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Colton was long gone, but Tripp wasn't answering his phone. It was like we were playing a game of tag, and it was my turn to be it.
When it was finally dark, I realized I had done nothing but clean and call all day. My apartment was spick and span, but my head was a chaotic mess. Tripp didn't owe me a phone call, but it felt like he would want to know what Hunter and I talked about.
Just as I got out of the shower, I heard a pounding on my door, so I wrapped a towel around me. Peeking out of the peephole, I made sure it wasn't Hunter and was relieved to see Tripp waiting patiently. Opening the door in only a towel, I expected Tripp to be happier to see me. But he marched inside and waited for me to close the door, looking angry and out of sorts.
"Lock it," he growled.
"Are you okay?" Locking the door, I held on tight to my towel, not feeling like his visit was flirty and fun enough to be so vulnerable.
"I don't listen to anyone," he bit out. "No one can make me do anything."
"What happened?" my face must have been pale, but he softened for just a minute before his mask returned.
"Drop the towel and turn around."
"Excuse me?"
Getting closer, he leaned down to put his lips against mine and grabbed my chin with his thumb and pointer finger. "Drop the goddamn towel, and turn the fuck around."
He didn't scare me. I felt my body react to his urgency and need. My thighs squeezed together, and my breathing started picking up. With his lips still against mine, I dropped the towel and ran a hand down his stomach before going low enough to feel how hard he was.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I sighed, not even denying how crazy it felt at that moment to want him even though he was clearly upset about something.
"Then turn around. If I have to say it again, Coconut, I will make that ass of yours hurt so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week."
"That isn't the threat you wanted it to be," I whispered, pushing my tits into his chest. "You have no idea how fucked up my day has been, and how badly I need you right now. If you want to threaten me, then tell me you're going to leave without fucking me. Because now that you're here," I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, "I'm feeling a little crazy myself."
ChapterTwenty-Three
Tripp
No one had ever made me as angry or unhinged as Tatum O'Neil. I almost wanted to give Hunter an award for somehow being able to resist her. Then, after I presented him with that award, I wanted to jab it through his neck.
And I hadn't determined what I wanted to do with Tatum yet. At the moment, I wanted to shove my dick in her willing mouth. But I wasn't sure what was real anymore.
Making my way to Tatum's was nothing more than proving to both of them and myself that I wasn't a puppet in their little fight. If I wanted to fuck Tatum, she wouldn't say no, regardless of whether she and Hunter were together again. Everything may have been one twisted pile of bullshit, but the connection Tatum and I had when we were together wasn't something he could dictate.
When she went down to her knees, it felt not only like reassurance that I was right but submission. It was her way of showing me that Hunter hadn't gotten to her after all. She was mine.
With my hands against the wall, I hung my head and watched as she opened my jeans and pulled my cock out. Her mouth wrapped around me, her head started bobbing, and my eyes began to roll around in the back of my head. It was the first time having her lips around me, and it seemed impossible that it could feel just as good as her tight pussy.
But it was, and she was making me weak. I needed to recapture the upper hand, and I pulled myself out, her mouth making a popping noise as I did. Her eyes lifted to mine in concern, but I was still hovering, so she stayed put.
"Open your legs and rub your pussy," I demanded.
She did, and I watched as she bounced on her hand. My cock was jutting out, still close to her mouth, but she didn't try taking me back. She knew I was in control and wouldn't open up until I told her I was ready.
And fuck, I wouldn't be ready until I knew I wouldn't break down and beg her to marry me.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
"You, Tripp."
"What do you want with me? Why was I pulled into your little game with Hunter?"
She stopped moving and looked me in my eyes, not getting up but staring a hole through my head. Grabbing my cock, she started pumping hard, but that time, instead of lust, she had a snarl on her face.
