Chapter 13 #2
His sweet smile warms me on the inside. As we roll up to our feet, Rev holds out bottles of water for both of us. I blow out a shaky breath and accept one, downing the contents in one go.
Rev doesn’t look away from me, even as Ezra slinks past him to scoop up his wedding ring and grab a towel from one of the hanging shelves. He turns slightly to wave back at me. “Bye, Dante. See you later.”
“Yeah. Bye,” I reply awkwardly, then I’m left alone with the man who challenges my sanity.
I came here twisted up over how last night ended with Rev, determined to make him delete the video, but looking him over now and hearing him call Ezra pretty has me acting petty as fuck.
I don’t want him to delete the video anymore. I want him to keep it. I want his eyes on me.
Only me.
“So…did you watch it?”
“Oh, I watched it.” Rev’s eyes glint. “Every perfect second. Wanna fight me over it?”
“Yeah, I wanna fucking fight.”
Because some messed-up part of me wants his hands on my body, and I want them there now.
“You gonna roll in a suit?” I raise a brow.
“No, but I’d fuck you in one.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “Pass.”
“Worth a shot. Give me two minutes to change.”
When he disappears, I gaze out the giant windows overlooking the balcony, wondering how I let myself get into this mess. I should be hunting SIXX instead of playing around with this man.
Everything’s so fucked.
But I have to admit, Sinro’s facilities are nice. We’re high enough off the ground that window locks aren’t a thing. I don’t feel the need to check doors, either, considering I’m surrounded by mercenaries.
It’s almost…peaceful up here.
Rev ducks under the ropes to join me. He’s shirtless, which is enough of a distraction, but he had to go and put on formfitting fighting shorts, too.
I can’t help checking him out. He’s undeniably sexy. Smooth and muscled and lusty-eyed.
Gritting my teeth, I raise my fists.
“Striking too?” He grins.
“Striking.” I nod, eager to land a fist to his face.
We circle each other, tension buzzing so electric, I can practically taste the coppery tang of it in the air. I stay tight, guarding my face and watching his feet, but he gives nothing away in his movements. No favored sides or injuries.
I end up taking the first swing and clock him, splitting his lip. As he stumbles back, I spin around and land a kick to his ribs. When he catches my ankle, fear twists my gut. Using all of my strength, I yank my leg away and work to regain my composure.
Rev’s tongue swipes over his bloody lip, and that slithery fear twists into something hot and needy deep in my core.
Dropping low, he pounces on me to try to tackle me to the floor. I wrap my hands around his lower back and heft his body over my shoulder. The smack of his back on the mat sounds worse than it really feels, but where I expect him to grunt or growl, he releases a breathy laugh.
“Got some pent-up rage, murder kitten?”
I rush to get into a mount position between his legs, but when I raise a fist to strike him, I freeze up at the sight of the blood smeared on his lips.
I don’t want to hurt him. I just wanted to piss him off enough to leave me alone for good. One of us has to be stronger, and considering I paid someone to drive me here to see him, it needs to be him who draws the line.
“You know I want it,” he murmurs, blue eyes shining in anticipation.
When I don’t move, Rev flips our position so I’m the one laid out on my back. His body heat and his spicy, masculine scent invade my senses, quickening my pulse.
My fight kicks in once more. We swap control several times, and it makes me wonder what positions he likes. He claims he’d let me do anything to him, but secretly, I’m hoping he prefers to top.
Fuck. Not what I should be thinking about while his heavy, sweat-slicked body is pressed against me. But it’s too late. My dick is already rising to the occasion, ready to betray me.
I manage to get him into side control, my knees wedged against his hip and side as I struggle to get my arm under his.
“Say the words, and we can roll around the way you really want, baby boy,” he murmurs.
“Shut the fuck up.” I growl. “And stop looking at me like that.”
“Oh, I looked plenty last night.”
Slipping out of my hold, he gets me onto my stomach and rests the full weight of his body on top of me. My muscles are screaming in defeat, especially in my shoulder, where I can feel my heartbeat pounding. I’m pinned beneath him. My cock is fully hard. And my rage is at an all-time high.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Why him? Why do I have to have this reaction to him? Why does he have to exist and make me want things I can’t have?
I try to buck against him, but all this does is rub my ass against his erection. A groan nearly escapes me.
This would never work. No matter how much my body wants to let him in, my head is too fucked up. What if SIXX gets the best of him or some other violent criminal takes him down on a future job?
How am I supposed to survive with another hole punched into my chest?
I tap so he won’t feel my body shaking. When I flip over, Rev is holding out a hand for me. He’s not smiling anymore, and somehow, that’s worse than his teasing.
On the brink of a meltdown, I smack his hand away and hop to my feet. “Take me home.”
“Dante—”
“I said take me the fuck home!”