Chapter 23
I nearly lose my shit when I see Vera standing in the gravel driveway talking to Rio. “Why is she outside?” I grit out.
Rio takes a step back when I drive a finger into his chest.
“Easy,” he says, almost smiling. “She wanted to come find you, and I knew you wouldn’t want her out here wandering around alone.”
Vera’s hand rests softly on my arm. “No blame on him, I’m the one who asked where you were.”
She’s talking in a voice you’d use to calm a wild animal.
“Can I see your knuckles, please?” she asks.
I rip my eyes away from Rio and glance down. Fuck. “They’re fine,” I reply tightly. But she fusses over my hand, shaking her head. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Rio lifts his brows and clears his throat. “I’ll just leave you two alone.”
After giving him one more glare, I finally let myself look at Vera. She’s gorgeous. But worried.
Well, so am I.
“I’d feel better if you were inside,” I say, the scowl tightening on my face. Yes, frowning. My face isn’t a stone wall anymore. All fucking day it’s been doing weird shit.
“I’m inside an electrified, armed fence,” Vera replies. “I highly doubt there’s a sniper in a tree somewhere waiting to take me out.”
My entire blood supply turns frigid as my eyes whips to the treeline. “Fuck. I didn’t think of that. Move it, Vera. I need you inside.”
She sighs, straightening her shoulders. “You’re not an easy man, Tobias.”
“Never said I was.”
The entire way back to our room, I rest my hand on her lower back. Yep, I’m bleeding on her. Don’t care. Need to be touching her.
She’s silent as I open the door and let her inside. But it’s not long before she whirls on me and looks me dead in the eyes.
“Still angry at yourself?” she demands.
I exhale roughly and reply. “Yep.”
“I think I can help.”
Before I can guess what she means, Vera whips the T-shirt off over her head and shakes her hair out of the knot.
Her tits are bare, her nipples are pink rocks. The thick strands of her hair slide across her shoulders.
When she hooks her thumbs in the joggers she borrowed out of my closet, I swallow hard. Down they go.
Since I tore her panties and broke her bra, she’s completely naked below.
“You made me feel brave, Tobias. Thank you for showing me how to feel sexy.”
“Woman, you are sexy,” I immediately reply, grabbing the erection that’s bending uncomfortably in my jeans.
Walking backward, she crooks her finger again. This time beckoning me toward the bed.
“Vera,” I warn.
“I think some rough sex will help.”
Good. Fucking. God.
With a naughty grin she crawls on the bed. “My turn to get you out of your head.”
I stalk her, knowing I should leave, cool off.
“You think you can handle this?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know. But I think you can handle this…” She glides her hand over the handprint I left on her ass earlier, turning to show me.
Game over. No walking away now.
I grab her ankle and jerk her to the edge of the bed, not stopping til her legs are hanging off and her pussy is right at the edge of the mattress. She’s flat on her stomach now and breathing erratically, like she realizes exactly what she’s unleashed.
The zipper on my jeans hums as I jerk it down. She looks over her shoulder and licks her lips as she gets a peek at the fullness of my cock. “He looks angry too.”
My voice is vibrating when I ask, “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“Are you sure you don’t need to have your ears checked?”
Lord. This almost-virgin is goading me.
I grab both her ass cheeks and lean in to bite the velvet-soft curves.
Against her skin, I rumble, “My ears are just fine but your ass might not be.”
Vera’s lips part on a breathy moan and a tremble runs through her body. “Make me scream again, Tobias. We both need it.”
I drop to my knees and shove her legs apart, taking a greedy taste at her pussy from behind. Rubbing my face and tongue side to side in the valley between her cheeks makes her squeal my name.
My hands are still bleeding from beating the shit out of the punching bag and bloody handprints are all over her creamy, pale thighs. I’m a sick fuck for loving it.
But the anger at myself simmers in my blood.
The right thing to do would be to finger her, get her ready, instead, shove those hand-print-marked legs open and force my cock against her opening, needing release.
“You better hang on,” I grit through my teeth.
Vera screams my name when I force myself inside her unbelievably wet slit.
I drive her up the bed, the headboard crashing hard against the wall.
Fuck. The veins in my arms are bulging. I can feel my pulse in my temples. My lungs are burning.
She screams, laughs, screams, laughs, and fists the bedspread in both her hands.
“Wow!” She moans, “Oh. My. God.”
I drag her hips up, bending my chest over her body so I’m against her back and I’m gripping the headboard with one hand.
“How many strokes is that, math girl?” I growl next to her ear.
“Seventy-six.”
I bite her neck, my own breathing ragged.
Her words turn smoky. “Maybe ninety. I don’t know. I can’t think.”
“That’s right. Not with this big dick taking all this fucking frustration out on you.”
“Yes. I love it,” she whispers, her words jolting with my thrusts.
“How many more can you take?” I demand as I slam into her two more rough times.
“I’m… close,” she says, gasping as I hit that spot deep… so deep.
I should feel bad for fucking her so hard. This is my anger. She’s done nothing. But damn if I can stop myself. And she asked for it. Wanted me.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order.
She licks her lips, hazy eyes rising to meet my gaze. “Me?”
“Yes. You. No other fuck toys in my bed. Ain’t gonna be.” I grab her up, positioning her right where I want her. My cock throbs deep inside her scorching heat.
A rough moan tears out of me as she shifts around on me.
When she has her hands on the headboard, her hair is tumbled down her back, her smooth ass cheeks on display, and I nearly unload my wad.
Not. Yet.
“My girl likes it hard, doesn’t she?” I ask, reaching around to find her swollen clit.
“Yes, Tobias.”
When I smack her pussy, she jolts and floods my hand with her juices.
Ohhhh fuck. She’s gonna be a squirter. “Goddamn,” I roar.
The next smack earns me more of her wetness.
“T-Tobias,” she moans loudly as I pinch her clit, slamming my cock into her soaked pussy, grinding deep. All the way to the hilt.
There’s no lamp to break this time but the bed might give. It’s creaking, groaning under my punishment.
Vera lets out a shrill scream.
“God woman, that sound,” I growl against her temple. “Remember what I told you?”
She’s panting, her mouth slightly open, her body slick.
“Do you?” I demand, my fingers playing over her clit, along the stretched tight skin wrapped around my cock.
“You. You want me to scream in your ear,” she stammers.
“That’s right.”
I drag her off the bed, turn her around and pick her up. “Legs around me.”
“No. Wait. You can’t?”
“What? I can’t fuck you against the wall?”
Her eyes go wide as disc brakes. “You can?”
“I am.”
I crash us into the wall, my cock finding home as I do. She claws at my shoulders. “Okay! Wow. Big guy is strong.”
“Yes. I. Am.” I thrust up, fucking her hard, nailing her to the wall. “Play with yourself, Vera.”
I wasn’t sure her eyes could widen more, but they do. She almost shyly touches her clit.
“Touch it like I do,” I command.
She moans, her fingers move faster. When she smacks her own clit, I nearly swallow my tongue.
With one hand, I’m holding her up, the other is braced against the wall, and my cock is a piston, working the fuck out of her glorious pussy.
The size of my hand lets me slip my fingers into the seam of her cheeks to find that sexy, hidden back entrance.
Her moans turn to whimpers, her eyes turn misty, her big tits shuddering with every ragged breath.
“Told you everything about me was big, I’m gonna use my thick middle finger on this tight little ass.”
“Yes,” she nods wildly as her fingers roughly work her clit.
“Remember what I told you.”
She hoarsely whispers, “Scream in your ear.”
I slip my lubed-up finger into that slick, tight knot.
She lasts ten seconds and goes off like a rocket, doing just as she promised, screaming in my ear.
I nearly die from the pleasure of that sound. My cock thumps, throbs deep at the root and a blast of come shoots out inside her. But I can’t stop moving.
Every thrust that follows makes her shake more and knocks the wind out of me.
When I’m drained, I drop my head to the wall next to her shoulder. “Fuck, that was way better than boxing.”
She giggles and wraps her arms tight around my neck.
All I can do is groan. I’m so fucking gone for this woman.
“You held me up,” she says, sounding a little astounded.
“That’s not all I did.”
I carry her to the bed, crashing us down onto the mattress with a satisfied groan. I’ve still got my jeans around my thighs. We both laugh as we catch our breath.
How did she do that? Make everything feel better when it’s still just as messed up.
“Thank you,” I murmur against the crown of Vera’s head as my body grows heavy.
“You’re welcome. Thank you. That was… fun.”
A laugh rumbles somewhere deep inside me as a weird sensation fills the space between sternum and spine. “There you go again, calling me fun.”
“I’m allowed,” Vera announces as her fingers do something magic in my chest hair.
I don’t even realize I’ve passed out until someone bangs loudly on my door, “Ace! Get out here.”