Fingers curl in my hair at the base of my skull as he nuzzles my neck with his nose, the tip of his tongue tracing along my sensitive flesh.
“You are going to keep the air conditioning units.” The male-fueled commandment only makes my panties wetter. “You are going to let JJ set up his cameras, and Eli cleaning your floors is only the tip of the punishment I intend on doling out on his dumbass.”
I start to shake my head, not sure which part I’m even trying to deny before his fingers tighten, and my head pulls back into that awkward position, sending pleasure down my spine in a waterfall of tingles.
“I don’t need you,” I grind out again, tilting my head so I can meet his eye with the angriest of scowls. How dare he? How dare he be so rude and pushy and—
“Whoa,” JJ exclaims as he practically jumps back from the threshold.
We break apart instantly, both still glowering at each other.
The middle brother looks everywhere but at us, scrubbing a hand along the back of his hair. “Uh, so cameras are set up. We can check out the footage tomorrow and uh yep, that’s all, bye.” He darts off as fast as he entered, a second set of feet shuffling out the house with him, Eli.
Ted’s chest is heaving as he looks away from me as if it’s the only way he can keep in control. “My contact information is on the counter. If anything, and I meananything,happens, you will call me, or come to me.”
Before I can open my mouth, he grabs his toolbox, switches on the second air conditioner and walks out of my kitchen and house.
As soon as he’s gone, I turn around and bang my head against the fridge in time to my mantra.
I am capable.
I am enough.
I do not need a man.
I do not need Ted.
I do not need Ted.
But oh fuck, I reallyreallywant him.
Chapter25
Suffocating Satisfaction
GOLDIE
That night I tie myself to the bedframe to make sure I fall asleep and wake up in the same place.
There is no fae fucking way I will end up inhisbed. I amnotgoing to sleepwalk tonight. I donotwant Ted.
I drift off to my new mantra.
Which is probably why big, burly, and scowly invades my dreams again.
That rough beard chafes against my neck in the most delicious manner as he licks and sucks his way up to my mouth. My arms willingly wrap around him, pulling him close. I need him everywhere. I need him deep inside. I need him imprinted into me. I grab his wrist and roughly push it to where I need it most. A growl of satisfaction emanates from his chest and into mine, giving me absolute feminine satisfaction. It doubles down when his hand reaches up my nightgown, and down my panties to stroke up and down my slick entrance. He rubs my swollen clit before spearing a finger between my folds, forcing a strangled cry of pleasure from me.
My senses suddenly clear as my inner muscles pulse around his finger.
I’m awake and I’m in Ted’s bed. Again.
I should be ashamed. I should jump up and leave pouring either apologies or rage. Rage at him? I’m the one who broke into his house again. The rage would be because I’m trying so very hard to not want him, and the very universe seems to be conspiring against my efforts.
My legs tighten around his hand, inadvertently driving his digit another inch in me. The thready wail of pleasure that escapes me is equal parts needy and embarrassing.
His mouth parts on a groan as if sympathetically aroused.
Those stormy blue eyes train on me with unerring focus. It’s like they are drilling into me, seeing every last part. Including the parts I never intended to share with anyone else.
