House Rules(76)

I’m coming.

I’m coming.

The words were written twice, once down each side of my car, the fluorescent paint making it impossible to miss the words, or the meaning.

Rage took over. I was done with the little bastard. Whatever Miller did to him from now on, he had coming. And for the first time since we’d started dating, I picked up the phone and willingly asked for Miller to handle one of my problems.





CHAPTER 25





Miller




The first call I made was to Ashton, asking for Brock to find Wasden alive, but only so I could put the fucker in an early grave myself. I was afraid of calling Dad since I still hadn’t told him about Tess and I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle things myself.

That little shit was dead. As much as I wanted to buy Tess the new car, I understood what it felt like to be proud of something you bought with your own money. It’s how I felt about Rock Bottom and Orbit: they were my babies. For the prick to take that away from Tess was unthinkable. My hands shook. I shoved them in my pockets to keep my cool.

All of this made me feel a shit ton better about the surprise I had for Tess. I had a feeling she wouldn’t let me buy her a car, but I’d found another way to make it easier for her to buy it on her own.

Watching her bust her ass to make a few extra dollars in tips pushed me too far, and knowing that the only reason she did it was to pay off her school debt was enough to force my hand.

I’d had to do some digging, which had taken a while, but I was able to figure out what bank held all of her student loans.

Then I paid them off.

Maybe she’d be pissed, but I was sick of her saving every scrap of money to put toward her school and rent. And eventually I thought she’d see what a good thing it was.

Hopefully.

Plus, it was time. I wanted Tess in my bed every night. I loved her and she loved me—something I honestly never thought was on the cards for me. I wanted her with me every second of every day. It was time for her to move in with me and let me take care of her.

On the way over to her place, I made a plan. One she couldn’t say no to because I wouldn’t lay it out until after I fucked her senseless. She was a lot more pliable after sex. If I waited until then, she was more likely to agree.

The sight that greeted me made the blood roar through my ears. He’d taken things way too far this time. Slashed tires and broken windows were one thing, writing “whore” on the hood of her car another.

I’m coming.

That shit took this to a whole new level.

No longer was he asking for broken bones and a hospital stay. No, by doing this he was telling me he wanted me to slice his dick off and fuck him with it. Pain and humiliation were going to be his companions—sooner rather than later.

I walked past the car and into the apartment to find Tess sitting on the couch, a beer already in her hand. She held it up in a mock "cheers."

“I figure if I have to get up and start my day like this, there’s no reason I can’t start drinking this early.”

I walked over and took the bottle. “I have Charlie, Dean, and Brock all out looking for Ray. How about instead of getting drunk, I find other ways to help you forget about your shitty morning?”

She got this glint in her eye that made my balls tighten. “I think I like the sound of that.”

I bent at the waist, throwing her over my shoulder and giving her a quick smack on the ass. Tess liked things gentle and sweet as much as she liked things a little on the rough side but after the morning she’d had, rough was on the menu.

When we reached her bedroom, I set her down and stripped as quickly as possible, watching her do the same. Free of clothes, I plunged my hand into her hair and dragged her mouth to mine. Our tongues dueled, dancing, fighting for power, and my cock grew harder with each thrust. Releasing her hair, I slid my hands down her neck.

Down,

down,





and down,





until I reached paradise.





She was already wet. We both wanted it hard and fast. I pushed her legs back and slammed home. Sensation tore through me and my cock jerked. I wouldn’t last long. With hard, plunging strokes I fucked her, pushing her over the edge and letting her body take me with it.

Panting, I dropped down next to Tess and pulled her into my arms, her back to my front. “Better?” I asked, pressing a brief kissing to the back of her neck.

“Much,” she whispered dreamily. “I love you.”

“I love you, babe. I’m so sorry that asshole fucked with your car.”

Her body shuddered and it was hard to miss the thickness in her voice when she answered, “It’s only a car.”

I knew she didn’t mean it.

She was upset, but relaxed, I decided to barrel through and deal with the consequences later.