Part 21 (2/2)
”Yes.”
”No,” Christy answered, appalled that they were referring to her as ”territory.”
”She's mine.”
”Sorry, my man, I didn't know you were together,” Zack apologized, lifting his hands.
Christy gritted her teeth. ”You're getting the wrong impression. Cole and I are not together. He doesn't do relations.h.i.+ps. Too draining. He wouldn't mind us going out.”
A growl escaped Cole's throat. ”Christy...”
She knew it was dangerous to poke him, but d.a.m.n if she didn't feel like it. After all, they had a booty-call kind of relations.h.i.+p. He really shouldn't have any say about who she socialized with. Feeling emboldened, she turned to Cole and waved at him. ”Now, Cole, be a good boy and be on your way. Zack was about to show me how he looks in a toga.”
”NOW, COLE, BE a good boy and be on your way. Zack was about to show me how he looks in a toga.”
No f.u.c.king way in h.e.l.l.
Over his f.u.c.king dead body.
”I could show you my wolf teeth too,” Zack suggested with a s.h.i.+t-eating smirk on his face. Cole had no clue what that wolf-teeth comment was all about, but he didn't like it one bit.
”Don't even dream about it.”
Cole had popped a blood vessel the second he entered Rosita's and saw Christy in that outfit, barefoot, almost sprawled on the seat, laughing with her friends. All soft and relaxed, her hair all over the place, her light makeup a bit smudged. He'd seen that look many times, right after f.u.c.king her. She was so d.a.m.n beautiful his eyes ached.
He'd itched to go to her and kiss her, but he'd refrained from that impulse. It'd been d.a.m.n difficult, but he'd stayed away, grinding his teeth while James had introduced her to the rest, and those shmucks kissed and shook hands with her. She was oblivious to the fact that they were salivating over her, but he wasn't. He knew how the male mind worked too d.a.m.n well, because he was salivating himself.
He'd curbed his knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal instincts...barely, until Zack had made a move on her. Then his whole head had exploded, white-hot rage and possessiveness driving him to her. He loved the guy, but he was ready to rip his arms off just for standing near her. For touching her, he was ready to kill him.
But what the f.u.c.k did he expect? Christy was all but naked in that f.u.c.king bunny outfit. He would need a ten-foot electrified fence to keep guys away from her. He should have been hovering over her, growling at anyone who dared to look at her twice. Instead of that, dumb-a.s.s that he was, he'd left her alone. Great move.
What he hadn't expected was for Christy to shoo him away and deny their involvement once he'd gotten his a.s.s into gear.
He knew he'd pushed for casual, but he hadn't known it would hurt so f.u.c.king much to live up to it.
”She's going nowhere with you, feel me?” he said to Zack, his voice low and dangerous, and then turned to Christy. ”Can I talk to you?” he asked through gritted teeth. His feral expression worked on Zack, but it did jack s.h.i.+t for Christy, who just rolled her eyes, a tight smile on her face. She was trying to hide it, but she was p.i.s.sed. Which was just as well, because he was p.i.s.sed too.
To make things worse, the stupid ache in his chest, the one he'd had since she'd dumped him, was getting worse with every pa.s.sing second.
”We don't talk, remember?” she said to him and then smiled apologetically at Zack. ”Forgive Cole for being so rude. He's just too used to everyone obeying him. So where were we? Ah, yes, my plans for tomorrow. I'm free. Sure, I'll go out with you.”
Fury rolled off him in waves. But there was more. All the feelings that had been running rampant through him this last week now came rus.h.i.+ng to the forefront, trampling over each other, robbing him of breath. Most of them he had no name for, but one he recognized. It was l.u.s.t. Gut-twisting, eye-blinding, old-fas.h.i.+oned l.u.s.t. He'd go with that one.
Before he could think it through, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the back stairs, the ones leading up to Tate's old apartment.
”What the f.u.c.k are you playing at? Do you want to get Zack pounded into the ground?”
”You don't get to-”
Once the door was closed, he lifted her and, pinning her against the wall with his hips, took her mouth in a punis.h.i.+ng kiss. He wanted to devour her. Inhale her. Get inside her so deep they couldn't be pulled apart again. So that she wouldn't dare to think they weren't involved even for a second.
Without breaking the kiss, he yanked his belt off and bound her wrists together with it. She whimpered. The place was dim, but he could see her eyes. The second she realized what he had in mind, they'd widened, her whole body shuddering with arousal. He wrapped her legs around his thighs and then forced her arms up, holding her hands over her head by one end of the strip of leather.
”Cole-”
”You're mine,” he said with a growl into her mouth as he yanked her skirt up. She moaned and he swallowed it, his kiss urgent, claiming her roughly with his tongue. ”You don't let anyone else touch you.”
Her beaded nipples grazing his chest, he unzipped his pants and directed his c.o.c.k to her parted, damp folds. He groaned and drove in to the hilt while she arched her back, offering herself to him, panting against his mouth.
”G.o.d, you feel amazing, babe. So f.u.c.king good.”
She was hot and wet, and he was going out of his mind. Loud music was blasting from the other side of the door, but he could hear not a thing besides the blood roaring in his ears.
Her sweet p.u.s.s.y greedily pulled him in while she squeezed him with her legs and dug her heels into his a.s.s. Kissing her madly, he moved roughly inside her, slamming into her again and again, his o.r.g.a.s.m already gathering at the base of his spine and his c.u.m poised at the tip of his c.o.c.k, pulsing, dying to rush out and claim Christy.
As he pounded inside her, he realized with astounding clarity that this was where he belonged, his d.i.c.k deep between her legs, his tongue deep in her mouth. There weren't going to be any other guys around her. As there were not going to be other women for him.
”You are my woman. You belong to me. No one else f.u.c.ks you. No one else touches you. No one else f.u.c.king swipes beer from your chin. Get me?” he all but roared.
At his words she moaned into his mouth, and her s.e.x tightened. Then her teeth caught his lip and bit him as her p.u.s.s.y convulsed around him in a rippling contraction that all but stopped his heart. f.u.c.k. He was too far along to be able to fight himself, so he thrust deep into her, grinding himself in her, and came like a madman.
All the strength went out of him through his c.o.c.k, and he could barely stay standing. He leaned heavily on her, his hand still braced against the door, holding the belt tight.
They were silent for a long while.
”You didn't use a condom.”
”No, I didn't.” His offhand tone dared her to give him s.h.i.+t about it. ”If you're expecting me to apologize, you can forget it, because it won't happen. You're mine,” he stated, his breath still ragged. There was arousal and l.u.s.t when he was with her, but there was more to it, and he was past fighting these feelings.
”I'm not. You didn't want me.”
He gritted his teeth. ”I made a mistake.”
”I see. A guy asks me out, and you flip. Don't want to share p.u.s.s.y, right?”
”This has nothing to do with Zack. I made a mistake,” he repeated. ”I want to continue with our...” He waved a hand around. G.o.d, look at him. He couldn't even utter the f.u.c.king word.
”Relations.h.i.+p?” she provided.
”Yes, relations.h.i.+p,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
She snorted softly. ”You can hardly say the word. I don't know whether I should laugh or cry.” She seemed to feel pity for him, so she offered him a way out. ”Look, I'm going to make it easier on you. We don't have to do the relations.h.i.+p thing if you don't feel comfortable with it; we can just continue having s.e.x. If what makes you twitchy is the possibility of me hooking up with someone else, we can agree to keep the s.e.x exclusive. For as long as we are s.e.xually involved, we won't have s.e.x with anyone else. That should be enough to appease you.”
He looked at her. Was it? Would he be content owning her nights while her days belonged to someone else?
CHRISTY WAS OFFERING him a way out. Praying for him not to take it but offering it nevertheless. She just couldn't continue with this deal; it was ripping her apart.
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