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She cocks her brow up and I can see that her armor has locked back into place. So much for knocking down one of her walls. It looks like I’m back to square one. “There’s no need for talking, Ice. This is purely about sex. By the way, if your dick is the only one I’m allowed to have, then you better be damn ready for me when I need it. And just so you know, I’m a very needy girl.”
Fuck me! Now my cock is seriously hurtin’. I shove my hands down the back of her shorts and finally get a grip on her bare ass, giving it a good hard squeeze and pulling her against my stiff bulge. “You want this dick, baby, you’re going to have to listen to what I have to say. That’s the only way you’re going to get your hunger quenched.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Oh well. Looks like I’ll just have to fuck my dildo. Now, I have to get back to work.” She turns and heads back inside the bar, and I fucking kick the brick wall.
“Fuck!” I should’ve known she’d find a way to gain control and keep me locked out. Yeah, well, that shit ain’t happening. I’m going to go inside and make her so hungry for it she can’t even think straight, then I’m going to refuse to give her body what it needs. Not until she gives me what I need: her forgiveness.
CHAPTER 5
Maisy
Shit. How could I let myself cave so damn easily? It’s like the man has some kind of hold on my body and all rational thought seems to get flushed away whenever he’s touching me. I should have stopped the kiss. I should have pushed him away when he started rubbing against me. But instead, what did I do? I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to make me come. Dammit. The only thing I should be begging that man for is to leave me alone.
My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s trying to run away before it gets slaughtered again. Why did he have to say the words? Why did he have to tell me that he’s in love with me? Those words weaken my defenses. Those words give me hope. A hope there could really be something between us. A hope that he regrets what happened in high school and knows he made a mistake. Those three words make me dream of a future he doesn’t deserve.
I fight to shake the image of the white picket fence—more like the rugged log cabin with a tire swing out in the yard and Ice spinning our kids around in circles—and make my rounds to my tables. Once all of the customers in my section are set, I move over to Hailey’s section and double-check to make sure everyting is set there. I’m still not sure what happened between her and Grit, but he was pissed. That man screamed possession and jealousy, and Hailey seemed like she was trying to push all of his buttons to get a rise out of the calmest man I know.
I place a few refills down in front of a group of guys, and turn to head back to the bar but am stopped by one of them.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?”
I turn toward the really hot guy—although he’s not as hot as the broody beast I left outside—and smile. Hating the fact that the first thing that wants to pop from my mouth is that I’m taken. What the hell? I’m not taken. And the guy before me is exactly my type so I should be excited he wants to talk to me. Not anxious to get away from him.
My heart once again gives me a good thump, reminding me of the fact that I’m treading in dangerous water. To keep myself from drowning I decide to tell the guy my name. “I’m M…”
“Mine!” a deep voice states from behind my back, right as a huge arm wraps around my waist. I’m suddenly being hauled away from the table and carried down the back hall. Ice finally comes to a stop and then pins me up against the wall, his livid eyes glaring into mine. Damn, he’s even sexy when he’s mad.
“We’ve already established the fact that the only dick you’re going to get is mine. That means that your pussy is mine and mine alone. No one gets to touch it, taste it, or look at it except for me. When she needs some attention, you better sure as hell only be looking in one direction to find it: MINE. Do I make myself clear?”
I swallow back the “yes” wanting to escape from my lips, fighting my head from nodding in agreement. They’re just four little letters strung together, m-i-n-e, yet they’ve managed to send me into an aching mess. My body is dying to be his, ready to beg for him to fuck me right here and now, but that is a road I won’t ever travel down again. “Your pussy already needs me again, doesn’t she?”
No. Just two little letters are the right answer. Yet it’s the only word that doesn’t come to mind or want to fall from my lips. And when his fingers start to slide along the waistband of my shorts, brushing against my bare skin, teasing my body back into the deep end, please is the only word that comes to mind. I want to beg him to dip those fingers lower, but that’s a dangerous plunge I won’t allow myself to take no matter how desperately I want him.
“I bet she’s soaking wet for me, isn’t she?” I’m not going to argue the truth. I’m drenched. And he’ll read right through any bullshit I try to feed him. But soaked or not, it doesn’t change anything.
“If you don’t want to answer me, Maise, then I’ll just have to find out for myself.” His fingers slide down to my folds before I can do anything to stop him, and then… I’m powerless. None of the words that are safe for my heart are able to break past the pleasure. Only the dangerous ones are settling on the tip of my tongue.
“Damn, she’s soaked.” His fingers slide lower, dipping into the pool of my need, torturing my sanity as they push deeper. “You can be as stubborn as you want, but this pussy knows exactly who she belongs to. Doesn’t she?”
He pumps into me, pushing and pulling me head first into those achingly troubled waters. Building the temptation one thrust at a time. He slips back out, and I whimper at the loss, but the struggling sound turns into a moan as he strokes through my swollen folds, rubbing over every inch of my sensitive skin, finding his way up to my seriously swollen clit. He presses down, circling it to a frantic state before giving me a tight pull, and then I’m teetering right on the edge.
“Ice!” The pleasure soars through me, about to drag me right out into the tide.
“That’s exactly right, baby. I’m the one who’s going to give you what you need. And the next time a guy even tries to look in your direction, you’re going to tell him who you belong to.”
I’d argue otherwise, but I’m not even coherent enough for the fight. My body is fully entrenched in the heat. My pussy has taken his side and is willing to agree to anything. He pushes and plucks at my clit, and I’m ready for him to drive me over the edge. To push me under and drown me in the pleasure. But he stops.
My eyes fly open at the loss, and I’m about to grovel for the release.
“Say it, baby.”
“What?” At this point, I’ll say anything. Whatever he needs me to tell him, I will.
“Say that you’re mine.”
Oh, shit. That’s the one thing I won’t say. At least, not until he… No! I shut the thought down before it can have light. Nope. I’m never going to be his again. Not under any circumstance. But I will give him an answer that I hope will suffice enough to get him to give me what I want. Because right now, I need to come.
“My pussy is yours, Ice.” I refrain from adding “for now” because it won’t serve my purpose.
