Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5) (8 page)

 

With a light giggle I whisper out what is definitely my new favorite word, “Hi...”

 

He nods, wets his lips, and whispers back, “Fuckin' hi....”

 

So not the most impressive post orgasm conversation, but it could be worse right?

 

Destin

 

 

With one hand I scroll down my phone, pleased to see The Devil's helicopter has been confiscated and his pilot arrested.

 

Did I fail to mention I'm damn good at hacking?

 

I drop the device beside my leg and pick my pencil back up just as Azura turns her face away from the T.V. “What do you think of this one?”

 

She hums, “I think that would look badass on my board.”  Her compliment makes me smile, but it's short lived. “However, I'd settle for you on your phone less.”

 

A sigh comes from me as I shade Super Mario's hat.

 

When she asked me to create a new doodle for her board I decided I needed to sharpen my skills with practice rounds. What started off as a favor became a perfect escape to the persistent thoughts of my brothers’ deaths. It's like with each drawing a little stress is relieved and a small bit of peace is felt inside. Every time I'm with Azura there's a similar effect. That's good right?

 

Slightly annoyed I grumble, “I already told you it's not another girl.”

 

“I get that.” She sits up straight. “And I believe you, but Destin, I've been here for two hours and you've spent over half of it on the phone working.”

 

“I know but-”

 

“It's cool,” her voice whispers. “I should go anyway. I need to get to work. Are you still coming to Jamie's fight with me Friday night?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Okay. I guess I'll see you then.”

 

Azura prepares to get up when my arm that's draped around her ceases the action. “Baby, wait.”

 

There's a frustrated expression on her face when she turns to look at me. “What, Destin? You're busy and I need to get to work.”

 

Seeing the hurt in her eyes, I move the drawing notebook and phone onto my nightstand.

 

Don't worry. It's bottle free. Don't ask if my computer's porn free. That's neither here nor there.

 

“I'm sorry,” I apologize. “I'm not used to anything besides my computer needing that much attention-”

 

“So now I'm needy?”

 

“That didn't come out right,” I rush to fix this conversation. “I meant, most of my life has revolved around work and the computer, so can you just...bear with me as I adjust to having something this amazing in life?”

 

A hint of a smile finds its way on her face. “Did you just call me amazing?”

 

Relieved, I nod. “I did. There's not a single part of you that isn't.” Before she can say anything else I lean over giving her neck a soft kiss. Instantly she lets out a copious breath and sinks her body against me. My tongue rolls around in languorous circles, the ball of the ring teasing the spot on her neck that turns her into putty. I drag it up until I captures her earlobe, sucking until her body is ready to submit to anything I ask.

 

“Destin,” she whimpers. “I...I...I have to get to work.”

 

After giving her lobe another hard suck I counter, “So do I.”

 

A light whimper seeps out just as my fingers runs across her boob, her nipple hardening from the feathering. Giving it a little tug seems to make the soft cries get loud. My cock bumps against my jeans ready for action unaware of the fact now's not his turn. I slide my fingers over to the other side repeating the action. This time the withering gets more intense. Entranced by the sight of her this turned on by me, I drop my mouth back to her neck. Desperate for more moans to echo around my room, I slide my hand down her side towards my newest addiction. Grateful she is a fan of jean skirts for work, I slip my finger underneath her thong. Immediately I groan, appeased with the pleasant warm welcoming my fingers receive.

 

Azura arches her body at the intrusion, my name falling off her tongue like a last request. “Destin...”

 

With a little bit of help, I manage to move her skirt all the way up and my two fingers deeper inside. Her breathing hitches as she bites down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming.

 

“It's okay, baby,” I insist, anxious to hear the sound of my name again. “Scream...Let the world know who's claiming this pussy.”

 

Suddenly her muscles clamp down on my fingers, demanding they do just that. Azura lets out a louder moan. My teeth nip at her neck while I pump ferociously, some unfamiliar nature clawing at me to tear an orgasm out of her. The increased speed and attention on her clit has her trembling, helplessly begging for more yet pleading she can't take it. The need to hear her orgasmic screams reaches higher altitudes, which is when the nipping of her neck turns to sharp sucks and the motion of my fingers turns to a rocking one that creates a round of rife moans.

 

On a sharp gasp, a rhapsodic cry comes from her. “Oh my god, I'm coming!”

 

Azura lets go. I still my finger absorbing severe shock wave after shock wave, my own cock seconds from leaking in my jeans.

 

That would be embarrassing as fuck.

 

After releasing her neck that I've marked, I let my head simply fall against hers. A small smile crawls on my face.

 

Maybe not working all the time isn't such a bad thing. Someone wanting and needing me in the present has much bigger and much more beautiful benefits than waiting for revenge to kick into full effect. I didn't think I'd want anything as much as I did that, but I'm starting to think I was wrong. It's one error I'm okay with.

 

Azura

 

 

“Jamie typically win these things?” Destin asks as he pays our cover charge to get in.

 

I tried to pay! I swear! He has this weird thing where he hates if I pay. He insists I save my money for something I really want, but what I really want money can't buy and now more importantly, I already have it. Oh...I did not mean to go paperback romance novel on you. Sorry.

 

The door is opened for us at the same time I refresh his memory. “Do you remember how beautiful her face was?”

 

“I remember how beautiful your face was that day,” he says, shoving his wallet back in his pocket. “And every day since.”

 

His compliment is rewarded with a peck on the cheek. “Jamie's undefeated at the moment. She doesn't like her face hit-”

 

“She's in the wrong sport,” Destin chuckles.

 

We make our way around the crowd towards the bar.

 

“You would think,” I giggle back. “My point is, she doesn't like to be hit in the face and the only way to prevent that is to knock her opponent the fuck out faster. This is her 10
th
fight this year.”

 

“She wanna go pro?”

 

“There's talk,” I reply with a shrug. “But I don't know.”

 

“She should not go pro,” a voice says from beside us. Quickly our faces turn to see one we both know well. “I make too much money off of her underground.”

 

“Vinnie!” Destin calls out giving him the manly half hand shake, half hug.

 

What is that thing called? Does it even have a name? Let's call it the man pat. Or the bro hug. Huh? Oh Vinnie! Vinnie is like an underground betting guru. He's got his hands in anything that he can make a profit from. He's a sweet guy for the most part. I know him from these things and his trips to the bar with his girlfriends. Destin's brothers and cousin used to race for him. Not real sure if they do anymore.

 

Destin's arm falls around my shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing in this place?”

 

“I just told you.” He pushes up his black box frame glasses, which are similar to my own. “Rock 'em, Sock 'em makes me a lot of money.”

 

Destin's confusion makes me giggle. “Rock 'em, Sock 'em?”

 

“Jamie's nickname,” I answer as we move closer to getting a drink order.

 

“What kinda fucking name is that?”

 

Vinnie moves with us. “Dude, you remember Rock 'em, Sock 'em Robots?”

 

“Of course. Daniel stole the neighbor kid's so we could play.”

 

Why doesn't that surprise me?

 

“Let's just say, when she hits, it's for the face and typically lasts as long as that fucking game did. A couple punches is all it takes before her competition is knocked the fuck out.”  Vinnie describes. “Bank roll off of her.”

 

“Damn,” Destin mumbles.

 

“Hey.” Vinnie nudges my arm. “I got your video portfolio passed to this dude I know who works for X-treme X-press-”

 

“The extreme games company? The one that hosts the biggest extreme sports across the world?”

 

“That'd be the one.” He winks. “Turns out they liked what they saw and you should be getting an email any day now to set up a Skype interview.”

 

Shock drops my jaw. “Shut up.”

 

“Or...” Vinnie tilts his head at the bartender. “I could buy you two congratulations drinks instead.”

 

“Oh my god!” I squeal and toss my arms around him. “This is amazing!”

 

Vinnie hugs me back at the same time he says, “Chill Triple D. It's just a hug. You're as bad as Merrick used to be.”

 

“Yeah well, I now understand why his balls were always in a twist over his girl.” He gently pulls me back towards him. “Happens when you fall for someone.”

 

Unsure of what to do with either of the new pieces information I simply bob my mouth.

 

“Three shots of Kiss My Ass,” Vinnie orders.

 

“On me!” I squeak reaching into my back jean pocket for my card.

 

“No fucking way,” they say in unison.

 

Um...really?

 

“I'll pay.” Destin grabs more cash from his pocket. “For yours too Vinnie.”

 

He nods his appreciation while the male bartender gets to work. With admiration in my voice, I sigh at Vinnie, “I honestly can't thank you enough for this.”

 

“Don't thank me too much. It was Triple D's doing. All I did was what was asked. He's the real hero here.”

 

Feeling my body overflowing with joy and reverence, I turn to face my boyfriend who is beaming at me with a crooked smirk. Instead of expressing my gratitude with my words, I shove my mouth on his, showing appreciation with push after push of my tongue against his. An animalistic growl comes out of him as one of his hands pulls me closer to him by my ass.

 

“I hate to be a cock block,” Vinnie starts. “Especially because it violates my own personal code of honor, but can you pay the man?”

 

Destin hums, gives my tongue one more tease, and pulls away. Casually he hands the bartender a fifty and insists he keeps the change. The three of us raise our glasses and he announces, “To things finally looking up in life.”

 

“I'll fucking cheers to that,” Vinnie agrees.

 

Clinking my glass with theirs I exclaim, “Me too.”

 

The shot smoothly runs down my throat tasting like chocolate milk.

 

Totally recommend it!

 

“I'll see you guys at the fight,” Vinnie announces before strolling away.

 

“Want another?” Destin offers.

 

“Nope.” I shake my head quickly. “I wanna be sober for what's next.”

 

“The fight?”

 

I wink. “After...”

 

He bites his bottom lip at me and I giggle. Grabbing his arm, I pull him away from the bar, moving us towards the lower caged in area where we will be watching Jamie in just a few minutes.

 

The area is crowded, but we manage to make our way to the front. Once we're there Destin wraps his arms protectively around my waist. A small smile comes from me. Feeling secure, I lean back against him, even more cheerful when he kisses the side of my forehead.

 

Was that a fuck off kiss to everyone else? Are you smirking too?

 

Moments after we spot Vinnie across the room, the fighters take the ring. It's only a brief prelude before the two of them are exchanging blows. Much like Vinnie described, it barely counts as a fight. Jamie's opponent spends more time blocking than countering or actually making a move of her own. Like the champ she is, she wears the girl's defenses down until they drop. That's when she unleashes swing after swing, each strike so sharp it causes me to grit my teeth. Watching the woman's face ruddy so quickly tenses my body. Destin gives my arms a consoling rub. Jamie's opponent falls to the ground, knocked out before my friend's broken a sweat.

 

Yeah. Always bet on Rock 'em, Sock 'em.

 

The announcer holds up Jamie's hand as she waves the other to encourage the boisterous crowd to get even louder. Destin and I cheer alongside, appreciating the small shout out nod she always gives to me when I show up.

 

I try to make as many of these as I can. It's usually not an issue, but shit happens.

 

After the announcer indicates the next round of fighters are about to take the ring, we move out of the main area and linger in the room with the bar waiting for Jamie. When she arrives we shower her with praise, make small talk for a bit, and cut out right after her date finds us.

 

Chicks love to see her knock another woman out. She gets the luckiest after she's gone a round. The next morning details are usually shared over my favorite breakfast tacos, but not this time. This time, I plan to be too busy with morning sex to make the meet up.

 

Destin and I head back to my house with him driving my car.

 

I'm not comfortable taking his motorcycle everywhere and he prefers to drive, so this makes everyone happy. It's not really that big of a deal anyway. I don't really like to drive.

 

As soon as we pull into the driveway he pulls out his phone. I bite back the immediate urge to snap about him working. Casually he mentions, “Just letting Madden know not to expect me home tonight.”

 

Thankful I'm not about to share my night with work, I ask, “You have to check in?”

 

His head tilts and he hesitates before answering. “With...so many deaths so close together, it's a courtesy thing.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Now I feel like the world's biggest bitch.

 

Sweetly he looks up at me. “It's cool. You didn't know. Now you do.”

 

The two of us get out together, hands linking up at their first available chance. He hands me my keys to open the door.

 

“You know my parents are still out of the country.”

 

“Oh yeah?” Destin whispers over my shoulder, the door creaking open. “What about Angela?”

 

“A date.” Turning around to face him as I back into the house I add, “She doesn't bring them home. It's one of her rules. Only special guys can come over.”

 

With a crooked smirk, he locks the door behind him. “You mean to tell me, it's just you and me?” When I nod slowly he continues to stalk me down the hall towards my bedroom. “All night?”

 

“Most likely.”

 

“Good.” His voice seems a bit shaky. “Because it is my mission before morning for the entire fucking neighborhood to know my name.”

 

I barely have time for another breath because he swiftly presses his lips to mine as he pushes me against the wall, rattling the pictures on it. Hungrily he consumes me, the pushing of his tongue sucking the strength to stay upright from my body. In a vortex of sucks, nibbles, and licks, I'm swept away into an ecstasy that has my pussy soaking long before we reach the bed.

 

God, I hope it's not long before we reach the bed.

 

With a pull of his shirt, I start to move us back towards my room. The second we cross the threshold into it, he shuts the door with his foot, rips off his shirt, and stalks towards me.  Feeling helpless in the sexiest way, I flop down on the edge of my mattress only to have his body blanket mine seconds later. Frenetic, our mouths demand each other's surrender, our tongues the fatal tools. Destin redirects his efforts momentarily to my neck before yanking my sweater over my head. As soon as he gets one glance of my bra, he undoes it. On a heated groan his pierced pleasure provider delivers the world's most tantalizing twirl around my nipples. With each tease, my pussy pulsates in objection it's not the one enjoying the fun. For what feels like hours, his mouth tours my body, the journey to my lower half the longest of my entire life. Once I'm completely naked and his hot breath is inches from delivering what my aching pussy is dying for, he pulls his body completely up.

 

In a huff I say, “Really?”

 

A playful smirk crosses his gorgeous lips. “Did you...did you want something?”

 

Just as I prepare to threaten the shit out of him, his pants drop revealing the only thing my pussy craves more than his tongue. Moaning my opposition as much as my desperation just makes him smile wider.

 

“That's what I thought,” he whispers. His tongue wets his lips, but he remains still. “Before I do the thing I can't wait to fucking do, you should know I use EA.”

 

EA which is the street name for a drug called Enilanerda. It's basically a miracle liquid. It ramps up your immune system to kill any STDs that may try to weasel their way in. One shot and you're practically stress free from the consequences of sex. It even helps protect from unwanted pregnancies. Two things I should mention. The first, it's illegal. My step dad has reasons stacked upon reasons why it should stay illegal, but I feel like as a pharmaceutical rep his opinion might be a bit biased. The other downside with EA is it has an effect on your body chemistry. Every time you take it, you run the risk of becoming dependent on it in order to get an erection or wet. You also run the risk as a dude never getting it up again and as a woman, we run the risk of becoming infertile. I don't judge to anyone who uses or doesn't. We all have to make our own choice, ya know?

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