Chapter Eleven #2
“We weren’t planning to involve you in our sex life, Alfie.
So I’m not sure how this has anything to do with you.
” Her red hair is fiery, her lip curled into a snarl, her eyes flash with something akin to pure loathing.
I’ve been on the receiving end of that look a few times, and it’s enough to make your balls shrivel up.
On the upside for me, she did just talk metaphorically about our sex life, which is making my balls . . . what’s the opposite of shriveling?
“Oh boy,” Lottie and Mia both murmur, stepping either side of the she-devil who could potentially be about to sprout horns.
Caleb is grinning, the asshole. Lottie and Mia both look like they want to douse everyone with cold water, and Alfie looks like he might try to find a weapon to defend himself with.
“Time to leave, Jonesy,” Katie says, sticking out her hand for me to take.
I look at the hand and then at Alfie, Caleb, Lottie, and Mia. I make my way around the whole damn room until I’m back to Katie.
“Err, what?” I mutter.
“For sex. Let's go.”
My eyes widen, blood draining from my face and down toward my dick, which has apparently taken over because my hand is in hers and I’m walking through the living room toward the front door before I even think to say goodbye to anyone.
“Are we actually leaving? Or are we going upstairs? I’m not averse to fucking in someone else’s house, but given that everyone is awake and downstairs seems a little odd. I was thinking our first time would be a little different,” I say, rambling because, as I said, my dick has taken over.
“What did you say?” The strands of her wavy red hair brush against my chest as she spins on her heel.
God, she’s beautiful. Even though her warring emotions are enough to give me emotional whiplash.
She’s just so stunning; the freckles dance across her face, her eyes brighter since she’s had a good sleep.
I want her to feel good all the time. I want her to sleep well.
And if that means sleeping with her every night, then so be it.
“What. Did. You. Say?”
“I asked if we were really leaving.”
Panic dances in her wide eyes, her breathing choppy. “No. After that . . . you said you thought our first time would be a little different.”
Shit . . . I did say that.
Noting the impatient tap of Katie’s foot on the floor, I try to backtrack. “I don’t know, princess, I was rambling because you were holding my hand and telling everyone we were going to go and fuck. So sorry for assuming that we were in fact going to fuck.”
“That’s not what's bothering me,” she mutters.
“Then please enlighten me because I don’t know what's up your ass this time.”
She pulls on her coat, slipping her hands through the arms and flicking her hair out from underneath. “I’m taking a day off tomorrow. Don’t contact me unless there’s something urgent with the case.”
“That’s it?” I tug at her wrist, pulling her back to me as she opens the front door, the cold wind blistering around my bare feet. My dick has taken priority, and it wants to know how thirty seconds ago it had an opportunity to see Katie Murphy laid bare, and now she’s leaving.
“What more is there?”
“How about the fact that you didn’t have a nightmare last night?
” I say, inching closer to her. I step into her space, pushing her toward the door, but I lift my free hand above her shoulder and push it closed.
The snick of the lock fails to cut through the tension between us as I cage her against the door.
“Don’t think that just because you spent a night holding me means you’ve fixed me, Jonesy.”
“It was three nights, princess. And you didn’t have a bad dream a single time I was holding you,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
She tilts her chin up, and I trail the tip of my nose along the bridge of hers.
Her pouty pink lips part. The bottom one is so plump, just begging to be bitten.
“Tell me you didn’t have the best sleep of your life last night. ”
“All it took was you talking to send me into a deep slumber. What an achievement for you,” she snips, her defenses creeping back up.
I let go of her wrist, moving it to her hip, and I spin her around so her back is against my chest. Her harsh gasps ring in my ears as I push my hard cock into the crevice of her ass. One hand splayed on her stomach, the other gripping the back of her neck so she can’t escape me.
“It’s more than that, and you know it. You can keep fighting me, princess, but this is inevitable.”
“Us having sex?” she spits as I yank her head back by her neck, twisting her so her big green eyes are looking up at me.
They’re glazed, and for a split second, I think I’ve made a terrible mistake.
I’ve read this completely wrong, and I’m just assaulting my friend in our other friend’s dimly lit hallway.
That is, until she grinds her ass against my cock, her fingers spread wide to brace herself against the door.
Fuck me.
“Tell me you don’t think about it. How intense it would be.” My lips graze her ear, and she whimpers. “Years and years of buildup released in a few short hours.”
“Hours . . .” she whispers.
“Yeah, princess. You think I’d have you once, and you’d be done?
No way. It wouldn’t be enough. I’d fuck you raw.
I’d fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.
I’d fuck you all night long if you wanted me to.
I’d make you beg me, and then when I decide that you’ve begged enough, I’ll make you come over and over until you can’t take anymore. ”
I palm her tit over her top. Christ, I want to rip it open so the buttons go flying. I want to suck on her nipples until they’re hard and pointed.
“You want that, princess?” I whisper, grazing my teeth along the shell of her ear.
She breathes in deeply, her shoulders pushing back. She grabs the handle of the front door and opens it, twisting her head to look over her shoulder.
“Thanks for the good night's sleep, Jonesy. But you can’t give me what I need.”
She steps out into the cold night, and the door slams shut.