Even Wilder

Chapter 18.

AN:// To those of you have been commenting about the multiple times Lip talked about his ex's, yes I've seen them, I revised the story. I honestly can't tell you why I didn't realize it when I wrote it. However, if you comment something rude or catty the comments WILL be deleted. It's different if you state something and be done with it, but when you're rude it's another story. warning smut in chapter.
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Fiona has me working mostly mid day shifts 12-6pm. I hate it because I feel like I never have time to do anything. Lip and I work the same shifts mostly. Sometimes he works mornings but will stay over so he can walk me home.

Today is a day though we're I'm working and he's off. Working the rush hour shifts I can't text him as much as I would like, but as in any job, it happens.

I was collecting the dishes off a table towards the door when the chimes rattled. Loud noises from the street fills in along with laughter from the people rushing in. I look up to greet them when my eyes lock with Connor's at the very end of the line.

His sad brown eyes pouring into mine. "Can we talk when you get a minute?" I look at the clock. I have fifteen more minutes of my shift. Lip hadn't said if he was meeting me here or not. He usually does though so I don't ask. "I'm kind of busy." The group of girls took a seat at a booth and were now vigorously flipping through the menus. "Please, just five minutes?" I let out a puff of air and nodded. I rushed over to the table full of women and grabbed my notepad "hi, welcome to Patsies. Can I get your drinks while you look over the menu?" They all had cocky smiles like they've been talking shit the whole time they've been in the diner. "You're Lip's girl right? The one from the party?" I nodded "So you're fucking both of them?" She nods back to Connor who just took a seat at the bar. "I'm actually not, but that's my business and not yours so, drinks?" "How does it feel knowing that Lips fucked almost every girl in Chicago?" The rude brunette who has been spitting out the comments snickers with her friends. "I don't know, how does it feel being the biggest bitch in the room? Must be why you guys were all hookups and not girlfriends right? You can take your business out of my diner" The girls laughed at their friend. I turned on my heels as they were getting out of the booth.

"K Connor, five minutes. Be quick before Lip gets here" the rain patting on the window distracts me for a moment, thinking of how I don't have an umbrella and have to walk home. "I'm sorry. For everything." He grabs at my wrists, turning my attention back to his face. His eyes have dark spots underneath, his stubble growing dark on his chin and jaw. "I should've drawn the line and respected that you were in a relationship. But to be quite frank with you, I can't control how I feel. It's so...back and forth" I stand with my arms crossed over my chest. I took a few steps back to put distance between us. "Continue" "I've sorted my feelings though. I understand that you quit to sort yours. But, I'm here for you when he fucks up again. It might not be tomorrow or even for a few months, but I'm here and waiting for you." My insides are doing flips.

The chimes ring again, I look up to see Lip shaking the rain out of his hair. He looks at me then at Connor and shakes his head. He's pissed. I know he is. He stomps over. The heels of his boots squeaking with every step. "What the fuck man" he steps between Connor and I. "Why can't you just stay away? Do you want to get the shit beat out of you?!" He yells. "I came to tell her just that, so thank you, but I'll pass. Jess" he nods at me as he's getting up. He storms out the door and into the foggy Chicago air.

"What the f-" he raises his arms beginning to yell at me. I tossed myself onto him. Pushing my lips to his.  I need him. And I need him now. To distract me, to tell me we are right. My hands go into his hair pulling at the roots. A deep growl escapes his lips. I can feel the wetness beginning to pool between my legs. He grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me into Fiona's office. He slams the door and locks it behind us. He pushes my back against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. He kisses my mouth, hard, then begins to suck and nibble tiny trails down to the collar of my shirt. He pulls at the thin fabric, white buttons scatter on the floor. He reached behind my back and unclasps my bra, tossing it aside. He sucks at my nipple, pinching the other between his palming of my breast. His hands travel down my stomach and into the waist of my pants. He hesitates before slamming two fingers inside of me. I scream with pleasure. He covers my mouth with his to silence me. My legs quiver under his pressure. His member hard pressed against my leg.

He pulls me back, pulling out and pushing me a bit away from him. Before I knew what he was doing he pushed me hard onto the air mattress on the floor in the corner of the room. I scratch at his shirt, dragging it off of his body. His pants and boxers next. His cock slaps at his stomach. My insides are burning. I crave his touch. He rips at my pants, tossing them aside like he did with my bra. His hands feverishly touch himself. He didn't have a condom and he was contemplating to say something or not.

I pushed myself up and pulled at his shoulders so he was now with his back to the mattress. I held him down by his chest and dropped myself onto him, hard. This time we both screamed in pleasure. He grabbed at my hips pulling me back and forth fast to the pace he needed. I couldn't take it. I could already feel the nerves bundling in my stomach. Listening to him moan sends me over the edge. I squeal and squeeze my eyes shut. Recognizing my high he slams himself in harder. "Fuck" he grunts, shoving his face into my breasts. Wrapped in the moment, I could feel him cumming inside of me. The hot liquid dripping down my walls. Fuck was right.

I laid on top of his chest. Our sweat now becoming clammy as we laid naked. I didn't want to speak first to ruin the moment. "I'll get you a plan B on the way home. I couldn't fucking stop." Even though I'm on birth control he knows I don't like to have sex without a condom. He rolled me off of him and grabbed the clean apron off the cabinets and handed it to me. I looked at him confused "to...wipe...down there" my cheeks flared, of course. He separated his thin white tank top from his t shirt. He handed me the T-shirt while slipping his over his head. We quickly got dressed and cleaned our mess before walking out.

Fiona stood by the kitchen doorway with a smirk. "Hope you know that everyone heard that" she laughs and shakes her head. "Well I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did then" Lip snipped back, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. "We can catch this train so we don't have to walk in the rain" his voice was still closed off, he was still mad about earlier.

For me it was a lustful fuck, for him it was out of anger. Helpful to neither apparently.

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