Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I, Joey Moretti—a one hundred percent card-carrying feminist—would gladly drop to my knees and crawl to this man if he told me to.

“That’s my girl,” he says, and my breath catches in my throat. Sometimes I wonder if he does this on purpose.

Spending time with her is the most exquisite kind of torture there is. She’s the one woman I can’t have and the one woman I want more than any other.

This would all be so much easier if she didn’t look at me that way. Because I know for certain she likes me too. She’s had a crush on me for years, and her brothers tolerate it because they trust me to never act on it. But that gets harder and harder to do with each passing day.

Except it never works. I’ve fucked countless women this past year, and there wasn’t a single time I didn’t imagine it was Joey I was fucking instead.

My dad says you can’t trust the Morettis. They turned you against your real family.

That’s her. Joey Moretti. My girl.

“One of these days, you’re going to regret rolling those eyes at me, Joey,”

And I need to see her. I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

Speaking of … I turn my attention back to Joey and almost lose my shit when I see that asshole put his hand on her fucking ass and squeeze it.

My fucking ass.

“Any of you ever touch her again, and I will tear every one of your limbs from your fucking bodies and wrap them around your throats.”

“You want to be fucked, Joey? Is that it?”

“You’re too afraid of my brothers to fuck me.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m on birth control, Max,” she whispers. “And I trust you. If we don’t need one, then that’s okay.” Holy fucking fuck!

“Let me inside you, baby girl.” “I’m trying,”

“Good girl,” I grunt,

I look down and the sight of my blood-streaked cock knocks the remaining breath from my lungs.

“You’re bleeding.” “It’s okay. That happens the first time, right?”

“Please tell me I didn’t just take your virginity behind a dumpster in an alleyway?” I plead.

“I could tell you that, but I’...

“Fucking you against a building in that alley was incredible. I will remember your tight virgin cunt squeezing my cock for the rest of my days. But I meant I should have made it more memorable for you, baby girl.”

“It was incredible for me too, Max. I’m glad you were my first.” I want to be your fucking last too.

“Why didn’t you shower when you got home?” “I like having you inside me.”

“Fuck, Joey. You’re going to get me killed,” I murmur against her skin. “I should have taken you home to my bed.” “I wish you could, Max,”

“Tell me what you’d d...

“I would strip you bare and kiss every fucking inch of your skin. Then I’d spread your legs wide …”

“And I’d eat your pussy. I’d bury my face in your sweet cunt until I made you come so hard your juices would be running over my tongue.”

“I’d slip my fingers into you. One at first, because you’re so fucking tight. And when you were whimpering and begging for more, I’d add another, fucking you with them until I could make you ready for my cock. I’d bring you to the edge, baby, over and over again without getting you off.”

“Monster,” she hisses

“You know I am,”

“And only when you were begging me for my cock, desperate for me to fill you up, that’s when I’d sink into you. Not just half like you had earlier, but all the way. Balls deep, baby girl.”

“My kind of love isn’t the type you’re looking for, Joey. You deserve so much more.”

“Who said anything about love?” “You think that we could just be about sex? With a history like ours? I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve loved you for most of it. You think I would stop just because we were fucking?”

“Why do you get to tell me what I deserve? I choose my own life, Max. Don’t you dare try to tell me this is for my own good.”

“You make your own choices, Joey, but I can’t be one of them. I’m sorry, baby.”

A smile spreads across my face. Max lost control earlier. I made him do that. And if I made him do it once …

“There’s no way Maximo would ever be into you. You are so not his type.” I certainly seemed like his type when he was fucking me against a building.

Now that I know how good her lips taste and how tight and hot her pussy is, I’m always partially hard around her and it takes all my effort not to touch her.

“I want to suck your cock.” What. The. Fuck.

“What?” “I want to suck your cock, Max,” she says with a sweet smile. Fuck. Me. “Joey, you can’t just …” “Can’t just what? You just fucked me the other night.” “That was different.” “How? You took what you wanted. And now I’m asking for what I want.”

“You want me to teach you how to suck cock?” “Yes.”

I’m going to do this, Max. I’d rather my first time was with you than some rando from a bar.”

“You are not hooking up with random fucking men in bars, baby girl.”

“On your knees, baby girl.” Her eyes flash with lust and she smiles as she sinks to the floor.

“When I hit the back of your throat, you’ll gag, maybe even feel like you’re choking. Tears are going to run down this pretty little face. And that’s only gonna make me want to fuck you harder, baby girl.”

She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine.

“It was fucking perfect, baby girl.” “It was?”