Chapter 22 #2
“Umm… What?” I straightened and turned to him in confusion. “You said no such thing to me.”
“I know damn well what I said to you,” he snapped. “Again, you’re not listening. It’s dangerous out here—or did you forget everything I told you in the truck? Jesus, Regi. When did you become so?—”
I shot my arm out, and raised a finger to stop him from saying anything further. “Whatever you’re about to say, better think twice.” I glared at him.
“Care-less,” he emphasized with a snarl.
“When did you tell me all these rules? When I was asleep in the back seat of the truck?” My chin tilted up in defiance.
Anger radiated off Decker as he glared at me. I swore if he clenched his teeth any tighter, they would crack.
“I haven’t been out here that long, Deck. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to make a vegetable omelet that could save lives.”
Decker wouldn’t move. “You have a death wish or something?”
Or something .
Decker eyed the dress I was wearing and the full basket clutched in my hand. “Is your life worth these vegetables?” He picked up the carrot and tossed it back in.
“Why are you being such a prick to me?” I countered, trying to be brave, but my stomach began to churn.
“You haven’t told me anything about safety or that I couldn’t go outside.
I’m cooped up in this house with nothing but to stare at the walls for entertainment.
You took my phone away in case someone might track us. ”
“It’s all for your safety.” He ground out.
“Yeah? Well, what about the blood from the other day? How did that happen? Do you expect me to stay in the house the whole time while we’re here?
You go out and do whatever you please—and I know damn well Krew does too.
So why can’t I—Oh wait, is it because I’m a weak woman—because I’m not strong?
Well, get this through your head, Decker Moss.
I. Am. Strong.” I punctuated each word while pointing at myself.
“It takes more than strength to be strong. You have to listen too. Damn it, your strength isn’t going to stop a bullet.”
I was so pissed that I couldn’t see the point Decker was trying to make. “You know what? You don’t get it. I’m going inside, and you can just go fuck off,” I shouted and tried to move around him.
“Fuck off?” In a flash, Decker was inches from me, so close that his hard puffs of breaths fanned across my face. “Did I hear you right?”
“Yes, but I’ll say it again. Fuck off.” I refused to back down. He wasn’t going to intimidate me.
“You want to know where the blood came from? Alright. Listen up, princess. There were hired killers out there wanting to shoot you dead. The blood came from them. They came here to put a bullet in your and Krew’s heads, but I got rid of them—for you and him.
” He pointed a finger toward the house, before he moved it to my temple.
“Is it worth all these vegetables now?” He shot a hand out, smacking the basket out of my hands.
Decker was hulking over me like some snarling dog, ready to take a bite. I stumbled back, both from what he said and the enraged look in his eyes.
Fear and something foreign trickled into my body, and I was terrified and excited at the same time. God, I was sick. The need to run was followed by a shot of lust as an image of Decker hunting me down and fucking me in the garden had my pussy slick and ready.
Before I did something utterly stupid like taunting him into chasing me, I shouted in his face. “Step back, Deck.”
Decker moved, giving me room to escape. I quickly raced to the front of the house, but I heard him following close behind.
“You’re not going to shout in my face and then take off like a coward, Regi—not after you spouted so much about being strong .” His taunt and maniacal laughter added layer of mortification to my now sour attitude.
“Leave me, alone.” Damn it, I was whining. But Decker was right. I was a coward, and I wasn’t strong. No amount of strength was going to stop a bullet aimed at me.
It was foolish to stand up to him, knowing full well that I’d never be tough enough to face any man, least of all Decker. I wasn’t before, and I’d just proven that fact again.
“I can’t believe my girl had the balls to tell me to fuck off right to my face.” He chuckled, like he approved of my verbal retaliation, which was all confusing. One moment, he was raging at me about safety, and now he was acting like this was all funny.
I barely made it around to the front of the house when Decker’s words hit me like a sledge hammer. Did he call me his girl? Because I wasn’t. I was nobody’s girl, especially not his.
“What do you think, Krew?”
I nearly tripped over my feet, halting in front of the door, where Krew stood, arms folded across his bare chest.
“Are you being a dick again?” Even though he glared at Decker with open hostility, Krew made no move to shield me.
“No,” Decker said.
“Yes,” I countered at the same time.
“I think you two need to work this out on your own.” Krew spun around and strode back into the house, closing the door—leaving me open mouthed and shocked. He had left me with this jerk.
I took a step toward the door, when Decker’s fingers gripped my upper arm and spun me around. He almost made me trip in those damn flip flops. My back was pushed against the clapboard house, and his body pinned me in place.
I gulped, realizing Decker’s sizable erection was pressing against my lower abdomen. I stood there, attempting to ignore him and the escalating excitement coursing through my veins. He was turned on as much as I was.
Gaa! Stop this before it’s too late.
“Do I have your full attention now?” Decker clipped out as he ground his hips into me. His granite shaft was a contradiction to his lips, dipped into a deep frown. They were a inch away from mine.
My heart was racing from the rush of heat that pooled in my core. I didn’t want to be turned on by his aggressive touch. My body didn’t seem to care, which made me even angrier— at me , for being all hot and bothered by this jerk treating me this way.
“Step back, Deck,” I repeated. My eyes never looked away from his fiery blue ones.
“No,” he snarled in a whisper. “I want to know what the hell’s going on with you. And why aren’t you taking my precautions seriously?”
“There’s nothing going on with me,” I said, wanting to knee him in the balls just to make him back off. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him even closer. His mouth on me, his hands all over my body, his?—
“Liar.” Decker angled his head slightly, his eyes narrowed, like he was trying to read my mind. Then the tip of his tongue slipped passed his lips, and I followed the trail until it met one corner of his sexy mouth.
My breaths heaved in and out of my lungs, aching with exertion. Another shot of lust slammed into me, like Decker was some new-fangled drug being pumped into my veins.
What that angry mouth could do to my body— Stop thinking of what his damn mouth can do, and run.
“Back up,” I hissed, but with a lot less bravado. I’d do anything to squash the desire pooling at my core. Even lie, so he could hate me. “I don’t want you to touch me.”
He didn’t listen. Decker was so damn stubborn, and so overpowering, he was boggling my mind. When he leaned in even closer, I reacted without thought or consequences—biting his lower lip purely on instinct.
Decker’s head wrenched back, and he quickly stepped away from me.
Did I run? Hell no. I stayed plastered against the house, shocked that I had actually bitten him. My eyes zeroed in on the blood seeping from the bite mark. I licked my lips, tasted his blood, and panic filtered in. Yet, it certainly didn’t extinguish any desire swelling inside me.
He licked at the bitten area and smirked. “Damn, princess, is this how you like to play now?” He swiped his thumb against his lower lip, and it came away red before he stuck the digit into his mouth. “I’m all for playing hard.”
Decker anchored his left arm around my waist as he pressed roughly into me. “Damn it Deck, release me.” I couldn’t wiggle out from between his hard body and the house.
His right hand slid down until he had a grip on the hem of my dress. “You wanted to play.” The moment his hand was at the junction of my thighs, his eyes went molten. “No panties,” he moaned.
Of all the days I decided to wear a dress with no underwear, I picked the wrong day. Or maybe it’s the right day.
“Decker, please,” I pleaded.
“Please what? Please you want me to let you go? Or please you want me to touch you. Fuck you. Make you scream out my name as you come around my cock?”
“Please,” was all I could say, because I didn’t know—yes, I knew what I wanted but I was afraid to verbalize the desire growing in my belly.
Decker slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue conquering, and igniting the lust within me until it blazed like a fiery inferno. His fingers were in my wet folds before his digits slid inside me. I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and whimpered out his name.
The moment I lost his mouth, my eyes blinked open.
“Now tell me, is this what you needed?” He drove his fingers deeper in and out, then he curled his digits until they pressed the part of me that made me see fireworks.
Then Decker did the most unthinkable thing. He pulled his fingers out of me and stepped back.
I was suddenly left feeling bereft, until he stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked up all of my juices. “Still sweet.”
“Not fair,” I moaned.
“Absolutely fair. Now are you going to finally tell me what’s going on with you? Why aren’t you listening to what I say? And why you are acting like a shrew toward us—toward me?”
“Fuck you, Deck. You deserve it because you’re being a total prick.”
He erupted into laughter. “Fine. Yeah, I’ve been an asshole—but for a good reason.”
My hackles lowered, because he was right. All he’d been doing was keeping us safe. However, I didn’t want to admit that to him.
“Regi.” His tone more serious as he moved closer. “I’m trying to protect you and Krew.”