Chapter Six
Karessa
Jagger is in a mood.I knew it when he left but it feels like it’s worse. It’s a little after seven when he arrives after whatever he’s done for the last six plus hours. I’d broken down and did a little research to find out his favorite meal. Thanks to a fan page I knew what to get delivered. I marinated the steak as I cooked the mashed potatoes and green beans first. After waiting hours for him to reappear, I cooked the steak because I was hungry.
He arrives when I’m plating the first steak. His boots thump down the hallway towards the bedroom and he unbuttons his shirt. It slides off his shoulders to reveal his back tattoo. It’s like watching a fashion or cologne commercial as his white shirt reaches his wrist. He frees one and grabs the shirt with his other hand just as he falls out of sight. The house is quiet enough to hear the shower when he turns it on.
Sighing. I start his steak and eat mine while his cooks. He’s out of the shower by the time I'm done but he still moves around like I don’t exist. He sits at the table but is looking for something on his laptop. Opting to break the silence, I move the plate next to him.
“Dinner is ready.”
He pushes the plate to the other side of the table. “Not hungry,” he grumbles without even checking the contents of the plate.
I’m about to point that out when I see the bruising on his hand. Concerned, I go to him and grab his hand to study it. He pulls it out of my grasp with a frown.
“I’m trying to see how badly you’re bruised. You need to ice it.”
“Leave it,” he grouses.
I should. In fact, I should leave it all and normally I would but I don’t have access to any kind of money including the money I make from working daily. I can, however, leave a room. Exercising that right, I head to the bedroom. It’s probably best if I go to bed early.
“Where are you going?” Jagger questions me.
Ah. Maybe it’s one of those sex things.I’m still dressed from my day with a pencil skirt and a button up. Turning around I go to him and straddle him and kiss his neck. He smells delicious and he’s wearing nothing but lounge pants
He leans back in the chair and instead of joining he looks at me for the first time since he’s returned.
“What the fuck? Does it look like I’m requesting pussy? Don’t be a weirdo.”
I get off him without pushing him the way I’d like because I don’t know this version of Jagger and I have no idea how to handle him. Gritting my teeth, I climb off and try to leave again.
“Cover the food first.”
I don’t know why but that was the thing that tilted me over the edge.
“Hell no.”
Jagger raises a brow. “Who are you talking to?”
“You! You big bully. You’ve been distant and rude since you came back. Fuck you and dinner.”
Jagger rises and grabs me by my throat before I can walk off. His damp hair is still slicked back, making his eyes clearly visible and the vexation undeniable. His mouth covers mine. I attempt to reject him but he has a tight hold on me. He smells divine but when his tongue slides over my lips to request access I lose the battle. He kisses me like a man going through some things and it melts me. My fingers find his hair and I return it as good as I can. My butt hits the table and Jagger rubs his hands up my thighs with his thumbs teasing my inner thighs to push my skirt up. He steps between my legs once he makes room and ends his kiss with a bite.
Some of my buttons fly when he rips open my shirt. He pushes me back onto the table and rips my lacy bra as well.
“Want me to fucking eat?” He snips, as he reaches for the plate.
He scoops up some of the mashed potatoes with his hand then slathers it on my breasts. The warmth of the food makes my nipples bead. My body likes it. I want him to continue but I’m still pissed. He sucks and licks my boobs clean as I feel his clothed dick pressing against me.
“Jagger, please…” I don’t know what I’m begging him to do but I moan when he pushes my underwear aside and his fingers test my wetness.
“You want me to fuck, right?”
I know what’s coming next. “Ah!”
His dick slides home. His strokes shake the table as he fucks me while staring at me. I already consider him intense but this stare is consuming.
I fall apart quickly, cuming hard from the abruptness of his pouncing. He follows after a few more pumps and fills me.
