Chapter Seventeen
Blade
C linging to my arm with both hands, her voice went south. “If you open this door, we’re going to have a problem.”
I drew left-handed. “What kind of problem?” The house dark, the fucking porch light shining in my face, my sight line was shit.
“Not that kind,” she rasped.
Taking in her position, her body language, her breathy-as-hell response, I mentally pivoted. “You want to be fucked.”
“Yes.” She paused. “I want you to fuck me.”
I holstered my Sig. “No, you don’t.”
“ Oh God ,” she whispered so damn soft, it was like a different woman. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“I… misjudged.”
She didn’t misjudge shit. “Doing you a favor, woman.” I’d only use her. Not that she wasn’t aiming to do the same. Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but the woman in front of me now wasn’t the chick in the SUV who’d said she wasn’t into names. Nervously fucking with the key, hanging on my arm, shit had shifted.
“I get it. You don’t have to spare my feelings. I know what I look like.” She blew out a breath. “What you look like.”
What the fuck? “What do you think you look like?” And why the hell did I give a damn?
“Like I need a shower and a diet.”
Christ. Using the arm she was still hanging on to, I spun her around. “You want to drop the bullshit for thirty seconds?”
“Please.”
Jesus, that word hit different coming from this woman. “You’re all tits, ass, and attitude. You don’t need a fucking diet. The only reason I’m not balls deep in you right now is because I’d be using you. And yeah, I heard you. You want to be fucked. You think you want it from me. I’m telling you that you don’t. You’re stepping in something deep.” If the blonde she’d been with was Church’s woman, she could already be in over her head.
“You’re saying that like I’d be stepping in shit, and you’re shit.” Frowning, no attitude, she made the statement with disbelief.
“I’m saying you’re young.” I had at least a decade and change on her. She was also right. If I opened that door, there would be a problem. She got the fucking pronoun wrong, though. No “we” about it. I’d fuck her and interrogate her. Not necessarily in that order. The mood I was in, depending on how it went, this had the potential to be very fucking unpleasant for her.
“So because I’m younger than you, that means I don’t know how to make up my own mind?”
“It means exactly what I said. I’m doing you a favor.”
“I don’t think you are,” she countered. “Why did you ask about who I was with when you saw me leave the bar?”
Her questions hitting too close, standing outside with potential witnesses, not having her where I wanted her yet, I switched tactics.
Stepping into her, lowering my voice, I gave her both a threat and a come-on. “You want to own it? Then choose, woman.”
Her pulse jumped, and she stared at me for a beat too long. Then she opened her mouth.
I knew what was coming before the woman said a damn word.
Making a preemptive strike, I spun her back around, shoved the door open, and gave her an order with the full weight of what she’d accused me of. “Step inside.”
Her raspy gasp filtered down to my cock.
Christ .
I was going to break this woman.