8 Chpt. 8

Shane runs to his room to quickly grab his book bag we packed together earlier for his night with Shank. Shank steps inside our living room. I don't bother with manners and invite him in seeing as how he now owns the house. Something that still pisses me off.

"Noon." I remind him.

"Noon." He repeats back, arms crossed over his buff chest as he leans back against the wall. His face is blank of emotion and he just stares ahead while he waits for Shane.

Shane comes out, wrapping his arms around my hips in a death grip. "Love you, mom. I'll tell you all about it when I come home." He  promises me. I rub his back for a second before releasing him.

"You better. Have fun, baby." I kiss his forehead and watch him leave out with Shank. I watch through the blinds as shank helps Shane in the truck before climbing in himself and backing carefully out our rocky driveway and disappearing down the street.

I turn the porch light on and turn in early for bed once I change into an oversized t shirt. I don't know if its Reds or Derek's. I'm always stealing someones clothes.

Its quiet without Shane here. I was almost skeptical to send him with Shank. But Shank assured me he already had a small bed and dresser in the smallest bedroom over at his place and his cupboards and fridge are full of food. Healthy and junk food. He also promised not to give Shane too much sugar and have him in bed no later than 9 but I don't believe that for a second. He'll do whatever Shane wants to get him to like him. Not that he has to. Its only been a few days and Shane already wants to spend a whole night alone with Shank. But like I've said before, he's the one who will have to deal with a sugar loaded 6 year old, not moi.

A knock on my door startles me from my thoughts. Maybe Shane forgot something. Switching the silver lock, I swing the door open. "What did you for-" Only it's not Shane or Shank. Its Schiz. He holds a bottle of wine in one of his hands, his signature smirk in place. 

I forget what I was about to say and just smile at him.

"Heard you're kid free tonight. Thought you might want some company." He shrugs slightly.

I open the door the rest of the way open and move to the side to allow him in. His smirk widens a little and hands me the bottle of expensive looking wine as he passes by. I don't care what the price or age is, as long as its good.

Without a word, I lead him into the kitchen and poor a glass. I extend it to him but he waves a hand, preferring a beer from my fridge. So I down it myself. 

"You didn't have anything better to do on a Friday night besides sit around and drink with me?" I lean back against cool marble countertop, the hem of the large shirt rising slightly. The movement catches him attention and he stares at my long legs. I repress my own smirk at how attracted to me be seems to be. Especially to my legs.

He sips his beer, finally meeting my gaze over the top of the brown glass bottle. I reach for the wine bottle, not gonna waste time pouring it into a glass if I'm the only one drinking.

"Nothing I ain't done before." He responds. I snort at this. I'm sure.  He probably does the same thing on a weekday that he does on a weekend, making it grow old fast.

Perk to having a kid is you never know what you might do any night of the week. Always unpredictable. Especially the weekends. Seems Shane takes all week to think of all the things he wants to do on the weekends, killing my feet or my pocket. Or both.

"And you've never spent time with a single mom drinking in her kitchen?" I retort. Its his turn to snort now and I watch him place his beer down on the bar counter and get off the stool to slowly and sexily swagger his way over to where I stand. I do the same and peer up at him through hooded eyes.

Either the wine has kicked in already or Schiz just has an affect on me. He cages me between him and the counter with his veiny muscular arms. They're not as big as Shank's or even Panik's, so he must not have done any real time inside- but they're still sexy.

"Not one I was fatally attracted to." He buries his face in my neck and inhales my scent. Chills travel fast down my back, my bare nipples harden through the thin fabric of the shirt.

"Fatally?" The only thing we know about each other is our names. Well, I dont know his real name, so thats a lie.

"Something about you pulls me to you." Lowering a hand to my bare thigh under the shirt. I don't make a move to stop him as he travels it upwards. My whole body responds to his touch, ache and needs pound in me. Its not the fire Shank sends through me but it's definitely the start of a flame.

I scoff. How many times have I read that line in a book? He pulls his face from my neck to look at mine. His face is all seriousness. Which is more of a turn on for me. I can feel my heart beat between my legs.

"Why aren't you pushing me away?" He asks softly. Not genuinely curious but as if he's making a point. I only grin in response. That's a good question. I don't know him. This will probably only further complicate things between me and Shank if he finds out. Another male in Shane's life that probably confuse him further.

Am I using Schiz if we do this? Like I did Derek. Will Schiz want more? Will I?

Not worried about the details right now, I just lean forward and kiss him. Forgetting getting an answer, he kisses back and that's the only answer he needs right now. Our kiss is hot and wet and hurried.  I jump in his arms, wrapping around his waist.

He shoves the shirt up my waist, fingers pushing aside my thong to tease me. I moan into his mouth. He grins against my lips before pecking them once more and moving his wet lips down to my neck right below my ear to suck. I throw my head back ecstasy.

Darting out his tongue, he draws a line down my neck and up my jaw, back to my mouth, his kisses more brutal this time. I push his leather off his shoulders and down his arms but down let it fall to the floor but instead catch it and put it in the counter behind me.

"Bed?" He mumbles. I nod. He carries me down the hall, to my room where he drops me on my bed heavily. I bounce on the rickety springs as I watch him pull his shirt over his head and yank down his jeans with his boxers. He stands there tall and hard watching down at me. Waiting.

I climb to my knees and slowly and purposely peel my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.  His eyes go straight for my chest and stay for a long time. I'm not by any means big chested but they're not itty bitty either. I'm a C cup and with a very flat stomach (thanks to my constant working out) they appear bigger.

As he stalks forwards, I start to lie back against the clean white sheets. He hovers over me for a minute, not touching. His breaths fan across my face as he heavily breathes.

I reach to trace his sharp cheekbones and he catches my hand and yanks me so hard, my whole body turns under him and I'm facing the matress.

He grabs a fistful of my hair to yank me up to a sitting position infront of him. I look at him through the mirror of the head board. Pure dominance is written all over his face and hes not asking me to submit. He's telling me. Forcing me.

With his hand guiding me, He brings me  to my knees again and gets to his too and comes right up behind me before sitting back with his legs under him and guiding me to sit in his lap, my legs on either side of his but still bent back. He gives me a minute to stretch around him and adjust before pulling out and slamming right back in.

I cry out. He does it again and again, going faster each time. I watch his face in the mirror. His angled jaw clenches, his eyes hard and trained on my face as my mouth opens and little pants and moans come out. His grip my hair never slacking. My boobs bounce with the motion of our hips and watching them only further turns me on.

Something within me starts to build and my moans come louder. More raw.  He reaches his hand from my hip down between us and plays with my sensitive ball of nerves. I reach back and grab a handful if his hair to pull on. A second later my hips starts thrusting back against him in their own accord and I come with a loud shout. He sucks on my neck like earlier, releases my hair to grab my boob and twist my nipple brutally.

The feeling sends me over again and I lean forward on my hands, pushing my ass back against him in quick jerky motions. He grunts and I feel him pulse inside me before he groans out and comes.

We both still, catching our breaths before I climb out his lap and collapse on my back in the bed beside him. With a run of his hand through his dark short hair, he does the same.

Without really thinking, I roll over and lay my head in his hard chest and throw a leg over his thighs, drifting off to sleep. Before fully falling into exhaustion, I feel him pull the sheets over us and put his arm around me.

"Mom!"

I jump awake, almost certain I heard Shanes voice. I look over at the clock. Its almost midnight. Shane isn't here.

The bed moves beside me and Schiz snaps up, reaching for a gun on the nightstand on his side that I hadn't noticed earlier.

"I think your kids home." He tells me. He heard him too? Shit! I look over at his naked body then mine. Bigger shit. Shane can't find us like this.

Tangled in the sheets, I almost fall on my face trying to get out of bed. I snatch my shirt from the floor and run out in the living room just as the door opens and Shane runs in. I watch Shank remove the key from the lock. When did he get his own set of keys?

Shane runs up to my waist. Mike appears too from behind Shank. "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with your dad tonight." I crouch infront of Shane. His little eyes are red.

"He got scared being away from you. What the hell were you doing? Your hair is a disaster." Shank smirks. I just glare at him.

I hear footsteps behind me and my body goes cold. Shank eyes snap up in the direction of the sound. Fuck!

Shank steps further in the living room. His brooding attitude and the tension making the room seem much smaller. "What the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck is going on?"