“Why not? Is your kiss that precious?”
“I already told you, I can’t.”
The anger finally erupts. “You kissedme plenty of times!”
She turns her head away.
Grabbing her chin, I turn her head back to face me. “Don’t look away when I’m talking to you.”
“That was different. I’ve changed, and so haveyou. We aren’t the same anymore,” she says, her voice breaking slightly.
What I hear is,I have no feelings for you, not like before. My heart aches unbearably. I steel myself, keeping my tone hard. “Do you honestly believe that nonsense?”
“Don’t you?” She wraps her hand around my wrist and lowers it from her chin. “Bryce, we already agreed on what this relationship would be. Even when we do things that blur the baseline rules, the fundamentals don’t change. This ends in two years, and I don’t want to make things more complicated by crossing the lines. Let’s keep our boundaries, okay?”
“Don’t you think that, if you’re going to thank me, you should thank me the wayIwant?”
“I think pretty much any man would agree that what just happened is worth more than a kiss. Don’t you?”
“You don’t know what I value.” If she did, she wouldn’t have gutted me like that when we were in college.College sweetheart. How innocuous it sounds, yet how fatal. My eyes drop to her mouth, then to her breasts, noting the pointed tips and the flush on her chest. “Looks like you enjoyed sucking me off.”
I push my hand into her panties, stroking my middle finger along the folds from her clit all the way to the opening of her pussy. She’s scorching hot and wet. When I push my finger inside, her eyelids flutter shut, and she bites back a moan.
“Let me hear you. If you aren’t going to use your mouth to kiss me, use it to moan like the slut that you are.”
I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her, stoking her fire without giving her enough to bring her to orgasm. She grips my arms, digging her fingers in, clinging. She rocks her hips to increase the pressure and tempo, but I retreat.
She lets out a frustrated sound. “This isn’t going to make me kiss you.”
“I don’t give a damn anymore,” I say, resuming my actions, pushing two fingers inside while the pad of my thumb gently teases her pulsing clit.
“Bryce,” she begs. “Now you’re being cruel.”
I laugh—she’s the one who’s been heartless. I don’t even think she hates me anymore—she did at first, but not anymore. She seems to see me as some kind of outlet for her desires, a fucktoy. I don’t know why that makes me so furious when I felt exactly the same way about her and decided to lend her money explicitly so I could fuck her out of my system.
Her knees tremble, then finally buckle. I catch her and roll, minimizing the impact. My fingers invade her again, this time three at once. She lifts her hips off the floor and tries to move them against me, but I hold her pelvis.
“Behave.” I rip the lacy panties, revealing the slick, flushed flesh. How can she be this wet and needy and still say no to a simple kiss? I blow on her quivering flesh. Her muscles tense beneath my palms. I lean in to claim her mouth, but she turns her head away. I press my lips on her throat, then trail along the edge of the choker, palming her right breast and pinching the nipple between my index and middle fingers just the way she likes.
Her spine arches. She moves her legs restlessly against me, her scorching core rubbing against my exposed cock, which starts to swell. She pants, tunneling her fingers into my hair. I place kisses along her cheeks, then down at the corner of her mouth. She quivers, but doesn’t turn away.
Yes.
Triumphant, I glide my lips over—
An abrupt ringing startles her. She puts a hand on my mouth, then turns away.
What the hell?I glare at her phone, wanting to shatter it into bits of plastic. “Ignore it,” I say, but she fumbles for it with the desperation of a person lost in a desert seeking water.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The lusty haze clears from her eyes as she hits the green button without checking who’s calling. The violent urge to vent my frustrationand fury rages in my heart, and I take a deep breath to control my temper.
“What the fuck is this? You never called to see how I was doing after that fucker hit me! Do you know what happened to me?”
Jude’s voice.Fiona turns red, white, then red, her eyes flashing.Hang up,I mouth, but she shakes her head. I narrow my eyes and pinch her nipple hard. She bites back a gasp and glares at me.
“Oh, did something happen to you? To your widdle weg?” she coos, but then the coo turns into a snarl. “I hope hebroke your fucking knee!”
Whoa.The tone cuts through my lust like a laser. I’ve never heard her talk like that, not even when I got extra nasty with her. Since it’s directed at that son of a bitch, I pull her left nipple into my mouth to reward her.
