Hell Bent (Rock Bottom #1) (15 page)

“You have the most perfect ass I have ever seen.” One second he’s gliding his hand across my ass, the next it’s gone. A swift slap hits my right cheek, and the sound echoes around us, making me gasp. The sting shoots straight to my clit, and he pounces on the feeling like he knew it was going to happen. Dropping to his knees, he forces my legs apart. His thumb presses against my clit, and a pleasure-filled sob slips past my lips when he drives his tongue into my pussy.

I rock against his face. Pulling back, he dips his thumb inside of me before dragging it up to my ass. He pushes gently against the tight muscles, making me cry. No one has ever touched me there, and as much as it scares me, I can’t lie and say the way he’s touching me doesn’t feel good. As he works his thumb into my ass he distracts me by sucking my clit between his lips.

“Oh, God,” I groan. My legs begin to shake and the closer I get to coming, the harder he sucks. When I’m right on the edge, he lets go and drives his tongue back into me, pinching my clit until I scream his name. 

Somehow, he manages to keep me upright, and he pushes to his feet while I’m still out of it. He roughly thrusts into me, pushing me over the edge again, and as he drives his cock relentlessly into me, he pulls me back. Slipping his arms under mine, he pulls my back flush against him and doesn’t stop until he’s coming inside of me.

“Fuck,” he swears, bracing his arm against the wall so we don’t fall as we catch our breath. I mumble something incoherently, making him laugh. Bennett slowly pulls out of me, leaving me feeling sated. When my legs refuse to move, he picks me up and places me on the bed where I should have been to begin with.

“You OK?”

“Mmm,” I mumble.

“Legs working yet?”

“No.” I smile.

“I’m going to go start the shower so I can clean you up and get you to work.”

Staring at him, I pout. “Please tell me that’s code for shower sex.”

“Do you want shower sex?” I smile bigger, giving him my answer without saying anything. “If that’s what you want…”

Sighing happily, I push up on wobbly legs and kiss him. “Thank you, you’re so good to me.”

Pushing me toward the bathroom, he slaps my ass again and laughs. “It’s a rough job, but someone has to do it.”

“Izzy, are you ready?” I call out, making my way down the hall. She doesn’t answer me, so I head toward the bathroom since that’s the last place I saw her. The door is cracked a few inches, allowing me to see what she is doing without her realizing it. The music blasting through her wireless headphones is so loud that I can hear it from where I’m standing. She sweeps her hair up, exposing the backless, black dress she has on. After pinning it in place, she turns to the side, smoothing the fabric down over her growing stomach. She’s gorgeous, and I honestly have no clue why she’s with me, but I’ll never complain. I push the door open as she grabs the tube of lipstick off the counter and begins to spread the dark-red color across her lips. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and her gaze holds me hostage until she’s done.

Stepping up behind her, I grip her hips and dip to kiss her spine, as she pulls the headphones from her ears. “You’re beautiful.” In her black dress and heels, she’s overdressed for dinner at my mother’s, but I don’t care. She could walk around in a paper bag and still look perfect. “You ready?”

Blowing out a nervous breath, she nods. “Sure.” 

I chuckle, turning her around and pull her against me. “If you’re nervous, don’t be. She’s gonna love you.”

“I’ve never met a guy’s family before.”

“Good.”
I don’t want you meeting anyone else’s, either.
I keep that to myself while I kiss her. Grabbing her hand, I tug her along behind me and help her up into my truck when we finally reach it.

After making it across town, I turn and the third car in my mother’s driveway makes me nervous as I pull to a stop. I give Izzy’s hand a quick squeeze and jump out of the truck, rushing to her side to help her out. I tuck her arm into the crook of my elbow and tell her to breathe as I knock on the door. My stomach jumps off a cliff, plummeting to its death when my ex-wife, Charlie, opens the door instead of my mother. Ignoring the fact that Izzy is even there, Charlie throws her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against my chest. I feel Izzy tense beside me when Charlie tells me that she missed me and kisses my cheek. She’s not the only one uncomfortable in this situation. The last time I saw Charlie, her long, chestnut-brown hair was spread across the floor in my living room while some random guy pounded into her gaping, whorish pussy. Thinking about it pisses me off, and almost as if Charlie can tell, she finally lets go and steps back. Her attention finally turns to Izzy, and she turns up her nose when she sees our linked hands, scoffing when she sees that Izzy is obviously pregnant.

“Charlie.” Why the fuck is she here? Why the fuck would my mother allow her back into this house, a house that I bought for her, after everything she did to me?

“Benny,” she whispers, trying to be seductive. It doesn’t do anything but make my stomach churn.

“Why are you here, Charlie?” I’m well aware of the irritation filling my voice, and I don’t care, I don’t even attempt to cover it. Her boney hand falls to her narrow hip and she pouts. That pout used to get her whatever she wanted, now it does nothing but piss me off.

“I was in town so I figured I’d stop by and see my favorite mother-in-law. She told me you were on your way over, so I thought I’d hang out and say a quick hello. I have missed you, Benny.” I stand in silence, gripping Izzy’s hand tighter when she tries to pull it away. When she realizes she isn’t going to get the reaction she wants from me, Charlie sighs, grabbing her purse from the table next to the door. “I guess I’ll get going and let you guys get to your dinner.”

“Yeah, you should.” She steps past me, huffing when I ignore her hand lingering on my arm. I lead Izzy through the door and turn to address Charlie again. “Let’s not do this again.”
Ever.

The good mood that had filled my day has been dampened, and now Izzy will barely look at me. I’m not sure why, but I plan on finding out before the end of the night. Right now, though, I have to pull myself together and face my mother. I can’t even bitch about her letting Charlie stick around since she has no clue why we got divorced. To her knowledge, she thinks we got divorced on good terms because I was never home and that isn’t a marriage. Telling her the truth would most likely crush her.

“Mom, this is Izzy,” I introduce her after she lets me go. “Izzy, this is my mother, Martha.”

Reaching out, Izzy shakes her hand and mutters a quiet hello. This isn’t her. She commands a room even when she doesn’t know a single person in it. Running head first into my ex-wife probably wasn’t the best thing to have happen with everything else going on in her life. She was just starting to get back to normal after the shit went down with her mother. I hope this doesn’t send her back down that path.

My normally warm and welcoming mother seems cold and distant with Izzy. I give her a questioning look, but she ignores it, inviting us to follow her into the kitchen where my sister is waiting. 

We make it through dinner even though it is filled with painfully-polite conversation from my mother, and short replies from Izzy. To say this isn’t going the way I planned is an understatement. Kristy, my sister, and I seem to be the only ones acting normal.

When Izzy excuses herself to go to the bathroom, I turn all my attention to my mother who pushes her food around her plate in an attempt to ignore me. 

“What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit. It seems like you fell out of the asshole tree and hit every branch on the way down before landing in a puddle of bitch.” My sister snorts, trying to hide her laughter. “I show up and find you hanging out with my ex-wife and then you turn around and treat the woman I’m falling in love with like shit. This isn’t like you.”

Standing, my mother walks away from me, but I don’t let her get out of my sight before I follow her. Kristy knows better than to follow us and stays seated.

“Don’t walk away from me, Mom.” I try to keep my voice down so Izzy doesn’t hear, and it sounds harsher than I mean it to. Spinning around, she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the edge of the stove.

“I like Charlie. She was good for you. Now you’re with this—” she waves her hand through the air toward the bathroom “—
girl
that is probably half your age, who is pregnant with another man’s child, and is probably only with you for your money.” I growl but she cuts me off before I can say anything. “I’m honestly surprised that she hasn’t tried to convince you that the kid is yours to trap you into staying with her.”

My jaw falls as she continues to talk, and I can’t take my angry gaze off her. “Who
are
you?”

“I’m concerned, Bennett.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be,” I snap. “You’re so quick to judge, but you have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“She is a young girl in a bad situation and she sees a way out when she looks at you.”

“Yes, she is young. And yes, she is pregnant with a kid that isn’t mine, but she doesn’t need my money for anything. She fights me when we go out because she doesn’t want me to pay for things, but I was raised to be a gentleman. I open doors, I pull out chairs, and I pick up checks, because that is how
you
raised me.”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “There’s no way. Paying for her dinner and paying for her lifestyle are two different things, honey. How much do you actually even know about her?” 

“Enough,” I bark. Tired of arguing, I haul out my phone and type Izzy’s name into the search bar. I know that telling my mother what I want her to know won’t do shit; I have to show her. Forcing my phone into her hands, I wait as she skims the pages and everything starts to sinks in.

“Is she—”

“The owner of the label I’m signed to, yes. My bank account isn’t a factor in this relationship. And as for that baby, I don’t care that it isn’t mine. It’s not even here yet and I love it. I watch her stomach grow as the baby does. I talk to it every chance I can get. It doesn’t matter if we look alike after it’s born or not. As for Charlie… If being a cheating, money-hungry whore is good for me, then she’d be perfect.”

Shock spreads across her face, and she begins to stammer. I kept what actually happened to myself because I didn’t want
this
to happen. Tears well up in her eyes, and she stutters an apology for how she’s acted so far tonight.

It takes me a while, but I finally manage to get her calmed down and she seems like her usual self when I head off to find Izzy. She’s been gone too long for my liking. I find her on the railing of the porch, but she doesn’t acknowledge that I’m there. Her eyes stay glued to the cars in the driveway until I step up, situating myself between her thighs. Her gaze falls to my chest, avoiding my eyes at all costs.

“This was a bad idea,” she whispers.

“We got off to a rough start, I’ll admit.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor in the sound. “Rough, right. Your mother hates me, and I can’t begin to count the ways I can’t compete with your ex-wife.” 

“She doesn’t hate you. She can’t, because she doesn’t know you. She was making assumptions and being protective, but that’s done now. I corrected every bad thought she was having. As for competing with Charlie—don’t even try. There’s no fuckin’ competition there because you’d win hands down. Every single time. You’re in a league of your own, Izzy. I don’t want her.”

“Did you see her? How the hell can you
not
still want her?”

“I don’t want
her
, Izzy, because I
need
you.” Nuzzling into her neck, I wait her out, and she finally breaks down, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Let yourself feel something other than fear for once.”

“It’s hard.” She sniffles.

Stepping back, I reach for her hand. “Come back inside, and we’ll try to salvage the rest of the night.”

She grabs my outstretched hand and slides down to her feet, tucking herself into my side. The loud music blasting from the kitchen when I open the door tells me that my mother and sister have been into the whiskey while we were outside.

Two hours and a bottles of Jack Daniels between my mother and sister later, my mother is finally starting to see what I see in Izzy. Izzy is starting to act more like herself, and I’m not sure if she’s actually feeling better about everything, or if she’s putting on a really good show.

Pulling me away from my spot on the counter next to Izzy, my mother drags me to the middle of the room and forces me to dance around with her. Drunk dancing with my mother—oddly enough, this is
not
a first.

“I’m sorry about earlier, baby.” She pulls my attention back to her when I keep turning to look at Izzy. The second she started watching me dance with my mother, the smile brightened her face more than ever. I’m not sure if she’s smiling because what she’s watching is sweet, or if it’s because she has something to tease me about later on. “I think I’m gonna like this one.”