Only wanna be with you

5

It was a blur getting home but Greg had carried me to my bedroom, took off my shoes and handed me a bag of 'in and out'. I hadn't even noticed us going to the drive through, let alone the delicious smell of my favourite fast food.  He tucked me into bed, put on the kardashians and just sat while I ate. The tears flowing down my face as I silently sobbed into my food.

He knew me too well to just be my security guard really. He was more like my best friend, confidante, brother and father rolled into one. He was fiercely protective of me, I had no family so he was practically my everything.  He had to put up with a lot with me at all times of the day. It was a good job he had an understanding wife and kids, who opened their arms to me. And if I was off and If I was in LA on a Sunday, I would go for brunch.

I took my last sip of my full fat coke before stuffing the rubbish back into the bag and setting it down on my bedside table. I pulled a pillow under my chin and fell sideways pulling my knees up to my chest. I tried to concentrate on Kim and her sisters but my brain kept drifting to some crystal blue eyes. The tears came back each time.

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Nothing was said after Austin left my apartment later that day. We had fucked each others brains out for hours. He had an insatiable appetite and I was willing to try and help him fulfil it. He had left bites and bruises on me to mark his territory. It made me want him more that he was so possessive so quickly. We had been in each other's company but we had hardly crossed paths directly. But I could feel him near me like a static electricity nipping at my flesh. The marks on my body had been questioned but I just shrugged them off as nothing to do with them, they let it slide but they where not impressed. To them they where there to protect me like I was their kid sister. Little did they know that it was one of them that had 'disrespected' me, as they said.

We hadn't been in a social situation outside of our group of 6 , so when the guys decided to go to a club I couldn't wait to get dressed up and test this new dynamic. I had a few tricks up my sleeve that they weren't aware of. I dressed to kill or to thrill because I wanted a reaction out of him. I wanted him begging for me by the end of the night. I wanted him to fuck me with the same amount of ferocity as he did last time. I was sore for at least 3 days but I welcomed it. Helped me remember when I got myself off thinking about it.

My short black dress had a plunging neckline and I clearly wasn't wearing a bra. I teamed it with a black sheer shirt to cover my modesty for now. I told the guys I'd meet them there with a few girls from my dance class. Obviously the guys where looking forward to meeting them, something about them being flexible. I had a few pre drinks to get some Dutch courage for all the teasing I was going to do tonight, I definitely couldn't try this sober.

When I arrived I realised I had competition. Ashlen was balanced on his knee. He looked happy enough but that wasn't going to deter me from my goal. The way he man handled me playing back in my head. The feeling of his solid body fucking me hard and the perfect way his face looked as he filled me up with his cum . I wanted to feel his dick twitch inside me again, wanted his hands to roam my body and send tingles to all the right places.

I shrugged the shirt just off my shoulders, letting it sit in the crooks of my arms as I flicked my hair over my shoulder. I strutted up the stairs leading to the VIP sections my long tanned bare legs had a slight shimmer to them that the lights seemed to make them sparkle like glitter. He caught a glimpse of me out of his peripheral and his eyes slowly crept up my body as his bottom lip was captured between his teeth, his eyes suddenly turned a dark navy. The same colour they where when I was straddling him on my couch and he was watching me bouncing on his dick.

The guys cheered as they saw me approach but Austin stayed stock still, his eyes still watching me. I greeted everyone in the group apart from him, even paying special attention to my competitor. She didn't move from her perch but I did notice his grip on her waist tightened slightly as I lent in to kiss her cheek politely.

I loved to dance and I'd never had any girls to dance with when partying with the guys, so I made the most of it. On the dance floor, hot and sweaty, shaking what our momma gave us. Austin slyly watched me the whole time I was away from the group. The way my body moved and swayed. He paid a little more attention when a guy moved up behind me and started to grind into me, I wasn't too into it but I played on it. Let Austin watch and wind himself up, I could see his jaw clench and his nose flare from where I was dancing. I thought he was going to stand up knocking Ashlen out the way when the guy placed his lips on my shoulder. That was a step past flirting and I was  not comfortable with that. I quickly excused myself and made my way to the communal rest rooms. I now remembered why I hated this place, I felt like there was no privacy here. Even in the toilet you had men leering over you.

I stood in the mirror fixing my lipsticks when a tall body backed me into the nearest stall, quickly locking it behind us. I was about to protest until I saw that gold sneer. I took a step back and crossed my arms across my chest, giving him my 'what the fuck are you doing?' look.

"Why the fuck are you letting someone like him touch you? " he growled at me

"Because I can" I smiled overly sweetly at him, tilting my head to the side as I mocked him. His eyes flashed at my cockiness. He pushed  me against the cubicle wall crashing his lips down onto mine. The kiss was quick and rough. He span on his heel and left as quickly as he had arrived. I smirked knowing I was getting under his skin.

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"You need to stop with this addiction to him. You need to move on and find someone that loves you" Greg spoken softy from across the room "You deserve better"

He knew better than anyone about my 'relationship' with Austin, if that's what you would call it. He was the one to discreetly pick us up or take us to each others house's. Greg was around enough to hear conversations and arguments about what we where to each other. Or what we weren't. It had all started off innocently but he knew that I craved him like a drug. I was well and truly addicted and now that it was well and truly over, I needed to kick this cold turkey.