Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I’m down bad. I’m down motherfucking bad.
That look in Raven’s eye when she told me no and slammed the door? Fuck me sideways, she looked feral. Wild and angry and so, so fucking hot.
She also called me a slut. And that fucking pisses me off.
At that moment, I almost jumped up and slammed her into the apartment. Almost pinned her against the wall to make her see just how much a ‘slut’ could rock the fucking stick out of her ass.
I buzzed about it all night, even fucking my fist until I came over and over. But nothing helped. I want it from her. I want her mouth wrapped around my dick. I want to punish her mouth until she cries, then force her to come over and over until she screams.
My dick throbs, and I have to adjust myself.
I made Dave park across the street from Raven’s apartment. He was oddly quiet when I asked, and it pisses me off. It’s not stalking. I just want to know where Raven and my brother will be today.
My blood runs hot even thinking about it. Gage doesn’t deserve her attention. He wouldn't know what to do with someone like her anyway. The man hasn’t seen pussy since Jessica, and she was a boring lay.
Suddenly, I see movement in the alley. Raven’s car makes an appearance, and I catch a glimpse of her pretty face behind the wheel. At least, I know it’s pretty. Stunning, actually, but she’s fuzzy from here. She drives toward town.
I direct Dave to follow her, secretly hoping she stops at the coffee shop again. I can stop there for lunch and see her sans bat.
Or, you know what? Maybe keep the bat. I like a little bit of danger. It makes my heart pump, and I feel alive.
But Raven doesn’t stop at the coffee shop. My skin gets hotter and hotter as we drive toward the other end of town.
Toward Gage’s house.
Sure enough, she pulls in front of his house, then gets out of the car, flouncing around in that dark, pleated skirt of hers.
The one that I wish I could see up last night after I dropped to my knees in front of her.
Raven looks stunning today, with her dark hair streaming down her back.
I can’t see her face, but I know her features are fucking sharp and soft at the same time, her cheekbones cutting out of her face, covered in soft, dewy skin.
She looks good.
She’s playing a game with me.
I clench my hands so hard my nails bite into the creases of my palms.
Raven wants to play hard to get with the fucking slut.
Okay, little bird. Let’s play.