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She slammed the bedroom door behind her, so furious she was shaking.
He had no idea what had happened all those years ago, or how hard it was for her to come home, to understand what had happened that night and to accept it. Still Raeg hadn’t cared a damned bit to cut her open and watch her bleed with it though, had he? He hadn’t even asked for an explanation, just made all his accusations like they were the only truth that could possibly exist.
He had to leave.
That was all there was to it.
She was going to have make Falcon understand that.
Swinging around, she was heading back to the door to go inform him of just that when it opened and Raeg stalked into her room, his expression dark and filled with his own anger.
“We were not finished,” he informed her, his tone as hard and savage as she’d ever heard it.
“Oh, weren’t we?” Her hands went to her hips as she faced him, fingers clenching as she fought to keep from throwing something at him. “Why Raeg, we were finished months ago,” she informed him, the brutal anger slamming through her in waves of hot emotion. “Or did you somehow miss the fact that I left? Didn’t write. Didn’t call.” She gave a sharp little wave of her hand before clenching it on her hip once again. “That should have been your first clue that I was completely finished with your superior ass and snide-assed mouth.”
“You have got to be the most stubborn, infuriating woman I have ever met in my life,” he snapped, stalking to her until she was forced to tip her head back to glare up at him. “I’d rather face Congress than deal with you in a temper.”
“Me?” She jerked her thumb back toward herself in incredulity. “In a temper? What the hell do you expect when you go spoutin’ off your bullshit and don’t even know what you’re talkin’ about?” she demanded. “You have no more right to judge my family than you have to judge me.”
The muscle at his jaw was throbbing, the dark gold lights in his eyes piercing. Damn him, he should not ever be sexy when she was this damned mad at him.
“I wasn’t judging you—”
“The hell you weren’t. If you’re judging my daddy, then you’re judging me. That’s my family, Raeg. Mine.” She lifted herself on her tiptoes, still far too short to go nose to nose with him. “And you will keep your ugly-ass attitude contained. No, forget that. You will leave.” Slapping her hands against his chest she shoved against it, hard.
And he didn’t even budge.
“Just get the hell out of my house now!” She couldn’t ever remember being so mad in her life.
“Will you settle down and talk to me?” He gripped her upper arms when she pushed at him again, holding her in place as she imagined all the different ways she was going to skin him out.
“Talk? About what? Your nastiness with me and my family?” she exclaimed, pushing against him and coming into full contact against his body.
His very aroused body.
A hard, mocking smile pulled at her lips, suspicion clouding her mind like a heavy, smothering fog.
“Summer…”
“I know what your problem is. I’ve always known.” She sneered up at him, hating him, hating herself and all the impossible things he made her feel. “You hate yourself because I make you hard. Poor Raeg. He just can’t stand it because he wants to fuck the little Georgia hick who just isn’t good enough for him and all his fine aristocratic blood.” She laughed mockingly. “You think you’re too damned good to fuck the likes of me. But that dick of yours has other thoughts, doesn’t it, stud?”
She’d tried—Good Lord above she’d tried for as long as she’d known him to be nice to him. To be sweet—even when she was insulting him. Her momma had taught her early how to be a nice little Southern girl, and her god-mother, Margot Hampstead, had taught her the fine of art of slicing through the bullshit with a smile. None of those lessons were helping her deal with Raeg though so she resorted to pure Calhoun temper.
Raeg’s eyes narrowed on her, sexual tension fairly singing through his body.
“Stud?” he questioned her softly.
“Stud,” she enunciated clearly. “I don’t remember stuttering. From what I understand, that hard cock of yours is in high demand. I guess I’m the only one who has to deal with your prick-ass attitude to get a taste of it. Aren’t I so lucky?”
It was gossiped about by every woman she knew that had ever shared a bed with him and his brother. She hated every floozy that had ever described just how good he and Falcon were as they giggled with the remembrance of satisfied pleasure.
“Summer, now would be a real good time to just shut the fuck up,” he warned her, his low, carefully modulated tone just pissing her off more.
“What? That hit too damned close to the truth?” she charged, the rush of blood, anger, and the hated need she felt for him clashing inside her senses. “I knew I liked Falcon better for a reason. His standards must not be nearly as high as yours, I guess, because I actually think he enjoyed being in my bed last night. I guess he can stomach fucking me a little better than you can. Right?”
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God help him. If she didn’t stop saying “fuck me,” he was going to come in his jeans. Every time the words slipped from her lips his cock seemed to harden further, his balls tightening with the need to take her again.
