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He comes up behind me with slowly like a predator sneaking up on its prey, but I feel like a pot of boiling water with the lid on ready to explode. I’ve had enough of his bullshit. I spin on my heels so fast it catches him off guard.
He takes a step back with a the look of surprise on his face spurs me on. I feel like David ready to take on Goliath.
“Just say what you got to say and get it fucking over with,” I tell him.
This time its him who’s being backed into a corner. I push further into him.
“Do you think you’re the first to try and knock me down? You think you’re the first to try and break me? You’re not. You’re not the first. I’ve faced bigger and scarier than you. But hear me when I say that no one is going to have that power over me again. So do what you came in here to do and let me get on with my fucking day.”
He straightens to his full height. Towering over me he lets out a growl pressing his hard body against mine until I’m now the one being backed up.. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest I think he can almost hear it. I place my hand on his chest to stop him from invading my space any further but he continues, tightening his jaw.
“WHO?” he demands.
“Who what?” I say irritated.
“Who hurt you?”
I blink in shock at his question.
“I said WHO. HURT. YOU?” He demands raising his voice.
“Why can’t you mind your own business Caleb?”
I barely get the sentence out when he pushes my hands away from his chest, stalking further into me stealing all the breath from my lungs until my back is against a wall. He cups both of my cheeks in his hands. It could almost pass as him being affectionate. But this isn’t affection. Its whiplash. Ten seconds ago he was baiting me. Now he wants to know who hurt me like he gives a shit!
He snaps my resolve when he leans his face into mine, his blue eyes scanning me for answers I can never give him. When I look away his thumb and fore finger pinches my chin tilting my head back up to his. He’s so close. Too close. His spicy cologne and the fresh scent on his clothes is making me heady.
“I asked you a question Jordin.”
Keeping my lips pressed in a firm line I stand my ground not answering him.
“Fucking answer me. Who was it?”
“No,” I snap, trying to get past him but he doesn’t allow me. We just stare at each other and for a moment I get lost in the bright blue swirls of his eyes. As he steps in closer our lips almost touch. The tension between us turns into something else. Butterflies flutter wildly in my belly. A feeling that’s becoming all too familiar in his presence. But I chase that shit away at the tone of his next words.
His jaw ticks.
“JORDIN,” he warns. “Don’t fucking test my patience.”
I shake my head at him staring into his darkened eyes.
A wave of anger rises like the tide when he doesn’t drop it.
Instead of looking at him I fix my gaze on some graffiti on a stall door. “You want to compare notes or something because let me tell you, you have nothing on him. NOTHING.”
When I look up at him again his brow is creased and a look of remorse crosses his face. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through, but I don’t need or want his pity.
“Tell me who it was and they’ll never hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it,” he says, his tone gentle, caressing even.
My eyes shoot up to his again but his aren’t fixed on mine like before, there transfixed on my lips.
“Why? You want to pretend like you care? Pretend that you’re not as capable of inflicting the same pain as he did? Hum?” when he says nothing I continue, “No. Didn’t think so,” I shout shaking my head crossing my arms over my chest as the tears in my eyes threaten to spill over for the third time today. Before they do he steals my breath crashing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that drowns all my senses except the one throbbing between my legs. It’s not just a hot and dirty kiss, it’s a fight for possession and dominance. His hand slides into my hair freeing it from the messy bun allowing it to cascade freely down my back.
My nipples tighten and my pussy throbs wildly with need craving for more friction when he rubs the thick hard cock that’s straining against the black denim of his jeans against my centre. His hands roam up and down my thigh hooking around my ass lifting me clean off the floor like I weigh nothing. My body instantly reacts wrapping my legs around him. I’m lost in him. Lost in his touch. Lost in the feel of his lips on my sensitive skin and the deep need growing inside me a the pleasure I know only he can bring. I lock him in tighter against me moving my hips. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him to fuck me hard and raw right here in the restroom. I should care that someone could walk in here at any given minute but I don’t. The feeling is too good to care. Closing my eyes I tip my head back to the blissful feeling of his lips all over my skin, releasing a lingering moan when he moves down to my breast biting a hardened nipple through the material of my shirt. My fingers comb through his thick mane of black hair craving more when he bites my other nipple. The feeling is damn good my body arches into him involuntarily.
“Caleb,” I moan quietly when his hand finds the hem of my shirt pulling it up along with my bra to expose my bare breasts to him.
I glance briefly over towards the door. Would I even care if someone walked in right now? I don’t think I would.
