I spun to face her, damn near making her crash into me. Gripping her throat, I yanked her forward so she was flush with my body. She snapped her chin up, her brown eyes burning just as hotly as I knew mine were. “Watch yourself,” I growled. “I’m a hairsbreadth away from fucking snapping after the dumbass stunt you pulled earlier. You could’ve fuckingdied.”
She planted her hands on her hips, not even bothered by the way I was holding her throat. “My body, my life?—”
“Wrong!” I barked. “When you becamemine, little mama, you lost the right to decide when the fuck you might leave me.” And then, because I just couldn’t goddamn help myself when it came to her, I kissed her. It was hard, bruising, and rough, splitting her lip open once again and smearing her blood across my own lips.
Her fist connected with my cheek, and I jerked back. Both of us were breathing heavy, and blood began running from her lip and down her chin. With her cheeks flushed and her pink hair a mess around her shoulders, she looked so goddamn fuckable, my dick flexed behind my zipper, dying to be inside of her.
“Laying claim to me does not grant you the right to decide what happens with my body,” she snarled.
“Mama, you make all the decisions you fucking want about your bodyexceptwhen you leave me.” I gripped her hips, yanking her against me again. “Losing you is the one thing in this world I fucking fear, Noah.” Her eyes flared at my words, and I felt her soften the tiniest bit. “Don’t make me experience that. Don’t make me suffer through a life without you in it.”
She didn’t say anything else, just twined her arms around my neck and kissed me. I groaned and deepened the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She granted me access without fight, moaning softly into our kiss. I walked us backward toward the couch, then abruptly spun her around to face it as soon as her ass met the arm.
“What—Blayke,” she hissed when I began to unfasten her tight jeans. “Anyone can walk in.”
“Then they can fucking watch,” I growled, yanking her jeans down around her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath when I pulled her hips back. Despite her concerns about someone walking in, she draped herself over the arm of the couch, pushing her ass out even further for me.
Fuck.
No words were needed. I unfastened my cargo pants, pulled my dick out, pushed her thong to the side, then slid inside of her. She gasped, then moaned so loud, it echoed off the walls. No doubt, Geek was upstairs having to listen to this, and it made me smirk.
I wantedeveryoneto know who was owning her. Sure, she owned me, and sure, she was the more dominant one in our relationship, but I was pretty sure she knew I needed this. To take control this time so I could reassure myself that she was still here, alive, well, and unbroken.
“Fuck me, Blayke,” she groaned, her head falling forward. Her pink hair fell around her face like a curtain, blocking her profile from my view, and I decidedly did not fucking like that. Gripping her hair in my fist, I held it out of my view, then proceeded to do exactly as she ordered.
I fucked her like a man starved. My hips snapped forward on every stroke, our bodies smacking together lewdly. It was quick. It was hot. And goddamn, it was just as good as when she rode me and made me hers.
“I’m close, mama,” I rasped, tightening my fingers in her hair.
She reached between her thighs and strummed her clit. I gritted my teeth, barely able to fucking breathe. My balls were drawing up tight. If she didn’t?—
“Blayke…” she whined, her pussy tightening around my cock.
“Thankfuck,” I groaned, then spilled inside of her.
“What. The. Fuck,” Alejandro said from the entrance to the living room just as my ears stopped ringing.
“Shit,” Noah hissed, then sighed heavily, deflating on the couch in defeat.
I grinned at Alejandro as I eased out of Noah, quickly settling her thong back into place. She righted her jeans as I tucked myself back away. “Couldn’t help myself,” I replied with a shrug, now in a much better mood. Who the fuck needed liquor when I had Noah to take the edge off?
Alejandro drew in a deep breath like I was the bane of his existence, then promptly turned on his heel and walked away. I snickered, then pulled Noah into the circle of my arms, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry for yelling at you, mama.”
She sighed and reached up to pat my cheek condescendingly. “Dumbasses are known to make stupid mistakes. You live and you learn.”
I barked out a laugh, letting her pull away from me. She headed toward the stairs, no doubt to get cleaned up. “You’re so nice to me,” I teased. “Makes it damn near impossible not to fall for you.”
“The absolute nicest,” she drawled sarcastically before disappearing up the staircase.
19
Blayke
Noah slapped her hand on my chest, jarring me awake. I hissed, rubbing at my sore flesh as I slowly turned my head to look at her. “What the fuck,” I grumbled. “Why’d you hit me?”
“Answer your fucking phone,” she muttered, rolling away from me and giving me her back.
And taking the damn blankets with her.
