Chapter 14
Kit
Aphone ringing woke me the next morning.
I groaned, lifting a hand to my head. Rolling over, I stared up at the ceiling.
I rarely drank anymore. I didn't enjoy the loss of control I felt while I was drunk.
Plus, at twenty-eight, it was getting harder and harder to recover from the hangovers.
I didn't know how the guys managed to drink the night away and still function the next day.
"Shit. Sorry," Hell said in a low voice as he came into his bedroom.
We were in his apartment. I could tell by the sparse furniture inside the room and the lack of pillows on the bed.
He lived like a total bachelor. He grabbed the phone, gave me a sympathetic look, then took it out of the room.
I could hear him talking to someone as I willed my head to stop spinning.
"Here."
My eyes opened and I realized I'd dozed back off. I sat up and groaned as my head protested the move. Hell dropped some meds into my hand and gave me a glass of water. "Thanks," I croaked.
His huge hand covered my forehead, then swiped over my hair. I wasn't sure if he was comforting me, or himself. "I'm not sick," I told him. "Just feel like crap."
"Understandable," he rumbled. "You and the others knocked back quite a few pitchers of margaritas." He chuckled. "Seek, Sloane, and Dani were the only ones able to walk back to their apartments. Well, waddle."
I glared at him from under the glass as I drank the water he brought me. "Why don't you look any worse for wear?" I asked once I finished the liquid inside the cup.
He chuckled again and cupped my cheek. "Baby, we drink every weekend. Damn near every night," he added. "I can't remember the last time I saw you have more than a single drink."
Pleasure coiled inside of me. He'd been paying attention to what I had, or hadn't, been drinking?
I had to still the fluttering of my heart because there was still business to take care of.
"I'm still mad at you," I told him, trying to sound firm despite the fact that his hand was stroking my cheek so gently it was making it hard to think.
"I know," he said. "I fucked up." Since I didn't move away from his touch, he kept up the soothing rhythm. "Honestly, Kit, I just didn't think about it. Scar's been flirting with me for years."
"I know," I told him from between gritted teeth. "I've had to stand back and watch it. Stupid me for thinking you'd set her straight now that you've claimed me."
"I should have."
His agreeableness was just making me more angry. I jerked back from his hand and he let it drop. My finger drilled into his chest, hurting me more than him, I was sure. His chest was rock hard. That didn't stop me. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone."
"No one thinks less of you-"
"That doesn't matter!" I snapped. Growling in anger, I flipped back the blankets covering me and slid out of the bed before he could stop me.
I stomped into the living room, not caring that I was giving him a hard time.
I didn't want to be sitting in his bed while we spoke about this.
It was too intimate. Too hard to resist him there.
"The guys were impressed with how you handled it. I was, too," he told me, as he followed me out. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me down next to him on the couch.
"How would you like it if I let some guy press up against me?" I asked, jerking my arm away from him and folding them under my breasts.
Something dangerous flashed in his dark eyes. "No one fucking touches you, Kit. You're mine."
I glared right back at him, not completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just laid claim to me again.
He did that a lot. It wasn't enough for him to have kissed me and made it known we were together.
No, he had to keep reminding me and everyone else that I was his.
And normally, that would thrill me. But not now.
Not when I was so mad at him. "Then why do you think it's okay for some bitch to rub herself all over you? "
He growled in frustration and ran a hand over his face before looking back at me. "You're right. I fucked up. It won't happen again." The air was tense, crackling with barely restrained anger. Me at him, and him at the thought of some man touching me. "But Vixen..."
My anger slipped a bit at his apology and desire took over at the look on his face.
He reached out and lightly grabbed my throat.
His large hand flexed, making my eyes widen.
He was showing me nothing but gentleness, but the move was telling me that he could hurt me if he wanted to.
He never would. I'd stake my life on it.
That didn't mean that him gripping my throat wasn't doing things to me, doing things to my libido.
My system was internally combusting. A low fission of fear raced through me.
Even though my heart and my mind knew he would never do anything to harm me, my adrenal glands didn't and they were sending out warning signals.
At the same time, my body was reacting to the fact that this man was touching me in a way that was both dominant and possessive.
My pussy throbbed, desperate to be touched.
My nipples were rock hard underneath the little tank top he'd put on me before bed.
His thumb caressed over my pulse point and his eyes flared as it sped up beneath his touch. "I don't share," he growled, voice low and deep. "You're mine."
"I know," I whispered. "And you're mine."
"Damn right I am," he rumbled. "No one fucking touches what belongs to me." His eyes searched mine, waiting.
"I won't let anyone touch me," I promised.
He pulled me close, his hand still around my neck, and kissed me. It was hard, punishing, and full of need. His other arm slid around my waist and pulled me tight against him. My legs spread over his thighs as he pulled me onto his lap.
I moaned into his mouth as I felt how hard he was for me. It was impossible not to grind down against him. He was already dressed, so my cotton-covered pussy ground down against the rough material of his jeans.
"You're going to be the death of me," he groaned against my lips as I rubbed against his cock.
"But what a way to go," I teased. He'd apologized. Promised it wouldn't happen again. I was pretty sure we had an understanding between us now, and I was ready to forgive. Especially if it came with a mind-numbing orgasm. My brain could use a good numbing since it was still aching inside my skull.
Hellfire's eyes flashed with heat and he claimed my mouth again.
This time it was gentler. He took his time exploring me, learning what I liked and what made me moan.
His hand slid down from my neck, over my shoulder, and down my back.
He cupped my ass, squeezing it before he pulled me tighter against him.
My head spun as the kiss deepened. He was always so serious, so focused on whatever he was doing. It was like he'd put all that intensity into kissing me. I always knew sex with him would be amazing. In reality, it was so much better than I could have ever imagined.
I gripped his shoulders as I continued to rub against him. The seam of his jeans hit my clit just right and I gasped as pleasure raced through me. My hips bucked against him.
"You're killing me," he growled against my lips. "I need you naked."
"Then make it happen," I taunted.
He grinned, a flash of white teeth in that dark beard that had been driving me crazy since he started growing it out. His hands slid up my sides, under my shirt, and lifted it off over my head. He tossed it aside before his eyes dropped to my breasts.
I wasn't wearing a bra. He'd put me to bed last night, but from what I could remember he hadn't taken advantage. That wasn't the case now. His big hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and molding them as he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
My fingers slid through his hair as I held him close. My back arched as he sucked hard, his tongue lashing over my sensitive peak. First one side, then the other. He was relentless as he drove me higher and higher with just his mouth on me.
"Hellfire," I moaned when he bit down gently on my nipple. The teasing was melting me. I was sopping wet for him. Needing him. "Please."
He released my nipple and looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Please, what?" he asked, voice husky with need.
I gaped at him. "You know what," I snapped.
His eyes flashed again, this time with humor. "I want to hear you say it, Kit."
"I need you inside me."
"That's not quite what I want to hear."
My eyes narrowed and I glared at him as my pussy throbbed with pleasure.
He plucked my nipple, twisting until a bite of pain made me cry out.
It was instantly replaced with a flare of heat that streaked through my body directly down to my clit.
My head spun as the pleasure washed over me.
I'd never been into pain, but Hellfire was making me reconsider that.
"Fuck me," I panted. "Please, Hellfire. Fuck my pussy with your big cock."
"Shit," he groaned and his head dipped forward so he could suck my nipple back into his mouth again. This time he didn't tease. His tongue lashed over it as his teeth bit down harder than before. My hands fisted in his hair as I held him close, begging for more without words.
His hands slid to my hips and he lifted me off his lap.
He stood and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me right off my feet as he kissed me.
My mind spun as he moved, but I was still dangling in his grasp.
It was so hot that he was strong. That he could easily lift me and move me around.
He set me on my feet in front of him and spun me around.
The back of the couch hit me at the perfect height for what he had in mind.
I heard his zipper slide down and then his jeans were hitting the floor. I glanced back over my shoulder to find him stroking his thick cock. It was long and hard, a pearl of pre-cum glistening on the tip.