She bowls forward, catching herself with her hands as she gasps and pants.
“Y-you’re crazy,” she rasps once she’s finally gotten oxygen back into her lungs. “You could have killed me, asshole.”
I snort. “Like I would ever let that happen.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to stop it. What if I have asthma, huh? What if I’d had an asthma attack and I was all the way out here without an inhaler?”
“Well, do you?” I know she doesn’t, but it’s fun to toy with her.
“N-no,” she stutters before muttering under her breath. “Thank god.”
“See? No harm done,” I say cheerfully before holding out my hand to help her stand.
She glares at it like she has a personal vendetta against it—which she probably does since she doesn’t seem to like me very much today—and ignores it, clumsily climbing to her feet by herself instead.
As soon as she’s standing, I spin her around and pin her to the tree once more with my body flush against her back and my face right next to her ear.
“What are you doing?” she grunts.
I chuckle lightly, not surprised in the least that she thinks that would be the end of things. “You didn’t think you were getting away that easily, did you?”
I squeeze her hips, and I grind my dick against her ass. “We need to take care of this first.” My hand inches forwards and I cup her pussy through her leggings.
“Are you wet for me, love?” I ask and breach her waistband but don’t go any further. “It turned you on, didn’t it? Being forced to take my cock down your throat drove you crazy, huh? I bet you’re drenched for me. You can lie and say you hate everything about me and what I do to you, but I see right through you. I know you secretly love it, crave it, think about it when you’re alone in bed at night and fucking yourself with your fingers.”
I drag her leggings and panties down over her hips until they rest around her knees and she arches for me, her body saying what her mouth refuses to.
I laugh, loving the feeling of her against me and dying to get inside of her.
“So fucking desperate for me.”
“Desperate to get it over with and get out of here,” she mutters, and I take it as the challenge it is.
“So feisty today,” I say and line myself up at her entrance. “I love it. Keep talking dirty to me, love.”
“Never.”
“We’ll see about that,” I grunt and enter her in one quick thrust.
TWENTY-FOUR
GRACIE
Ilet out a shriek of surprise when he thrusts into me, filling me with one quick move and hold back a moan as he slowly pulls back.
This asshole.
I feel so full, and so fucking debauched as I stand here, pinned to the tree with my back arching for him.
I have no idea how he found me out here, and it shouldn’t have shocked me that he did, but the last person I expected to run into today was him.
I let my guard down, clearly becoming too comfortable with Noah watching out for me to believe that he would come all this way just for me.
I guess he’s been watching me more closely than I thought.
“I forgot how good it felt to be inside you,” he says with a moan, and I keep my lips tightly pressed together to stop myself from agreeing.
I hate him, and yet I crave him all the same.
