“You wouldn’t do that to Nixie and you know it.”
Chapter Six
Vwas definitely jealous,and that was good, because the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her to see me as more than just a dick who didn’t know how to look after a dog. She’d gone out of her way to help me out, and I had a feeling that was because she wanted to spend time with me, as much as she wanted to help out my new baby, Nixie. She’d been right about giving her a real name, and I loved it already.
“She was just some girl, V. I wasn’t into her.”
Her jaw tightened and she wouldn’t look at me, and seriously why is it that I was finding this aggressive, wounded woman so hot? If she even decided to give me a chance, she’d probably break me in half. Still, since I was half hard just at the thought of that, clearly that was something I was willing to risk.
“V? I’m not that guy. I don’t go picking up chicks everywhere. Most times women don’t even look twice at me anyway.”
“Oh great. So you think not getting off with masses of women is impressive when you just admitted they don’t go for you?”
“You said yourself I’m just some prick, right? Who’d want me? Are you saying you do? You want me?”
She growled something under her breath, and I grinned. I was definitely getting under her skin, and why was that such fun?
“You been picturing me naked, baby? Naked and inside you?”
“Stop. It.”
Oh yeah, someone was getting all moist, and since she hated that word, I should definitely point it out.
“Getting moist picturing me fucking you slow and deep, V? I’d fuck you into an orgasm-coma.”
“My god! What is with you all of a sudden? When did we go from, well not friendly, but at least civil, to you being a fucking sex-pest?”
That grin on my face wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. When was the last time a woman had challenged me like this? It was exhilarating.
“You were getting all jealous and bitchy, and that’s hot as fuck. Head to the clubhouse instead of the shop, and I’ll ride you ’til you beg me to give you a break.”
She swallowed hard, and shook her head once, muttering to herself. She didn’t change direction though, pulling up outside the shop. Maybe I’d pushed too hard too fast, but I wasn’t about to give up trying. Not to be a ‘sex-pest’ as she called it, but because we clearly ticked some kind of boxes for each other, and it’d be crazy not to give it a go. Hell, it’d probably be the most aggressive, borderline abusive sex of my life, but didn’t that sound fun?
“V?”
“Stop it, just stop it. Please.” Her voice was soft, and a little ragged. Because of arousal? Or was I upsetting her?
“I’ll stop if you want me to. I don’t want to though. I want to keep pushing you until you give in, V. You and me? We’d be explosive. We’d be fucking incredible.”
“We’d be destructive. Toxic. Bad for each other. Trust me, I’m not… I don’t even know who I am anymore, Rocket. I don’t… without my ex, I’m just fucking floundering.”
I unfastened my seatbelt, and rested Nixie in my lap, reaching over to stroke V’s long hair away from her face, threading the silken strands through my fingers.
“V, look at me.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, her shoulders hunching in on themselves.
“Can’t what? I’m not so bad to look at. I’m not a pretty boy, I’m afraid, if that’s what you’re into? I’m not a lot of things, but I’ll tell you what I am. I’m fucking good in bed. I’m strong. I have stamina. I’d ride you in ways you can’t even imagine. I’d fuck every thought, and trouble, and fear from your mind, until all you can do is breathe, and sleep. Trouble free, at least for a while.”
She moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. Unlocking her seatbelt as she moved, her lips crashed against mine, and I experienced the most aggressive kiss of my life. There was so much desperation and anger in that one kiss. So much need and dominance, like she had to be in charge if she wanted to give me a chance.
Nixie yapped in my lap, and we pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, and staring at each other, like one fucking move would make things implode. I wasn’t sure what imploding would look like though. Would it be us coming together again, more need and fire taking over, or would she shut down completely?
Someone tapped on the window on V’s side, and she went for the shutting down option, dragging a hand over her mouth as she turned to push the button for the window.
“Are you okay? You seemed to be taking a while to come in.”
Fuck’s sake. Cockblocked by my VP’s old lady.
