The door rattled on its hinges and my muscles bunched and flexed with the effort of satisfying her while she tugged on my hair so hard it was at risk of tearing from the roots.
She bit down on my neck as she came for me and a roar of passion escaped my lips as the feeling of her body tightening around mine sent me over the edge too, my cock thrusting deep while I came so fucking hard that I saw stars.
I dragged her closer as I held her there, my arms tightening around her in a possessive, protective way which challenged any and all entities within this world to just try and take her from me. Because I wouldn’t let them have her. No matter what it took, I’d keep her safe. I swore that as I held her in my arms, the words dancing against the skin of her neck where my lips were pressed flush to her skin and the weight of them settling into the world never to be denied.
I was her creature now and she was mine and no matter what came at us following on from this, I would protect her from it with all I had or burn the fucking world to the ground if I failed.
N iall had the driver man take us back to the strip and I watched all the colours whizz by in a flurry. Las Vegas was determined to shine as brightly as the sun, burning away the night and rivalling every celestial being in the sky.
Holy tits, I was a married woman, an old ball and chain, a spouse. Ick, I hated all of those terms. I didn’t wanna be a spouse. That didn’t suit me and Niall at all. No, I was like his…screwball. And he was mine in return.
“We’d best get home now, lass,” Niall said, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. “We’ve risked a lot in coming here.”
My heart dropped into the ocean of my stomach and swam away into the dark. “But…”
I gazed wistfully out at the playground of sin beyond the window, my soul aching for a taste of it. There was so much music and sparkles and secrets beckoning me through extravagant doorways, begging me to come explore. I placed my fingers to the window as a whimper built in my throat.
“Oh, Jesus, come on now, don’t be upset, Spider. I’ll bring ya back here another time, when yer less wanted by the police,” Niall promised, but it did nothing to quiet the starving creature in me. She wanted to come out and roam the streets, see the sights, delight in the wicked deeds a city like this could offer.
I turned to look at him, my lower lip quivering and my brows knitting together. “Please. Just for a millisecond. A ladybird of a millisecond,” I begged and Niall cocked his head at me, a frown creasing his brow.
“Don’t look at me like that, you know how easily I can be persuaded by a bad idea. I’m tryin’ to protect ya,” he said earnestly.
“But what about Glenda?” I breathed, resting a hand over my heart where my little duck resided.
“What about her?” he asked.
“She’ll die if she doesn’t get excited once in a while. She needs me to get out there and make her quack.”
“Alright, fuck it. Let’s go make her quack. Pull over, lad,” he barked at the driver and the man veered over to the side of the road.
“No more than ten ladybirds, alright?” Niall said and I nodded, squealing as I lunged at him and kissed him hard on the lips. I sank into that kiss as he pushed his tongue between my lips and I considered swinging my leg over his lap and claiming my screwball right here, all over again. But my ladybirds were already scurrying away and I didn’t want to miss out on this big bright city.
I yanked myself away from him and he grinned darkly at me as he threw the door open, stepping out and offering me his hand like I was a countess stepping out of a carriage. I slid my palm into his and he pulled me onto the sidewalk beside the huge pool of water where the fountains had been bursting and spraying before, but now it was all quiet and calm.
I spun away from Niall, looking up at the beautiful glittery buildings, spinning around and around on my heels as I took it all in.
“Where to first then, little psycho?” Niall asked and I stopped spinning, everything still whirring around me in a blur except him. Not him. The wild man who grounded me, who was one of the few solid things in a sea full of light and noise.
“I don’t know, um, that – no – that!” I pointed from building to building, my heart thrashing as I tried to decide. “No, that one. That one.”
Someone bumped into me as I spun around again and nearly knocked me onto my ass.
Niall was at my side in a flash, his hand pressing to my lower back and a growl rolling up his throat as I stared after the dickmunch who’d knocked into me. He was making his way towards the crowd that was gathering before the fountain and my lips parted with a gasp as he turned his head halfway in my direction, recognition crashing into me.
“Holy tits, that’s Esteban,” I said, my nails digging into Niall’s arm as my psycho’s gaze zeroed in on the man my mom had married and left me for.
“Well, he’s about to be a dead Esteban,” Niall growled, but I squeezed his arm to keep him from advancing on my stepfather.
“No, wait,” I said, panicked as my head wheeled left and right. “What if my mom’s here? What if…” I drew in ragged breaths, turning to Niall and he cupped my cheek as he saw me descending into a flim-flam. “I don’t think I want her to see you. She doesn’t deserve to see you.” I covered his face with my hands, but Niall knocked them away, clutching me against him as the crowd swelled around us.
“Tell me what you want, Brooklyn,” he spoke in my ear, and I knew he was offering me anything. Truly anything. “Tell me what you need.”
I looked over my shoulder at Esteban and my nose wrinkled as he drew a woman with black hair under his arm who had a giggle about her that stirred up memories from the distant past. There she was, the woman who’d birthed me and eventually abandoned me. And I was surprised how little I felt towards her after all these years.
“That’s her,” I exhaled.
“Are you alright?” Niall asked in a low tone.
“Yeah, I actually feel…nothing towards her,” I said, then my eyes narrowed on the man beside her.
Esteban swept a hand through his black hair, chortling loudly as Bad Romance by Lady Gaga started playing through the speakers around the fountain. He was a skinny guy and super tall, he kinda reminded me of a lamppost with a face. I might have been done with my mother in all the allys – physic-ally, emotionally, ment-ally – but me and Esteban had some unfinished business.
The fountain show was starting, but I couldn’t even get my happies back in place because now they were being eaten alive by my angries like Pacman chomping down ghosts.
All I could think of was how Esteban had eaten my final box of Pops which my dad had bought for me, how he’d smirked like it was all just some big joke. He’d never liked me. He’d called me odd, told my mom I was ‘too much like my dad’。 Well at least I wasn’t ‘too much like a boring lamppost man.’
“Spider,” Niall’s deep, accented voice drew me back from the past and my eyes snapped up to his as the killer in me perked up her head.
“You said I could point you at anyone, right? And you wouldn’t question it,” I whispered and Niall nodded, his throat bobbing and a black cloud descending over his gaze.