“Elena.” The rasp of sleep clings to his voice, and his eyes widen at the same time his hands release me.
It’s like a bucket of ice water has been thrown over me.
I don’t jump back or scramble away. I have far more dignity than that, but I do get up, righting my clothes.
His eyes dip to where my nipples are pressing against the fabric of my shirt, outlining them and the bars that go through them.
“Fuck,” He growls beneath his breath before he gets up and storms out of the room, the door to the downstairs bedroom slamming behind him.
Fucking men.
CHAPTER 16
Irip my shirt over my head and shove out of my jeans. The scent of her wraps around me, a mix of me thanks to the products she’s been using and something inherently her, something sweet. It’s a drug that works into my system. The bed is still rumpled from when she was last on it, the pillows askew, the sheets pushed down.
That’s where I go, my cock hard as fucking rock, balls tight.
I wasn’t fucking thinking. I woke up, and she was there, touching me, tracing my face with her soft, delicate fingers. I wanted her closer, and my brain wasn’t processing what a colossal mistake it would be.
Her pussy pressed into my thigh and her hips rolled as she sought her pleasure, my face buried into the side of her neck. So fucking pretty, but it’s utterly fucking wrong. Shoving my boxers down, I don’t even bother to get rid of them completely as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a long, hard stroke.
My teeth snap together as the pleasure zaps down my spine. I jerk my cock, lying there in the mess of the bed she’s laid in, inhaling the scent of her. Swiping my thumb over the tip, I gather up the bead of precum, smearing it over the head before I move my hand faster, harder, my other hand curling into the sheets.
I can only imagine what it would feel like to sink into her, how fucking warm and wet she might be. She’d take it all and make such pretty sounds.
“Fuck,” I growl, jaw slackening.
I’d take those nipples into my mouth; play with the piercings I caught a glimpse of through the fabric of her shirt. My hands would explore, squeeze and claim as my cock pounded into her.
My balls draw up tight, the fantasy of her bringing my climax to the surface.
I pump my dick, a groan leaving me as my cock jerks and hot ropes of come hit my stomach. I work myself through it, drawing out every second of it until I’m spent and my cock begins to soften.
My heart pounds behind my ribcage, blood thumping in my ears, and only once I’ve caught mybreath do I reach for the box of tissues on the bedside counter to clean myself up.
I won’t dare leave this fucking room tonight, not when my restraint is at a tipping point. Returning my boxers into place, I grab the sheets and pull them up to my hips, laying back onto the pillows as I stare up at the white ceiling. The floorboards above me squeak under her weight, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s going to slip her own hand between her legs or is she not as pathetic as me?
It’s only been a damn week and I’m already losing my mind.
She’s with that fucking bull again.
It’s been three days since I walked away from her, and I’ve been avoiding her, not like she’s sought me out either. We’ve eaten separately, me at the mess hall while she ate out on the porch every time I brought her back a plate. It’s not awkward; it’s notanything.
Which is what I wanted, and yet it’s fucking me up. Especially when I watch Chase flirt with her, his grin a mile wide.
“Elena,” My voice is stern, but she barely reacts to it. Lazily, her head rolls to the side where she’s leaning on the fence, the bull right in front of her. Granted, he appears chill right now, but I knowthis bull. He’ll flip at a moment’s notice. “Get the fuck away from the bull.”
“I have two words for you.” Her smile is sugary sweet as she holds up one finger. “Fuck,” A second finger goes up, “You.”
“Listen here, you little fucking Hellion,” I snap at her, “He will break you.”
Her lashes flutter and a grin goes up. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
I’ve had enough of this. “Don’t fucking cry to me when you get hurt, darlin’.”
“Don’t worry,” She calls to my back. “I’ll cry to Chase.”
A buzzing forms inside my ears, and I curl my fingers into the palms of my hands, so I don’t wrap them around her throat, tug her to me and claim her right here in front of these damn cowboys. They’ll know better than to go near her if I did, but I fucking cannot.
