And I’m angry all over again.
I’m angry about wanting him.
Angry at finding him so fucking hot.
Angry that he walked out on me.Again.
“You left,” I grit out, shoving at his chest.I need to stop.I know I do, but the words keep coming out.So much for playing it cool when we woke up.So much for me making him see he doesn’t get to me.Instead, I’m showing him everything.“Again.Were you even planning to come back?”
He grabs my wrist, keeping it pressed to his chest.“Woah, sweetheart, I had to fix the fence.”
“You could have woke me up and told me.Instead, I had to wake up thinking you walked out because you regretted it.”He steps back, rubbing the back of his neck.Holy fucking shit, he does regret it.“Well, I hope you enjoyed your one night of fun, Reid, because that is all you’re getting from me.”
I take a step to leave, but he pulls me back by the wrist.“Wait a goddamn minute.”
“No.”He picks me up at the waist, throwing me over his shoulder.“Put me fucking down, Reid.”
God, he even smells good sweating.
I fucking hate him.
I hate myself.
I smack his back with the palm of my hands as he continues walking to the back of the house.
Where the hell is he taking me?
I feel the coolness of the shade, the protection of the sun, before I see it.He lowers me until my core hits his dick and my back hits a rough surface.
I glance up, noticing he’s hidden us behind the shed, out of view of the main house.The chicken coop sits to the right, not far from us, still in a shambles, so I’m not sure what Malia has been doing.
“For starters, let me fucking answer before you run off.Do I regret fucking you?No.I do admit that for a moment, I wanted to run because it fucking scared me how much I wanted you.”
I snort.“I bet that’s what you tell all the women.”
All I can see is him leaving the bar, his hand on some other chick’s tit.
He presses his erection against my core, making me shudder.“No.I don’t do the fake, it’s not you, it’s me crap.I was genuinely fucking scared of how much I wanted you.I’ve had good sex, dirty sex, even kinky sex.”
“Reid!”I warn sharply.
“What I’m saying is, I’ve never had phenomenal sex.Just looking at you now, my dick is hard.”To punctuate his words, he presses his erection against my core once more, causing an involuntary moan.“That has never happened to me before.Ever.It’s low-key pissing me off.”
A lump forms in the back of my throat.I want to believe him so badly.But I can’t.I feel like I’m being fed lines.And I hate myself for keep opening my mouth.“Stop giving me drivel, Reid.I—"
“No, Sunshine, I’m not.I’m being truthful.I’m not saying I want a relationship with you because I—”
“Did I ask?”I interrupt.
His lips twitch.“No, I guess you didn’t.So what are you asking for?Why are you so upset with me?”
My cheeks heat at being put on the spot.I sigh, leaning back against the wooden shed, keeping my gaze on him.“I’m not upset,” I whisper, embarrassed about being called out.“Not really.I’m angry.I don’t need you to marry me.”
“Good, because I didn’t ask,” he remarks, using my earlier words.
I smack his shoulder.“Stop being a prick and let me finish.I’ve never felt as cheap as I did that night you left with another girl.”
“I’ve already—”
