"Yeah," Slater splutters. "Why the fuck can't I take them?"
"If you know what's good for you, Slater, I wouldn't," Snake advises him with a deviant smirk on his face. And when he catches my eye he winks. That fucker.
"Oak?" She presses demanding an answer.
Rising from the chair I then lean over the table towards her. She's doesn't back away from me. She moves closer. It's as if she doesn't even realize what her body is doing.
I lower my voice just for her to hear. "I'm taking you and Connor. Not him or anyone else. Is that clear?"
Her eyes twinkle with defiance. "So you're notbusytoday?"
Fuck.
The sass that comes out of that luscious mouth. How I would love to silence it with my cock. Something tells me she would love it. Winding her hair in my fist and throat fucking her as tears well in her eyes from how big I am.
I wonder how much of me she can take. How much will she allow me to push her?
And how many times will she scream my name in pleasure before she's screaming she can't take anymore?
The thoughts consume me. Creating an infestation in my head that I can't get rid of.
Needing this to end before I lose all self control I say to her in a voice that's husky, "Be ready for me, Grace."
Her cheeks deepen in color and the lovely shade travels down her neck and across her chest.
We both know what I mean because her eyes flash.
Before she can argue with me I wink at her and then leave.
As I head back to my room there's two things I need to do first.
One, to take an ice cold shower.
Two, remind myself why I can't give into her.
I groan inwardly.
This is going to be hell.
After I take the coldest shower of my life and remind myself until I'm blue in the face that I can't allow her to win, I find myself waiting for them.
Everyone else has finished their breakfast and going on with the day as they planned. With what went down at Church last night we have to lay somewhat low so the feds have no reason to further question us.
"For a man who says he doesn't want her you sure showed something different this morning," Snake snickers from behind me. I turn to see his signature smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Slater doesn't need to take them when I'm here." Sure, that sounds almost believable.
"Or you wanted to piss on your territory without claiming it first," he argues.
I shake my head despite how right he may be.
There's something about Grace that makes me want to protect her, own her and worship every inch of her.
He then rolls his eyes. Laughing at my expense. "Slater knows not to go after her. He may be a flirt but not an idiot seeking his death."
"I'm not talking about this."
"Okay fine. We'll talk about it later." Before I can argue he grows serious, "I told Alice having a graduation party here for Grace isn't wise. Considering the feds and all."
