Her amusement falls, and I silently curse myself when all the life falls from her face.
Her voice is soft and tired when she finally speaks to me, her gaze on the floor now. “Go, Kode. I wasn’t planning on being his consolation prize. And I’m sure as hell not going to be yours while I’m sober.”
Yep. I’m going to strangle her. And then I’m chopping my dick off for being such a pain in the ass.
“So now you merely fucked me because you were drunk? That’s what you’re saying? Because you knew my name, and you asked me to fuck you like I hated you. And you sure as hell had no problem with begging for more each time I—”
“Are you going to recap every detail?” she groans, her face red and her eyes screwing shut as she turns away again.
“I was starting to wonder if you even remembered, since you’ve treated me as though I don’t exist.”
She laughs bitterly, keeping her back to me. My eyes start trailing down to where the towel barely covers her ass. Fortunately I haven’t had much liquor tonight, so I’m not crowding her with my hands or tongue… yet. The night is still young.
“Kode, you’ve treated me just the same. I assumed it was a mutual kiss-and-don’t-tell moment.”
I step in behind her, unable to keep looking without touching, even though I’m not the least bit drunk. My hands slide around her waist, tugging her back against me, and she shivers while trying to escape. Holding her to me tightly, I run my nose up against her hair and cheek, carelessly letting her wet hair soak my shirt. She smells like exotic fruit and chlorine. It shouldn’t be such an intoxicating medley.
“We did a hell of a lot more than kiss.”
She stops fighting, but she’s so stiff that I’m worried she might break in two if I move wrong.
“We fucked, Kode. One night. Don’t tell me you want more, because I won’t believe you.”
Her towel is the only thing stopping me from having her naked. It’s all physical. Logically I know we have zero things in common. It’s not like I want a relationship with her, but apparently my dick wants to be in charge, and Tria is all I can think about right now.
Never had this problem before.
“We did more than fuck, Tria. My mouth has touched you in ways that had you praising me.”
I feel her smile, but I can’t see it because I’ve started working on nipping at her neck, enjoying the way she immediately arches against me. Apparently she’s no more in control of her body than I am.
“I don’t remember that part.”
That pisses me off. I did some of my best work that night.
“You’re serious?”
She nods, angling her neck with a small sigh as she gives me access again. “You should go. This is… so screwed up. And you just pushed me into a pool.”
“Because you were talking to that douche,” I remind her. It’s not my fault she’s making me crazy. She has to shoulder that on her own.
“I assumed you were too distracted by the girl hanging on your arm to notice anyone talking to me.”
This time I grin. “So you were jealous, too? What do we do about this, Tria? One night didn’t get it out of my system, and apparently you’re still just as into me as I am you.”
She pushes away from me, but I pull her back, spinning her to face me, and my lips crash against hers in a rough kiss that reminds her how she likes it. Her hands go from pushing me away, to clawing at me to get closer.
There’s nothing romantic or graceful about it. It’s raw and carnal, just like this thing between us. Her towel falls away, and I drop her to the bed, nudging her legs apart so I can settle in between them.
She suckles my tongue, and my hips thrust forward, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. But when I start fumbling when my belt buckle, she shoves me hard, breaking away from the kiss.
Before I can protest, a loud banging interrupts us, and Tria’s eyes go wide. She quickly starts slapping me and shushing me when I grunt, and I climb off her with a begrudged motion while she goes to scramble for her towel.
“Tria? It’s Rain. Open up. I swear I’m going to kill him.”
I grin over at Tria who rolls her eyes at me. “I’m coming.”
She grabs my hand, putting her finger over her lips, but I knock her hand away and pull her to me for a hard kiss that has her pushing and pulling at me again. Finally, pushing wins out, and I stumble into the room’s bathroom.
She points a warning finger at me while Rain pounds harder against the door, and then she closes the door to the bathroom, where I decide to stay. No need in pissing my brother off by telling him I’m trying to fuck Tria. I’m barely staying on his good side these days, and he has started viewing Tria like a little sister he has to protect.