“No. I took that one back.”
“No. You took the spare back.” He hunkered down in front of me. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”
“I like the floor.” I glared up at him. “Give me back my key, Tristan.”
“No.” He stood, reaching his hand out to me. “Come on, off the floor.”
I slapped his hand away, standing on my own power and scowling at him. “Give me back my key.”
He smirked. “No.”
“Give me my goddamn key, Tristan.”
“No.” He walked to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a beer and twisting off the top. “Why were you on the floor?”
“Give me my key,” I ordered.
“No.” He lifted the bottle to his lips, but before he could take a swig, I slapped it out of his hand and it fell to the floor, glass shattering amongst the sudsy beverage. “Jesus, Liv, what the fuck!”
“Give me my goddamn key,” I screeched, raising my arms to hit him.
He grabbed my wrists gently, pushing them behind my back and securing them there, meeting my eyes with his as I glared at him. “I’m not giving you that key, sweetness, so quit askin’. And quit actin’ like you don’t know I have it. You’re lookin’ for a fight and I’m not in the mood to give it to you, so we can fuck if you want, but I’m not risin’ to the bait of a fight.”
I stared at him for a few tense seconds and then I covered his lips with mine, shoving my tongue in his mouth, my pussy suddenly needing his cock inside of me. He lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist and carried me back to my bedroom, kissing me as he walked.
Setting me on my feet, he turned me away from him and lifted my skirt, ripping my panties from my hips and shoving his hand between my legs. I whimpered with need, bending over the bench at the end of my bed as his fingers pressed inside of me.
I heard the jingle of his belt buckle as he undid his jeans and then his dick was inside of me and he was ramming so hard I had to brace myself to keep upright.
“You wanna fight, Liv?” he demanded, his palm landing hard on my ass.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I ground out, pressing back against him.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he rasped, “With pleasure, baby.”
He slammed into me again and slapped my ass, and I came so hard, I screamed his name and my arms shook as I tried to stay anchored to the bench.
“Don’t move, Olivia,” he ordered, continuing to bury himself deep.
“You need to hurry up, honey. I seriously think I’m going to fall over.”
He didn’t disappoint, coming quickly, then gently sliding out and pulling me up against him. “Today was tough.”
I nodded into his chest, not trusting my voice.
“You feel better?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“I’m gonna go clean up the beer and grab my shit, then we’ll make dinner, okay?”
“Grab your shit?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He buttoned his jeans and belt. “I brought a couple changes of clothes. I’m stayin’ here.”
“Oh, you are, are you?”
He slid his hand to my neck and studied me. “I told you I’m not gonna fight with you today. I need you as much as you need me, and you know it. Today was both awesome and hard, but tomorrow’s gonna be shit and you’re the only one who fully understands why.”
