Chapter 14 Steele #3
“Alright, fine,” she says, and I have to bite down on my tongue to contain my surprise.
I honestly can’t believe she’s agreeing to my proposal, considering she made her stance on kissing crystal clear.
She only does it with people she feels a connection with, and while I thought maybe she was there at the club, our re-meeting the following morning seemingly erased it all. “One kiss. After I get my picture.”
Suddenly, I’m very into the idea of posing in whatever ways she asks me to.
“C’mon, buddy,” I say, using caution while I lift a sleepy Angus from my lap.
He doesn’t growl or seem agitated in any way, so I take that as a green light to continue, bringing him up so that the coarse fur on the side of his face brushes against my cheek.
Sydney lifts the phone once again, tucking her lips in to stifle a smile.
I want to roll my eyes and maybe even flip her off, but not nearly as much as I want to kiss her.
So, when she tells us to say cheese, I do something wildly out of character, grinning for the camera as she snaps a few quick photos.
She looks them over while I wait very impatiently, still holding the dog up in case she isn’t happy with the results.
“One kiss, coming right up,” she says, and I freeze where I am as she leans onto her hands and knees and begins crawling in my direction.
The only thing on me that’s moving is my eyes, which have shamelessly locked onto the loose collar of her shirt as it hangs low.
Her lace-covered tits sway with every shift of her hips, making my mouth water with the need to suck her nipples until they’re peaked and aching.
She’s a wet fucking dream, eating up the space between us on all fours until she’s perched with both palms flattened on my thighs.
Our faces are just inches apart, and I wait with bated breath for the soft slide of her lips over mine.
“Stay still,” she murmurs, leaning in even closer.
Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion, my heart beating a heavy cadence behind my rib cage as the seconds tick by.
I want to grab the back of her neck and haul her into me, but I follow directions, not moving even though she’s almost close enough to taste.
Tension swirls in the air between us as I await my prize, but it never comes.
Because before I even register what’s going on, she veers to the side, pressing a firm kiss to the top of Angus’ head.
His tail wags against my arm as she plants about ten more pecks all over his face, turning back to me with a devious smirk.
“You didn’t specify who I had to kiss,” she says, her smug little attitude waking the most dominant part of me. She’s infuriating—intoxicating—and it makes me want to put her over my knee and tattoo handprints across her ass for making me feel so out of control.
Darting my hand out, I grab her face, my thumb and fingers sinking into the plump skin of her cheeks.
I yank her toward me, and her eyes go wide as a harsh puff of air ricochets off my lips.
Fuck, I want to devour her—to leave her breathless and reeling, able to taste nothing but me for weeks.
But I don’t…because I refuse to take anything from Sydney. I want her to give it freely.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” I growl. “Mark my words, Mistress. I’ll get that kiss sooner or later. And you better pray I show you even an ounce of mercy for making me wait so long.”
“We’ll see about that,” she tosses back, her voice sultry and smooth as she backs away slowly.
We maintain eye contact for several seconds, the act nearly as intimate as any of the other things we’ve shared.
It’s almost too much, and I internally pat myself on the back for keeping a tight hold on the last string of my self-restraint, when all I want is to say fuck it and show her exactly what she does to me.
“You bet your ass, we will.” I set Angus back down, and he curls up in my lap, making Sydney’s expression soften as she crosses her legs in front of her. She lifts her phone, her tongue dragging across her lower lip as she taps the screen a few times.
“Do you want me to send you the photos, so you can post them? I’ll text you a caption to copy and paste, too.”
I shrug. “I’m not really good at staying on top of that stuff. Can I just give you my login, and you can post whatever you want?”
Her brows furrow, confusion blanketing her features. “You want to give me your password and access to all your accounts?”
“Is that a problem?” I reply. “Seems easier, since you’re the one who knows what they’re doing here.”
She swallows, her shoulders lowering slightly, but she still looks a bit dazed. “What about your DMs and stuff? Aren’t those…private?”
The corners of my mouth tip upward. “Sydney, I couldn’t give two shits what you see in there. I only engage with people I know privately, otherwise everything stays in the comments.”
“Even women?” she asks, her mouth pressed into a tight slash. She thinks I’m a playboy—someone who has a revolving door of partners that I fuck and never speak to again.
She couldn’t be more wrong.
“Never,” I say. “I may hit up the kink club when the mood strikes, and I go on dates if I’m set up by a mutual friend or my agent.
But I’m not out here meeting random people on social media just to get my dick wet.
That’s not who I am. So, feel free to do whatever you need to do on there. I trust you.”
“Okay.” She nods, her gaze meeting mine as she hands the device to me. I pull up each app, logging in and saving the passwords so she can get in whenever she has something to post.
“There.” I hand the phone back to her, and she flips through everything before stuffing it back into her pocket.
She turns her attention back toward where I’m sitting just in time to watch Angus hop off my lap, trotting back into his kennel and cuddling up on the bed.
He looks at both of us before letting out the biggest yawn, which tells us that he’s done for the day.
Sydney laughs, standing to her feet and wiping the non-existent dirt from her jeans. “You heard the man,” she says, lifting her chin toward the now-sleeping dog. “We’ve worn out our welcome. Let’s get out of here.”
I stand, towering over her and wishing I could dip down for a taste of her bubblegum lips, but I need to be patient.
I know she feels the same thing I do, even if she’s still mad at me for what I said.
But now that I’m here, and I’m slowly earning my spot as a Renegade—at least for now—I’m fully prepared to show her that I’m not who she thinks I am.
It’ll take time, but at this point, that’s all I’ve got.
“You’re the boss, Mistress. I’m just along for the ride.”