Andre

 

Kristel’s words shocked me. I don’t know whether I want to hit her, fuck her, or kick her out of my house. If I can get my head on straight, maybe I’ll do all three in order. Then again, I’ve never hit a woman in my life, except in training. I sit down on my bed, and the warmth of it under me is a comfort. Rather than the usual blankets, the bed is covered in a massive grizzly bear skin. I reach over and stroke one of the ears before I let myself fall back onto it. All I want to do right now is curl up and go back to sleep, but there’s one hell of a woman with one hell of a problem downstairs.

 

The stairs creak, and I lift my head up. I listen carefully and hear another creak; she’s actually coming up. “Nobody’s home,” I call out.

 

There’s another creak, and then another. I sigh audibly and clasp my hands behind my head. My fingers dig into my skin and my hair, and I turn my face just enough so that I can watch the top of the stairs. Within a few seconds I see her sassy face, and the rest of her is quick to follow. Rather than the retort I expect, though, she just stops at the top and watches me.

 

“What?”

 

She lowers her head and licks her lips. I can tell she’s deep in thought. “I don’t want to fight, Andre. But I also want to figure all of this out. And I can’t do that if all you’re going to do is jump on me about my dad.”

 

My brow wrinkles together before I sit up. “Hold on. You got on my back about bringing your dad up, and nowyou’re bringing him up like it’s okay?”

 

“What? No!” Her hands cover her face, and she actually growls. “Oh my God, stop twisting my words around! Idon’t want to bring him up. He has nothing to do with the baby! Maybe someone needs to beat the shit out of you or something to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours! I’m so sick and tired of repeating myself, and I’m pretty damn sure you’re sick of hearing it.”

 

“You’re right about that last part.” I swing my legs off the bed. “But okay. Let’s talk. Actually, you’re so interested in this whole thing. You talk.”

 

Her arms fold across her chest, and she glares at me. “Now you’re just being an asshole again. Don’t you know how to be anything else? You’re going to be adad and all you want to do is sit there on your stupid bear rug, and yell at me for something that isn’t even my fault!”

 

“IT IS YOUR FAULT THAT YOU DIDN’T FUCKING TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAD BEING A DAMN COP!”

 

The entire house rings with my sudden explosion. My own ears ache, but damn did it feel good to scream at her a little. She stands there frozen to the spot, and I fully expect her to turn around and leave. That’s what I hope she’s going to do anyway. I can’t believe I let her into the club without checking her out first, but that’s what I get for thinking with my dick and not my head. That won’t happen again.

 

She walks toward me, and her face is set with grim determination. Her strides come faster, and pretty soon she’s almost on top of me. Her fingers points toward my face, and she leans down like she’s about to give me a lecture; I don’t want to fucking hear it. I grab her by the shoulders and haul her down next to me. She lands with a squeak on her back and squirms to get up. As she struggles, I haul myself on top of her, straddling her hips, and grab her by the shoulders. Her hands come up, and nails scrape red lines down the side of my neck. I hiss and clench a fist; now, more than ever, I want to slam my fist into her face.

 

“You bitch! LISTEN TO ME!”

 

“STOP –”

 

Before she can scream back at me, I clamp one of my hands around her mouth and growl at her. She goes very still under me, but her eyes are narrowed; they’re hot like a pool of lava.

 

“Kristel.” I add a whole lot of firmness to my voice. “Stop attacking me. Stop yelling at me. And for fuck sake, stop antagonizing me. Just lay there and -”

 

She slaps me across the face. I feel a rush of pure rage, and I grind my teeth hard enough that I can hear them; my jaw aches. With another growl, I grapple for her hands and finally pin them above her head. I lean down close to her face and bare my teeth. The words, though, won’t come out. I’m so close to her that I can smell her skin. Her breath wafts hotly against my mouth. Her body is tense and firm underneath mine. I can feel her breasts rise and fall against my chest as she breathes. When I kiss her, it surprises me. I hungrily take her mouth, and my tongue forces itself into her mouth. She closes her teeth around it and bites down, but not hard enough to do damage; she’s not scared. If she was, I probably wouldn’t have a tongue anymore.

 

I moan and rock my hips against her. She strains against my hands, but I don’t want to let her hands go; she’s just so sexy like this, all helpless beneath me. Maybe it’s all an illusion, but I feel like I have power over her, and I don’t want to let that go.

 

My mouth rips itself from hers and drags across the length of her neck. I bite and suck and lick, and I find the taste I’ve been craving for weeks. She gets a hand free, but I don’t care because it gives me the opportunity to push down my boxers. I’m already achingly hard, and I rock my body harder against her body. She grips my cock and strokes it hard enough to make me wince; but it feels good. God, does it feel good. Her other hand twists itself free, and she tangles her fingers into my hair. She grabs me by the jaw and kisses me, and a whimper rises from her throat. I break the kiss and lap my tongue down to the hollow of her throat. My tongue dips in and out before I push her shirt up and over her head. Her bra goes next, and I’m quick to suck on one of her breasts.

 

“Fuck… Andre…” She calls my name, and a shudder of pleasure rolls through me like a wave.

 

I’ll fuck you all right, I think. My teeth bite down on one of her nipples, and she lets out a cry. Her hand tightens around my member and pumps it harder, so I bite down again. Her other hand is pushing down her own pants, and I can feel her wiggling under me. I help her with her pants and then her underwear and yank them away as quickly as I can. My fingers dip into her sex, and they slide in with ease. She’s already hot for me. She wants me even though she’s pissed at me.

 

I cry out when she grips my balls, and I have almost no control as she guides my cock to her entrance. My fingers withdraw and slide across her lips. She sucks on them and gets a taste of herself just before I drive my cock home hard. A scream rises from her, and she arches off the bed. Her body writhes under mine, but she holds me close instead of trying to push me away.

 

My mouth finds hers again, and I kiss her as though I need her lips to survive. Our tongues tangle wildly together, and I’m already breathless enough that my mind goes blank. There are no thoughts; there’s only her. I pound her roughly into the bearskin rug, and my heavy bed groans and shifts with each thrust. She keeps calling out my name even through the kiss, and my mouth stings with the way she keeps biting me. Her hands grip my hair and pull pieces of it out, then slid down my back. Nails dig into my skin and rake long, red lines along my sides. The sting and the ache feel so good that I growl encouragements against her mouth.

 

Her hands come around to my chest, and her fingers close around one of my nipples. She pinches it hard, and her nails dig in. I can’t see, but I’m sure there’s blood. I hear my own hiss; how can one woman feel so unbelievably good? The worst part is I’m still pissed at her.

 

“I want to hate you,” I growl against her mouth. “You put us all in danger.” I fuck her harder, and she gasps sharply with each thrust.

 

“You’re still going on about that?” She challenges me with her voice and gives both of my nipples a vicious pinch with her nails. “You big fucking baby.” She pinches again, and this time I cry out. It hurts, but it feels so good; I never want it to stop.

 

“I’m –”

 

She grabs my face and kisses me so hard that the world spins. The words I want to say vanish along with every other thought. I kiss her hard, and our lips mash together. She keeps biting me, so I bite her back while my hands hold her shoulders down. I slam her into my bed, all of my rage and stress pouring out of me. Those emotions define my strength, and I know by the cries she’s making that I’m hurting her; I don’t care. She never tries to get away, and her arms cling to me as though they are part of me.

 

“An…dre…. Fuck me… Andre… oh shit… ANDRE!” Her cries turn into screams, and she climaxes around my throbbing cock. Her walls undulate around me and make me thrust faster. I can feel the strain in my back and my hips, but it only makes me hotter for her. The way she screams my name pushes me faster and faster toward orgasm myself. My balls are so hot they feel like they’ve been put into a broiler, and my cock is ready to explode. Her hands are around my balls again, and they push them against my body. She’s not doing me any favors, but I’m too enveloped in pleasure to stop her.

 

I roar with my own release, and the sound of it makes the room shake. The way she squeezes my testes hurts, and the ache that comes with the pleasure of orgasm sends a series of heavy shudders down my spine. My body tingles, and I kiss her deeply. My anger is still there, but it’s quieter than it was; it helps that my brain is too full of fog to think.

 

“Do you hate me now?”

 

Kristel’s voice comes to me in a soft whisper. I grip her hair and stare into her eyes. My lips taste hers. “Maybe I don’t hate you that much.” My words are a lie. As I stare down into the blue of her eyes, I realize I can never hate her; but I’m terrified to love her.