“I’m no ones,” I sighed, my hand reaching up to touch his face.
“You’re mine,” he snapped, his hand coming up to grip my jaw painfully.
My knees went weak, not in fear, but in desire. Desire for this brutal man and his rough touch that sent chills through my body. I opened my eyes and looked out of the corner of my eyes at him. Half his face was covered in shadow and I gasped.
“There you are,” I murmured with another sigh.
I should have stopped it. I’d gotten what I’d wanted. I knew then that I could turn him on, that I wasn’t a disgusting thing that he didn’t want. But I couldn’t stop.
His large hands splayed across my belly and my core tightened, tingling at his proximity. I closed my eyes as he ground himself into me, his hand going lower to cup my pussy through my cutoffs. Charlie had stood up and gone to Rider, and I don’t know if it was the mixture of alcohol or Fighter himself, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that other people were there, watching us. Gauge was probably jacking off to it. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was having his dirty hands on my body.
I hated him, but I wanted his touch.
Needed his rough hands on me like I needed air in my lungs.
“Fighter,” I murmured as he ground his palm against me.
His chest rumbled, his cock grinding against my ass, his hand still rubbing at me.
“Need you,” I panted. And I hated that I’d said that. That I’d let him know how I felt. “I need your touch.”
I opened my eyes, staring into his face, the shadows of the late evening covering most of his features and I groaned, my thoughts traveling back to our time together in that house. Waking to find his body on mine in the middle of the night. His hands dragging orgasms from me.
“It’s just like old times,” I said with a moan.
“What did you say?” he growled, his hand going still.
“It’s like old times…back at the house,” I mumbled, sensing his anger. “What? What’s wrong?”
He pulled away from me abruptly and scowled.
I turned to face him with a scowl of my own. “What’s wrong?”
He dragged a hand down his face, his look hard and commanding. “We’re done here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snapped, anger seizing my emotions. “We’re done? Just because you said so? That’s all you’re going to give me?”
He raised his chin and stared down at me impassively. I was almost shaking with anger and embarrassment. I reached out to slap him but he grabbed my hand and stopped me and I let out a growl of annoyance as I heard Gauge give a deep rumble of laughter.
“Trouble in paradise already, brother?” he chuckled.
“Calm the fuck down, Penny,” Fighter commanded me, his gaze never leaving mine.
I was going to kill him!
Oh my god, I was going to kill him!
I pulled my hand from his grasp and reached back to slap him again. He grabbed my hand again, and when I stamped my foot in anger, he smirked.
“Temper temper,” he drolled.
“I hate you!” I glared at him.
“That’s not what your pussy says,” he replied arrogantly.
I stared at him open-mouthed in shock. “Who are you?” I gasped. “Really? Who the fuck are you? Because whoever this man is,” I said, gesturing up and down him, attentively aware that everyone was still watching us, “is a piece of shit scared to do what needs to be done.” I turned from him and started to walk away.
“The fuck you just say to me?” he yelled, but I kept on walking away from him, anger burning in my veins. “Penny, get your ass back over here and answer me!”
