“I will kill you, Zeke. I’ll take your gun and put a bullet in your head. Both of them,” she adds, her eyes dropping to my crotch. My dick starts to swell at just the sight of her looking at it.
“Calm down. I told you, I was with my family.”
“You think I give a shit what you’ve been doing?” she yells, and my eyes widen at her outburst. “Well I don’t. I’m leaving.”
“No, you’re not.”
The silence is deadly. But her look is even more lethal. “Excuse me?” she whispers, and it’s so threatening, I swallow. Then I check to make sure my gun is still securely in my hand.
“I said, you’re not leaving.” The words aren’t out of my mouth before I’m ducking. Something hard hits the wall behind me and I turn to see my iPod laying on the floor—the screen cracked and busted. Before she can throw the other object, a lamp, I move. Knocking it from her hands, I pull her to me, forcing her to look up at me.
“I’ve been with my family,” I snarl, noticing how my glare does nothing to intimidate her. “I didn’t think I would be gone that long, but I was. So get the fuck over it.”
“Fuck. You,” she whispers, her breath blowing over my face. It’s intoxicating and I want nothing more than to kiss her. And something in her eyes tells me that she wants me to. So I don’t. Instead, I let her go.
I’m nearly to the door when her words hit me in the back, and pierce straight through to my heart. “I needed you.” I freeze, keeping my back to her so she can’t see the regret in my eyes. She continues to kill me with her words, completely unrelenting in true Diem fashion. “I asked you for help and your exact words were anything.”
I hear the sound of a bag zipping, and I know she’s really leaving. And she’s hurt. Not physically, but in the worst kind of way. I’d given her my word, and then like always, I’d put the club before everything else. Because the club is what’s most important in my life. But the truth is, she’s important to me too.
“Don’t leave,” I say, turning to face her. She stands tall and proud, her head lifted high. Her eyes are cold, lifeless, and narrowed at the corners. She looks right through me, like I’m not here demanding her to stay.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she offers, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips.
Anything.
“Move aside, or I’ll rip this whole fucking house to shreds. It’s your choice.” Her voice is harsh. Her expression hard. Her words promising. And I don’t doubt her. But I haven’t wanted to do anything but kiss her since I first saw her moments ago. I thought I could deny her, but I can’t. And I’ll be damned if she tries to stop me. In this moment, no one could.
Closing the distance between us, I toss my gun on the bed then reach for her throat. When I tighten my hold, her eyes widen in shock, but it’s her parted lips that let me know she wants this just as much as I do. My mouth crashes to hers. Her body fights me, but her tongue submits, letting me suck on it and taste her. She kisses me back with passion, while her hands fist in my hair, pulling tight like she’s trying to pry my head away from hers.
But it only lasts a second. Then she’s pulling me to her. She can’t get enough of me. Her fingers claw at my neck—forcing my mouth to crash harder against hers. She tastes like fucking sunshine.
“I missed you . . . ,” I say, not fully breaking the kiss. “So fucking much . . .” She moans into me, and I know in this moment that everything we’ve been denying each other is finally over.
Pushing the duffel off her shoulder, my fingers curl around her perfect ass, lifting her around my waist effortlessly. Her legs circle my hips and I walk forward, pushing her into the wall and kissing her harder when she groans with pleasure at the roughness. I kiss her neck, sucking hard on the sweet, watermelon-scented flesh that I’ve missed.
Impatient, my fingers curl around the V at the collar of her shirt and rip the fabric open. Then I rip her pretty lace bra that’s also new to my eyes. Two perfect fucking tits stare back at me, and I lift her higher so I can take the light brown peaks into my mouth. Loosening her legs from around me, I hear the sound of her jeans as they hit the floor, then her fingers are on the buttons of mine. I step back long enough to push them to my knees, grab a condom from the dresser next to us and keep my eyes on hers as I sheath my dick.
They’re burning with desire. With raw fucking need to have me inside her. There’s no love or passion, just a primal craving that demands I fuck her on the same level of insanity that she drives me to. Lifting her again, I drop my head and watch as my cock goes inside her—needing no guidance or direction. Out of pure instinct, I find her swollen, wet pussy and drive deep, burying everything inside her but my balls.