Page 25 of Mr. Risky

“I am not,” I said, gasping for breath.

“I will do whatever I want to you,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I know you fucking want it. Your body is begging for it.”

“It is not, Granger!”

His hands were around my throat now, stroking up and down, his low voice almost a musical croon.

“Shhh. You know I don’t love her. I love you.”

“You’re a bullshitter,” I almost shrieked, struggling against him as his fingers stroked in and out of me, dragging by my overstimulated clit.

“Why don’t you come all over my fingers and we’ll see who’s right?”

He circled my clit, and the wet sounds were loud, obscene.

I was not gonna come for him. But it didn’t look like I had a choice, all my squirming and wiggling doing nothing as I felt my cunt liquify.

I could hear the tap-tap-tap of her heels on the wooden floor upstairs and he still didn’t let up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, but he only added another finger inside me, so I had to grunt in alarm, burying my face in a pillow to keep any of the noises inside as my thighs began to quake, waves of unwanted and infuriating pleasure flooding me.

“Goddamn--you!” I whispered.

Her shadow was visible on the living room walls, falling across the couch, still chattering away, before Granger finally let met go, the skirt barely covering my pussy before I collapsed onto the couch.

He was in the opposite chair lighting another cigarette by the time Pippa entered the room, and thank god she always looked right at him because I was a mess, quickly wiping sticky curls off my forehead and trying with trembling hands to adjust my skirt.

Then she turned to me, and through the ringing in my ears I heard her say,

“Oh, Sosie, are you getting sick? You look like you’re running a fever.”

And I had to try and calm my racing heart, catch my fucking breath, try and gasp some answer out.

“Look at her!” Pippa demanded, gesturing to her husband. “Doesn’t she look like she’s coming down with the flu?”

Granger only cocked his head, blowing a cool, unconcerned ring of smoke in the air.

“I don’t know. She looks about the same as usual to me.”

Pippa couldn’t resist a smug little smile as she took his hand.

“You’ll have to excuse us. We act like newlyweds still.”

When they were finally gone, I went to the bathroom and scrubbed my teeth violently, but no matter what I did, I could still feel the imprint of his mouth on mine, the way he had pressed down so hard I could feel my lips swelling.

But nothing, not even the hottest shower I could stand, could erase the degrading feeling of his hands on me, the knowledge that I had come for him.

The next day was dark and overcast, and I decided to go out in one of the little fishing boats that were available for guest use, foolishly ignoring the colors on the horizon. It wasn’t raining and I wasn’t going to go far out.

I just needed to get away from here, go somewhere I knew Granger wasn’t.

And Jax was definitely avoiding me. I couldn’t understand it. Even though the service was shitty, my texts were going through. We’d been together for about five months now and I couldn’t imagine what was wrong.

I was too absorbed in my own problems to take a close enough look at the sky.

Fog descended on me quickly, and I was too slow to turn around and try to make it back to the store.

Shit. I wasn’t dressed properly either, only in a T-shirt and jeans, and the rain had turned from sprinkles to a downpour.