Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CRUZ
"What's your fucking deal, bro?" I sat on the bench that ran the length of the locker room and adjusted the laces on my skates.
"You might need to elaborate," Easton said. "I have a bunch of deals going on at any given time."
He gave me a look like he didn't know exactly what I was talking about.
"Cat, dickhead," I snapped. "You went out with her, but then you were acting like you hate her guts as much as the rest of us."
"Nothing's changed." He shrugged. "All I'm thinking about is the bet." He didn't look all that convincing to me.
"You're not claiming you won," I pointed out.
"You're the one who said she was panting for you.
" The look on her face when I'd said that.
I wanted to laugh and punch myself in the face at the same time.
Yeah, that was a stupid reaction. It made no sense to me either.
She was a pain in the ass, but my cock wanted to climb out of my pants whenever I saw her.
I needed to fuck her and get her out of my head.
"She was." He went on taping up his stick.
"Then, that brings us back to what's your deal? Why didn't you fuck her?" I was glad he hadn't, but only because I wanted to win his money. That was what I told myself. If he wanted to throw away his chance to win, that was his problem.
Easton glanced up and grinned. "I figured I'd play with her for a while. See how wound up I could get her before I have her on her knees, those pretty lips around my cock."
He glanced away before I could wipe the smile off his face with my fist.
What the fuck was my deal? This woman was screwing with my brain.
"Maybe you don't want to win," I suggested. "Are you giving up?"
"Not a chance." He tore off the edge of the tape and set it aside. "I'm still in if you are. Maybe Dean should join us. I saw how he was looking at her."
I saw it too. I looked over to where Dean was pulling on his padding. So far, he played his cards close to his chest. Maybe giving Easton and I enough rope to hang ourselves with before he made his move.
"Not a chance." Dean glanced up briefly. He looked like he was going to say something else, but ducked his face back down again.
I stood up in my skates and walked over to him. "You good?"
"Yeah." He still averted his gaze. "I'm good. I just… I dunno."
"You think we're being too harsh on her?" I asked.
"I guess so," he said. "She seemed kinda upset. I feel like we're all on edge because of this shit."
"You going to go and kiss her better?" Easton teased.
Dean looked over at him, his lips pressed in a tight line. "That's what I'm talking about. There's too much on the line for this kind of friction."
"It's not the kind of friction I like." I pictured her lying on my bed, on her back, that look of anger on her face, her legs apart while I drove into her. Hating me, but at the same time letting me use all of her gorgeous body. Her pussy nice and wet for me, waiting for me to come inside her.
Dean grunted and went back to fixing his padding into place.
"I'll meet you clowns out on the ice," I said. For once, Cat wasn't training before us. Glaring at us like she owned the rink. That fuckable mouth all pouty and angry. Ready to wrap around my dick.
I stepped out of the locker room with a smirk on my face, that only deepened when I saw her standing at the edge of the rink.
"This is our rink time." I strode over to her like I owned the place.
She turned to me and glared. Fuck, she was hot when she did that.
"I know that, I'm here to talk to Easton."
No way, he had his chance. Whatever was going through his head, it was time for me to get into hers. And under her skin.
"He's not here today," I lied. "Want me to pass on a message?"
Her lips pressed tighter together. "No, I'll see him some other time." She started to turn away.
Without thinking I reached out and grabbed her upper arm, nice and firm. Even with a shirt and jacket on, the contact sent a jolt of heat to my cock. I wanted to touch her bare skin.
"Maybe we can talk." I pushed her towards the women's locker room, knowing no one would be in there right now.
"What the fuck would we ever have to talk about?" She jerked her arm away, but let me guide her anyway.
I let the door swing closed behind us. "Let's start with how much you want me."
She stepped away from me, until her back hit the wall.
I stood in front of her, my hands to either side of her head, caging her in.
"You're delusional," she said. "You've been nothing but an asshole to me since we met. Not to mention that fucking video you posted online. Why would I want you?"
Her breath was coming a little faster, increasing the rise and fall of her breasts. Her eyes darkened. She was so angry, she was aroused.
"That video made a lot of people happy," I said. "You don't want people to think you're a perfect little princess, do you?"
"I'm definitely not perfect, but posting that proves how much of an asshole you are." She lifted her chin at me defiantly.
I wasn't going to apologise for the video, because I wasn't sorry. I'd seen enough skaters to know she’d hit the wall because she was showing off, trying to prove to us that she was better than us. The video was a reminder that she wasn't.
"And yet, you still want me. Do you know why?" I smirked. "Because you're only human." I leaned in and ran the tip of my tongue from her chin, the side of her jaw.
She quivered under my touch. Yeah, that was what I thought. She felt the electricity between us too. That burning ember, ready to become a full blown fire.
"The question is, are you going to fight it?
" I ran my tongue across her neck, down to her throat.
She smelled like lavender body wash and some kind of soft, floral perfume.
Her skin was perfectly smooth. She made no attempt to pull away.
If anything, she leaned into my touch slightly. Instinctively wanting more.
"There's no way anything is going to happen between us." Her voice was soft and low, husky with need.
Another pulse of heat and my cock was diamond hard.
"You say that, but your body is giving me different signals." I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her warm, soft lips and sliding my tongue between them. Her mouth tasted of mint and some kind of tea. A hint of vanilla or something. Ironic, because there was nothing vanilla about this woman.
She moaned.
Holy shit, if she did again, I was going to lose my load in my pants.
I broke off our kiss. "Admit you want me."
"I hate you," she whispered.
I chuckled. "Yeah, but you want me." I kissed her again. She kissed me back, her tongue probing inside my mouth.
I broke off again. "Say it. Say the word and I'll give you what you want."
The anger in her eyes was just what I imagined and hoped for. That flash of fury that carried a world of lava hot heat and promise.
"I fucking hate you, but I want you," she said. Her voice was a deep, frustrated growl, reminding me of Easton for a moment. I pushed him out of my head for now. He was a whole other complication. Right now, I wanted to focus everything on Cat.
"There, that wasn't so difficult was it?
" I taunted. The angrier I made her, the better this would be for both of us. I wanted her stone cold furious, ready to use those cat’s claws of hers to scratch the hell out of me.
That would come. She could leave scars on me if she wanted to.
Every time she looked at me, she'd know they were there.
That she'd marked me because she couldn't resist what my body could give her.
I kissed her again while undoing the front of her jeans and tugging them down far enough to get my hand inside. I ran the tips of my fingers over the front of her black lace panties.
"You're so fucking wet." Of course she was. Her body was aching for me to touch her.
I slid my hand up and down her seam and under the edge of her panties. I broke off our kiss and looked her right in the eyes while I pressed two of my fingers straight inside her saturated pussy.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her a few times before adding a third. Her pussy was a tight fit. So fucking perfect. She'd feel incredible around my cock.
She didn't look like a princess now. She looked like a fucking goddess. Her eyes were wide and dark. Some of her hair had come out of her ponytail and now floated around the sides of her face.
With my spare hand, I pulled the hairband out of her hair, letting all of it tumble down past her shoulders.
I wanted her to look messy, so everyone could see what we'd done here.
They'd know she surrendered herself to me.
I wanted her to look completely destroyed.
I wanted to see her come around my fingers.
I wanted her to feel good because of me, my touch.
Because she gave herself to me this way.
She couldn't resist the animal attraction between us.
I hooked my fingers around to rub her G spot, while the heel of my hand massaged her clit.
Rougher and rougher, taking all my hate out on her, I fucked her with my hand, right there up against the wall.
And she let me, taking everything I gave her with no restraint.
If she was panting for Easton, she was downright melting for me.
I was going to make sure she enjoyed every minute of it as much as I did.
She rolled her hips, bucking and grinding against my hand. She dropped her head back, half closed her eyes and moaned.
"Mmm, just like that, don't stop." She'd hate herself for those words later, but I loved every syllable. I wished I recorded it on my phone, but it was seared into my brain. I'd relive it over and over.
There was no way I was stopping now. If I did it would piss her off, but making her come would piss her off even more.
Later on, when she thought back to the way I made her feel, she'd be so fucking conflicted.
Yeah, she hated me, but she was going to want more.
She'd need more until she let me make her body mine.
And I would. I'd claim every centimetre of her.
I'd teach this princess who her king was. Who owned her.
"Come for me, princess. Come around my hand." I worked her harder and harder, playing her body like she was my personal guitar.
She groaned. "I'm so close. So… Ahhh." She rocked harder as her orgasm claimed her. She cried out my name and went on grinding herself against my hand. Coming and coming and coming. If my fingers weren't wet before, they were drenched now.
She came because of me. I gave her that orgasm. The first of many. My cock ached to be deep inside her, but that would have to wait.
Easton had a point. Fucking her wasn't enough. I needed her shattered into a thousand pieces until all there was left was for her to turn to me.
Then I'd break her.