I laughed lightly as I moved my left arm, flexing my hand as it tingled. We were wrapped so far around each other on my couch, I wasn’t sure how I could even get up without elbowing or kneeing him somewhere vital. I probably should have cared that I’d just spent the night with Will—even if it had been platonic—but I didn’t. I’d had fun, the kind of fun that I’d almost forgotten in the past few years.
I reached to grab the back of the couch and used one arm to hoist my upper body up, then realized that one of my legs was wedged in between Will’s hip and the back of my couch. I yanked at my leg, but all it accomplished was jerking my hips against Will’s, making him groan. Oh, he was hard. Very hard.
“You do that again, and—”
As he spoke, I yanked at my leg again, and all of a sudden I was upright, bracing one hand on Will’s chest as he sat straight up, jerking my hips forward and making my leg slide free, our lower halves slamming together.
My breath caught, both because he’d startled me, and because his face was really close to mine and no way in hell was I introducing him to the monster that had died in my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Will grumbled, searching my face. “You’re even pretty in last night’s makeup.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I jerked my head to the side. I was not kissing him. Did he have no olfactory receptors?
“Fine,” he breathed, one of his hands leaving my hip to tangle in my hair. He jerked gently and my head tipped back.
Then his mouth was at my throat. Sucking.
Holy crap, he was good at that.
I let go of the back of the couch and gripped his head, his smooth black hair sliding through my fingers.
“Should get a fuckin’ medal,” he murmured against my neck as the hand not currently holding my head slid around my hip and gripped my ass hard. “Won’t even let me kiss you after I kept my cock in my jeans all fuckin’ night.”#p#分页标题#e#
I laughed a little and he froze.
“Kept your cock in your jeans?” I murmured into his ear. “Who says cock?”
“You givin’ me shit?” he asked, biting down gently.
“If you don’t know, I’m not doing it right.”
“I’ll show you doin’ it right,” he growled, making me shriek as he flipped us over.
I laughed as he growled and nipped at my neck, his fingers digging into my sides.
“Stop!” I ordered, my stomach starting to ache as I laughed.
“The hell are you doin’ to me?” he asked against my skin, kissing my neck lightly as his hands went still.
“What do you mean?” I ran my hand over the back of his head as his entire body relaxed into mine.
Just as he was starting to push himself up, someone started knocking on my door and then we heard a key turning the deadbolt.
“Shit!” I hissed, pushing at Will’s shoulders as I scrambled out from under him. “Get up!”
I was standing in the middle of the living room and Will had barely sat up when my dad walked through the door carrying my little princess.
She was clapping her hands, eyes on me, as my dad froze.
“What the hell are you doing here?” my dad snapped, making the baby jerk in surprise.
“Dad!” I scolded, moving toward him. He handed me the baby as I reached for her, but his eyes never left Will’s.
“This is Will Haw—”
“I know who he is. What’s he doing in your house?” he cut me off, his glare moving to me.
“None of your goddamn business,” I hissed back.
“Duncan,” Will finally said, lifting his chin a bit in greeting. “How’s it hangin’?”
“Good grief,” I murmured under my breath as my dad’s shoulders tightened. Will was purposely trying to piss him off, and it was working.
“This is why I took my granddaughter last night? So you could bring an Ace home?” Dad’s voice was full of derision, and it was so vile that I felt a little face press into my neck as small fingers pinched at the skin of my arm.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth,” Will ordered, stepping forward.
I lifted my hand in his direction, making him stop.
“Get out of my house,” I ordered quietly, my voice shaking.
“Are you kidding me?” Dad huffed, looking at me like I had two heads.
“You’re the one who’s being an asshole,” I replied. “You’re the one who gets to leave.”
“I’m not keeping her again so you can go out screwing bikers,” my dad warned as he stepped backward.
I didn’t bother to reply as he slammed out of the trailer. He was being a jerk, and in a couple of hours he’d realize it and apologize. There had only been a few times in my life that my dad had spoken to me in that tone of voice, and each time he’d felt like shit afterward.