Bittersweet Hate (Bittersweet #3) Page 7

“Stop it…” She says as if to say down doggy. Her body says something else though, and by the look on Rex’s face he knows it.

  I look down and see Corey’s hand interlacing with mine.

  “You look absolutely stunning.” His voice is thick, his hair damp from the shower he took not long ago, and he is wearing faded jeans, a button down shirt and a pair of dark boots. “Why thank you… you look beautiful as well.” I say teasingly. He does in many different ways.

  “Don’t say that ever, again. Beautiful isn’t manly, and I’m all man-baby.” A smile forms on his lips and I feel like sinking into the floor. I am melting at the touch of his hand on mine, while swimming in his dark hazel eyes. Wow, when did I become such a sap?

  “Let’s go.” Ryder says from the front door. His attention not really directed at anyone.

  “After you my lady” Corey says, pressing his hand into my lower back and urging me down the hall.

  “Such a gentleman” I say snickering. Just when I think I’ve had the last laugh, a strong firm hand lands on my ass.

  “Far from it baby.” He says nipping at my ear lobe. Yup, I’m pretty sure my panties just got wet.

  ***

  “Why is it every time you pick a club Ryder, it’s packed?” Rex grumbles from the entrance of the club. We’ve been standing in line for the last ten minutes to get into the club and Corey and Rex are anything but patient.

  “I only pick the finest asshole. Therefore, we wait. So shut your mouth, wrap your arm around your girl and enjoy the time you’re having together.”

  Ryder’s comment has Rex snapping his mouth shut and Jenna’s mouth falling open. As of now, nothing surprises me when it comes out of his mouth. Ryder has no filter, he’s a no holds bar, and if you don’t want to hear his opinion on something, it’s best not to ask it kind of guy.

  The line slowly moves up, and before we know it ID’s are being checked and were being ushered into the club. The music is blasting; the strong beat making it hard to breath. I look around and there are lots of people on the dance floor, sweat covers their bodies, as they rub against one another. The way they move their hips in time to the music is hypnotic.

  “What do you want to drink?” Corey asks me.

  “Whiskey Sour.” I respond, basically yelling.

  We part ways as he heads towards the bar with the guys and Jenna and I head to find a seat. Just as we’re making it to the booth, on the second floor I look down to the bar to locate Corey.

  The strobe lights are cascading a crazy dance of colors across the dance floor. I blink through the bright lights, seeing a large breasted woman pressing herself into Corey’s side.

  Suddenly I’m seething. Though we haven’t established the whole boyfriend, girlfriend thing I’m positive when you’re exclusively sleeping together its more than just sex. I watch for one more millisecond before I decide to take a stand and send this girl back to where she came from.

  Jenna sees my reaction but does nothing to stop me, she knows me better than anyone else. There is no stopping hurricane Mimi. Heads are going to roll.

  As I make my way closer to them I make out more and more of this girl. Her hair is platinum blonde, her lips are plump and there’s a pout on her face. Her hands are touching Corey’s arms casually but that doesn’t mean it’s okay with me.

  A smile shows on Corey’s face once he takes notice of me coming. As soon as I’m within hearing distance I kind of wish I wasn’t.

  “You can take me in the bathroom and bend me over baby. I’ll let you do me hard.” She purrs at him. If I was pissed before, I’m beyond pissed now.

  Her eyes grow big as she finally takes notice of my presence now that I’m standing directly in front of her skanky ass.

  “No thank you, my girl is right here.” He says handing me my drink. I take it but set it on the bar, not in the mood to slam a drink back quiet yet.

  “Your girl?” She asks confused.

  “Yeah like girlfriend, spouse… ever heard of it?” My tone is bitchy, and I’m feeling slightly territorial.

  She smiles, her white teeth glow in the light, and I feel like punching her porcelain veneers down her throat.

  “When did you start claiming girls you have sex with, because I’m sure that’s what this is? You see, sweetheart, I’ve known Corey for a while and I know he doesn’t date… ever.” I can’t help but roll my eyes, her tone is all California valley girl or some shit, and I feel like knocking her into the ocean, or all the way to Japan. Fuck, I just feel like knocking her the fuck out.

  “Who’re you calling sweetheart? Get your fucking hands off my man.” I growl. Corey’s smile is growing bigger as he pulls himself from her claws and over by me to restrain me from hulk slamming this bitch.

  “Your man? You realize how ridiculous that sounds right?” She puffs out her chest so her already half fallen out of her shirt boobs stick out more. She throws her hair over her shoulder and I can’t stop myself from doing what I do next.

  “Let’s get something straight.” I bark, pushing my finger right between her breasts. “You don’t touch him, you don’t look at him, and you most definitely don’t come around acting like you know him. I’ve known him my whole life and if you knew the first thing about him you would know that. So take your stupid fake ass blonde hair and your fake ass tits and go somewhere else. Your sexpertise is not needed here.” Her mouth gapes open as she glares at me clearly not ready to let the argument go.

  “You are nothing. That’s what you are. Just another girl he’ll fuck and move on from. Eventually you’ll fall off the face of the earth and I’ll be back to where you’re standing right now. Don’t think you’re special because you’ve gotten five minutes of his time.”

  A rumble of laughter erupts behind me and I turn around annoyed. Corey’s hand rubs down my arms softly, as if to calm my erupting temper.

  “She’s everything, Chelsea. There will never be another time when you sleep with me. You can let all your groupie friends know that, too.” Corey doesn’t just say it he commands it. His voice is the only one I hear in this loud club, and that speaks volumes to me.

  “Psh, fine.” She huffs before turning and walking away. I grab the drink in front of me and down it. No way could I stay sober after that.

  “You did great standing up to her.” Corey says taking a drink from his beer. Ryder bellies up to the other side of us, “Dude what the hell was that about, you pissing off all the good pussy?” That statement right there? That’s not respect that’s being a pig. I roll my eyes at Corey, giving him the look. Friends or not, you should respect women.

  “You call that good pussy?” Corey says laughing gruffly. Great, just what I wanted to get caught in the middle of, a conversation about good and bad pussy.

  “Dude pussy is pussy, as long as it’s slick and tight I don’t give a fuck.” Pig, pig, pig. That’s what Ryder should change his name too.

  “Well, I’m over that dude. Someday you’ll sink your dick into some one, and it’ll be so warm and inviting that you’ll just know that no other pussy will do for you. It’ll milk every ounce of you, and have you begging for more. One time, two times, every time will never be enough.”

  Corey words, as seemingly unromantic as they are, cause my heart to beat out of my chest. “Does that mean my pussy it better than anyone else’s?” I stand up on my tip toes and whisper into his ear.

  “No one’s pussy is as tight and hot as yours” He whispers back.

  “Fuck dude, you’re pussy whipped.” Ryder says smiling smugly. Yup, and that slightly romantic scene was just doused in cold ice water.

  “Yup, I Corey Winchester am a pussy whipped man and I don’t give a fuck.” He yells. Even though it’s loud because of the music a couple people including the bartender look at us strangely.

  I let out a laugh, because honestly it’s hilarious that he would admit such a thing. At the same time I’m slightly embarrassed, and ready to climb under a rock.

  “Did you leave your
balls on her dresser too? You are being such a girl.” Ryder snorts out. It’s official, I’m over this conversation. I walk away before I deck Ryder, or worse, before I find Chelsea. That bitch. She thought her claws were sunk deep into my man.

  My steps falter when I realize what I just said. Did I just call him mine? Panic starts to seize me, my thoughts clash with other thoughts and I feel myself holding my breath. The seriousness of saying I love you, has never hit me so hard. What am I doing? Am I really ready to allow myself to feel these feelings? Am I ready to hand my heart to someone capable of breaking it?

  Being vulnerable is my biggest fear, and claiming Corey basically made me this way. I need to find Jenna. I push through the crowd avoiding any and all dirty looks. I look like a mad woman on a mission and I don’t care.

  By the time I get to our booth I’m out of breath, and I’m sweating. Ewww.

  “Jenna.” I say hoarsely as I fight to catch my breath. “I need to talk to you now.” She knows when I say now I mean it. She pulls herself from Rex’s lap, and looks at me like ‘this better be good.’ I grab her by the hand, practically dragging her. Once far enough away she pulls herself from my grip.

  “What the hell is your problem?” She’s angry and she has every right to be.

  “I think I love Corey.” I mumble out shaking my head, trying to stop myself from going crazy. “No, actually I’m pretty sure I do love him, and I’m pretty sure I just claimed him in front of that bitch Chelsea, and him and Ryder were talking and it sounds like he wants us to be “official” official and that scares me… and why aren’t you saying anything?” The words rushed from me, and I didn’t even realize the megawatt smile on Jenna’s face until I was done talking.

  “So you love him what’s the big deal?”

  What’s the big deal, what’s the big deal? “What’s the big deal? Were you not listening to one word…?”

  “No. No I was listening I just don’t understand why that’s bad.”

  I feel my eyes growing wider and wider, I grip onto the banister in fear that I may faint.

  “Breathe girl. So what you’re in love, you’ve never been before. This is a good thing. It sounds like Corey feels the same.”

  “No. No. You don’t get it….” I say gasping for air.

  “Yes I do Mimi. Breathe. You’re scared, you want to run. I know a runner when I see one. He loves you and it’s finally hit you.”

  I nod unable to form words.

  “I can’t though, I can’t…”

  “You already do.” Her voice is soft, and slowly brings me back to life.

  “I can’t love him Jenna. I can’t allow myself to be hurt.” I’m on the verge of tears in a club. Something is seriously wrong with me.

  “You know what Mimi; you’re not the only one that can get hurt. Think about your actions; think about what happens if you run. If you walk away from him who’s going to be hurt more. Sometimes you have to take a step back and not be so selfish.”

  Her words are like a slap to the face. “I’m not selfish Jenna. Protecting myself from getting hurt doesn’t make me selfish.”

  A look of determination develops on her face. “You know what? Nothing in life is simple. Love is hard, it’s hard to get, and it’s hard to keep. You know why?”

  I nod my head no, while listening intently to her lecture me.

  “Because of people like you, they find it and then run; they are so scared of the unknown that the second that they realize they’re falling they leave. Protecting yourself in this fake bubble does nothing. It’s a false sense of security, love isn’t meant to be painful. What you’re experiencing is fear, and you know what Mimi? You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You stuck up for me when no one else would. You protected me, and now I’m protecting you from yourself. Let go, fall helplessly and madly in love and I guarantee Corey will be there to catch you.”

  I don’t realize tears are falling until Jenna is softly wiping at them.

  “Stop running, stop hiding. Let him love you and if you fall you do.” She says, smiling as she walks away. I turn around breathless as I look down onto the dance floor and over to the bar. Corey is still standing there joking with Ryder. They were both smiling, and I smile because I know that man down there is helplessly mine, and I’m crazy in love with him.

  Secrets

  Classes and finals consume my life over the course of a few weeks all leading up until Christmas break. Our apartment is decked out in Christmas lights. There’s a tree, and various Christmas decorations hanging everywhere.

  I come into the apartment and the smell of peppermint assaults my senses. I gag, the smell being too pungent. I don’t even get my backpack on the counter and I’m racing down the hall into the bathroom. My eyes water and my mouth fills with saliva as I feel the need to puke coming on.

  Then it happens, breakfast and lunch sit in the toilet bowl. I pull myself away from the toilet and lean against the wall. The smell of the puke has me gaging again but I contain it by plugging my nose.

  I slowly stand, my stomach still churning as the bile attempts to rise. Gah, I hate being sick. A knock on the door, pulls me from my thoughts. Fantastic, just what I need, For Corey to see me like this.

  “You okay babe? I saw you run for the bathroom like Hades was hot on your tail.”

  “Yup I’m fine. Just had to pee so bad I was afraid I was going to pee my pants” I force out, as I grab for my toothbrush, tooth paste, and start brushing my teeth.

  “Okay…” He responds as if he doesn’t fully believe me.

  “I’m okay babe, really just going to finish brushing my teeth and I’ll be right out.”

  Something is wrong, and not only does Corey have a reason to be concerned so do I. I never get sick. Ever. And being that this is California they have pretty mild winters which means flu is less likely to occur. I finish brushing my teeth and exit the bathroom running straight into a hard muscled chest. Whatever I was going to say floats out the window and is replaced with a desire that needs to be filled between my thighs.

  “Hey baby.” He murmurs into my neck as he licks a path down my chest. My fingers beg to trace every inch of him, but I can tell there will be no time for that. In two seconds flat he has me so turned on that all I can think about is getting him inside me now.

  He rips my shirt off, and I pull his pants off. His fingers flick the button on my pants and I shimmy out of them. A seductive smile plays on his lips.

  “Are you feeling up for this baby? If not tell me now.” He says gruffly. I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted too. My senses are on high, and all I can see is getting to that finish line.

  “Fuck me, please.” I whimper as his finger slides my panties down. I grip him through his boxers, and he makes a hissing sound. I smile up at him satisfied that I can make him feel this way. He moves my hand, and pulls his boxers off. In one swift movement he has me picked up and slammed against the wall.

  He enters me hard, and a shudder runs through me as my insides clench around him. We stare at one another, as he pulls out slowly, only to slam hard back into me. There’s an animalistic look in his eyes, and it excites me. It makes my blood hum. I push into him urging him to take me harder, faster.

  My hand grips onto his hair, as he holds me against the wall his head in the crock of my neck. His teeth graze against my neck nipping softly.

  Suddenly his bites turn harsh; he pumps into me at a rate that is on the brink of pain. But the pleasure, Fuck the pleasure is sending a cascading of tingles down my spine. I feel like I’m floating. Fingers bite into my hips as he keeps his pace.

  “Look at me. I want you to watch me come.” He says between gritted teeth.

  I gaze down, watching where were connected. I’m hypnotized by his movements, By his grunts, and howls, the way his teeth graze against my skin, the way his hands hold me tightly as he drives into me over and over again, bringing me to the brink of pain and pleasure.

  “I could fuck you every day, all day
long; it’s never enough with you, never.” His breath is hot on my face as I feel him filling me. He’s in me so far, that I can feel his come dripping out of me. My toes just barely graze the floor, as his hold on me eases slightly he drops to his knees.

  I look at him confused, so he sends me a panty dropping smile. His palms rub come into my thighs the gentleness of his touch has me groaning out.

  “Does that feel good?” I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone a response to his question. I just nod my head as he situates me against the wall, my legs over his shoulders.

  I feel his finger probing at my entrance gently. He enters me so slow, it’s tortuous. I try to sink myself further down onto his finger but he doesn’t allow it.

  “Now, now, patience sweetheart.” I look down at him growling. He’s evil, so evil…. “Ahhhh…” His tongue dives into me lapping at our mixed secretions.

  “Fuck.” I gasp out, as I ride his face. His fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place. His pace slows, as he licks between my folds and circles around my clit slowly. He flicks against it softly, and his soft and slow motions are driving me crazy.

  I pull his hair pulling him back to look up at me. “Give it to me Corey.” I demand. There’s an exchange of power in our gazes. Then all thoughts are lost, his body, and soul goes into eating me out and boy does he ever. By the time he’s done, I’m quivering so much I can’t stand up straight.

  “You taste fucking delicious.” He pushes the hair that’s fallen into my face behind my ear. His lips descend onto mine and all I taste is the saltiness of us. I’ll be damned if I’m not getting turned on again from it.

  I walk away from him, a satisfied smile marring my face. Then it hits me, tenfold. Every time we have ever had sex it’s been without a condom and it’s never occurred to me to use one because Corey never mentioned anything.

  How could I be so fucking stupid? The previous months swirl together in my mind and I try and figure out when the first time we had sex was in correlation to my last period.

  These thoughts are totally running my post orgasm, but I have to know, have too. I head back to the counter, after shrugging on one of Corey’s shirts. I check the calendar on my phone as I watch Corey turn on the Christmas Eve football game