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“Heidi hates my guts. I think she’d put knife in my back if she could.”
I growl, unable to stop the visceral reaction I have to those words. The thought of anyone touching her fucking inflames me. “And she’ll die if she tries.”
Skye’s brows come together in confusion, and I understand it because I don’t know why I’m reacting like this either. I meant what I told her last night. I will kill anyone who tries to take her from me—even if they are club.
“What… what happened last night?”
I wince internally, not wanting to delve into my behaviour. I can’t explain it because I don’t get it either. “We fucked.”
She flinches at the crassness of my words, her cheeks staining a pretty pink as she blushes. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You were… upset.”
That’s a fucking understatement. I was rabid, consumed with the need to release all the tension within me. Whether I want to admit it or not, I lost control last night. I let my emotions direct my actions, and while I wouldn’t give two fucks about pounding into some random club whore or hangaround, my insides turn at doing that to Skye.
It’s too much.
The air feels thin and my head throbs in time with my racing heart.
I swing my legs out of the bed, suddenly needing distance, even though moments ago, I didn’t want to let go of her.
“Nothing happened. I was fine.” I snag my boxers off the floor and drag them on without looking at her, because if I do, I’m going to lay myself bare again. She drags those things out of me without even trying.
She grabs hold of my arm, and I freeze in place.
“Beau, you fucked me like you were possessed and then you were saying all this crazy stuff. I didn’t think you wanted me like that, and now, I’m… I’m just confused.”
Her vulnerability is a kick to the gut because I caused it and she deserves the same back, but I can’t give it to her.
“Don’t overthink it,” I say, standing so I can button my jeans.
I don’t know where the fuck my T-shirt went, but I can see her clothes pooled on the carpet and my cock twitches with the need to be inside her again.
“Don’t do that!”
The anger vibrates from her, and it makes me turn to her. I don’t miss the way her eyes skim over my bare chest and the artwork decorating my skin.
“Do what?”
“Pretend like you didn’t do that shit to me, Beau. You told me you couldn’t be without me, and now, you’re pushing me away.” She clamours off the bed, walking towards me naked. Blood rushes to my cock as she stops in front of me. “I know you’re scared… I am too, but I want this. I want you.”
She takes my hand, and I let her guide me between her legs. Her slick wetness coats my skin as I hook a finger between her folds. It soothes me to touch her like this.
“I hurt you,” I say, even as I continue to stroke her.
“You didn’t hurt me at all. Yes, the sex was rough, but I wasn’t crying because of any pain you caused. I was overstimulated. My body was on fire, and everything felt so incredible.”
“You were crying because it was so good?” I clarify, unable to keep the smugness from my tone.
Her eyes roll. “Of course, that’s what you got from what I said.” I push two fingers inside her waiting cunt, and her mouth drops open, a whimper escaping as she clings to my arms. “That’s not fair.”
“What gave you the impression I play fair?”
She sure as hell ain’t playing fair with me. I’m entranced by her. Her body was made for me.
Her grip digs into my arms so hard, she’s got to be leaving bruises. I don’t care. The bite of pain is a balm to my turbulent thoughts.
“Beau, I need you.Please.”
Fuck, how do I deny her when she’s asking so sweetly for something I can give her easily?
