“You’re unbelievable,” I mutter.
His smile is grim. “You’re pissed that I’ve lived up to your expectations?”
“What?” I frown at him. Not sure if it’s the lingering effects of the weed, or the booze still circulating in my veins instead of blood, but I don’t have a fucking clue what he’s on about.
Rooke claps a hand on my shoulder, giving my muscle a brief squeeze before he opens the back door of the Uber.
“I’m just being the manipulative, controlling cunt you love to hate, aren’t I?” He pauses in the act of sliding into the car. “Your words, boy, not mine.”
I scowl as I watch him leave. If there’d been a pebble nearby, I’d have kicked it.
When I walk into the Airbnb, Haven jumps up from her spot on the edge of the bed.
“What’d he say to you?” she demands, frowning at me.
“Easy, tiger,” I mutter. “I just made sure he wasn’t going to follow me inside.”
Her frown melts off her face. “Oh.”
“Jesus, don’t sound so fucking disappointed. If you run, you could catch up to his Uber.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Asshole.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
The air suddenly feels charged. “Like you were really trying to keep him out,” she mumbles.
I stalk over to her, grabbing her chin.
Rooke’s last words are still playing on repeat, taunting me like he so loves to do.
…just being the cunt you love to hate…
“That man is poison, Heavenly. The only reason I let you near him tonight was so you could get your car. It’s the last thing he had on us—you—and now he has nothing. Heisnothing.”
“Why the hell do you think I did it?” she says, staring up at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“It’s. Over.”
“Yeah, obviously.” Her voice is softer, but her stare is harder, like she’s making outI’mthe one refusing to let go of Rooke.
“Yeah,” I say roughly. “Obviously.”
She lunges at me for a kiss. Nothing drunk and sloppy like before.
I kiss her back, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me. She gasps into my mouth when she feels how hard I’m getting.
“Bed,” she breathes. “Now.”
We stumble toward the bed, shedding our clothes as we go. By the time we hit the mattress, I’m down to my boxers, and she’s in nothing but her bra.
This time, my body cooperates.
So does hers.
She moans loudly when I thrust into her, her nails digging into my shoulders. I stay seated balls deep for a long, delicious moment, my face smothered against the side of her neck until all I can smell is her shampoo and skin.
Then I fuck her hard and rough, until we’re both panting like feral animals.
