“Yeah, this dude keeps calling asking for her. I told him she’s been busy.”
Cade’s busy teasing Theo this morning. An expression for the memory books, Theo’s mouth drops open in shock, his eyes eager for more of an explanation. If I didn’t feel sorry for him, I would take part in Cade’s ribbing. But I can’t. Poor thing looks panicked.
Farther into the kitchen, Cade continues his torture, goading Theo with thoughts of competition. Both men are relaxed, lounging at the small breakfast table, Cade with his back to me, his feet kicked up on the glass tabletop. He knows better than that.
“You don’t know his name?” Theo’s apprehension is evident as he adjusts his posture, sitting taller in his chair, squaring his broad shoulders. Now, barely on the edge of his seat, he scoots closer to Cade, desperate to know more.
“Nope,” Cade pops the “p” in nope, reveling in making Theo squirm, “just that he keeps calling.”
Okay, that’s enough. He’s had his fun. I waltz in, knock into Cade’s chair, startling his feet off the table. He turns slightly, looking every bit of sheepish as he should. “Morning, Commander,” he drawls lazily, flashing me a boyish grin.
“Major. I see you’re in good spirits this morning.” I jerk my head in Theo’s general direction so he knows I heard his bullshit story.
The brilliance of his smile ratchets up, his cheeks plumping along his strong, angular jaw. Body tense, he stands, holding in a laugh. “Now that you’re here, I have some business I need to attend to.” Those emeralds glisten mischievously as he gives me a sly wink, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss to my cheek.
A growl interrupts him.
Chuckling, Cade heads toward the back door that leads out to the barn. “Von Bremen,” he calls, tipping his chin in a playful gesture.
As soon as the door clicks shuts, Theo pops off. “He is such a dick-bag. What kind of business does he have to attend to anyway? Wiping asses? Admit it, he sits around here all day watching bullshit HGTV, all cozy in his beige robe, eating Oat Bran out of Grandma McCallister’s fine china.”
I try really hard not to laugh and encourage Theo’s behavior, but I can’t seem to help it when he keeps on, obviously on a roll this morning. “I mean, he has to get that stick out of his ass somehow, right?”
Giggling, I smack his arm, pulling up a chair to face him.
“Don’t start this morning,” I scold, tugging his clenched hands from his lap, the only indication that his joke was a mask to cover his anxious mood. With slow, methodic massages to his palms, I ask soothingly, “What are you doing today?”
He’s only home for the next two days, then it’s back to D.C.—or the pits of hell, as he likes to call it.
He shrugs, almost childlike. “I have something this afternoon but nothing after that. You think we could go out for dinner later?”
He’s uneasy, his usual cockiness vanishing with each twitch of his fingers. He chews absently on his bottom lip, his mind somewhere else. What’s going on with him this morning?
“Sure. Anywhere in particular?”
“Uh, I have a place in mind. I need to see if we can get a table though. I’ll let you know.”
This is new. Theo and I have frequented most all the restaurants Madison has to offer at one time or another. I’m not an expensive date. We usually gorge on tacos and takeout at our two favorite hole-in-the-wall places, ten miles down the road. So, the need to call for a table sparks my interest immensely.
“Sounds exciting. Just let me know. Cade and I have a meeting with the Veteran’s Association this afternoon about establishing a foundation.”
“What? You’re establishing a foundation?”
Now it’s my turn to be nervous. I haven’t really discussed my vision with Theo. Cade and I agreed it was something we both wanted to do. We’re in this for the long haul.
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t mention it?”
Theo eyes me like I’m hiding something. I’m not. I’m just not sure how he’s going to react to this new admission. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job as a physician. I love the MLB, too. But, I love these vets and want nothing more than to help them integrate back into society. They deserve kindness and compassion and nothing is going to stop me from giving them everything I possibly can. I finally feel like I’ve found my calling.
I finally feel a sense of redemption for my father.
Had someone been there for him like I am for these guys, then maybe, just maybe, I would have had him longer than two short years.
“No, you didn’t mention it. What about your job?”
I shrug, buying time. This is the hard part. I need to be honest. Theo and I love to delude ourselves into thinking that he must have me to be able to pitch with expert precision.
“You don’t need me full time, Theo. You never have.”
I massage his hands harder, attempting to take the sting out of what I’m confessing. I don’t want to work for Theo full time anymore. I want to be here, helping where I’m needed the most.
Theo is shaking his head in disagreement before I can elaborate further. “That’s not true.”
But it is. He knows it, I know it.
“Yes, it is. Your team trainers have more experience than I will ever be able to acquire.”
He pulls back his hands, interlacing them behind his head. Letting him go seems like a goodbye. Crazy, right? I’m scared this is the beginning of the end for us. I kept holding on to the hope that fate would step in and make us work somehow, but now… I’m not so sure.
Theo stands, his hands tugging at the strands of those beautiful, midnight waves that I’ve spent countless hours running my own fingers through. “What are you saying?”
My throat works to swallow down the huge-ass lump in my throat as I wrack my brain for the best way to say this to him. The pained expression on his face breaks my fucking heart.
Just pull off the Band-Aid, Ans.
“I want to reduce my hours with the MLB.”
“You mean, with me?” He’s hurt, there’s no denying it now. Those midnight blues glaze over and nothing but sheer agony replaces the usual mischievous gleam.
I’m out of my chair, clutching his arms before he can get away. “No, not from you. Never from you.”
I rub soothingly, against the downy-fine hair along his arms. Nestling into his strong shoulder, I continue breaking my best friend’s heart.
“I want to be with you, Teddy, but, this is my calling.” My voice quivers as I struggle to get the last word out.
Theo picks up my distress, instinctively wrapping his arms around me, comforting me when I’m the one hurting him. His embrace is safe. Soothing.
He inhales a ragged breath. I’m preparing myself for the inevitable pain of parting ways with someone who has been by my side for fifteen years. My muscles tense painfully at the thought of him with another girl. If he moves on after this and finds a girl who will travel the world with him, then, I will be happy for them. Eventually. Okay, that is a total lie. I will hate that bitch to the point of psychosis.
“I need to go.” Abruptly, Theo pushes away and places a sweet kiss to my forehead. “We’ll discuss it later, okay?”
I’m relieved there will be a later. That this isn’t our final goodbye.
“Okay,” I whisper, my heart in my throat.
With a curt nod and a frown, he leaves me standing in the middle of an empty kitchen. For some reason, I’ve never felt more alone than I do at this moment.
“You okay, Commander?”
The Veteran’s Association in Atlanta spares no expense for their visitors. Insert sarcasm here. Currently, Cade and I are still waiting in this muted, boring-ass waiting area that looks as though the Pillsbury Dough Boy had one too many biscuits and barfed all over this tiny closet they call a waiting area. The dreadful cream paint colors and matching drapes aren’t the only details annoying me. Worse, is the hard-plastic chair that is digging into my back, making me think of creative ways to blackmail one of the guys for a massage later.
I raise my head, meeting Cade’s worried expression. He’s picked up on my anxiety. My knee has been bouncing continuously since we got here. Damn Theo, making me worry. Shit’s been distracting me all day. I flash Cade a fake smile, reassuring him that I’m okay. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little spat with Theo. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
By the quirk of Cade’s brow, I can tell he thinks I’m lying. He won’t call me out on it, though, he’s too much of a gentleman for that.
He simply nods, moving the conversation along. “You told him about reducing your hours?”
Exhaling into the stale air of the room, I look skyward. “Yep.”
“And… what did he say?”
I don’t really want to talk about it at the moment. Theo and I may not be fine after this. The way we left it was…I don’t know. It’s still too raw to judge. But I don’t want to hurt Cade’s feelings either so I suck it up and answer, fighting through my desire to bottle it up.
“Nothing, really. He was hurt but said we would talk about it later.”
I shrug like it’s not a big deal. But we both know it is a very big deal. My whole relationship with Theo has been built on excuses. Not wanting to be the only virgin in med school. Him needing a trainer. Me needing a residency program. No, we both knew what we were doing with each other. I wanted him from the first minute I saw him shooting that basketball with terrible form. I was desperate to have him and he wanted me, too. Bad. But we never knew how to cross that line with each other. We were so scared to ruin something perfect, we found excuse after excuse to alter it. Like somehow that made it easier. Now, with the bullshit blown to hell, we don’t know where to go. Our lives are on different paths.
“He loves you.”
I jerk at Cade’s admission. Cade and I don’t discuss Theo and me. Ever. He doesn’t want to know and I don’t want to share. Even though Cade has become my best friend and confidant, I still don’t share my feelings for Theo with him. I’m ashamed of the things I’ve done to stay in Von Bremen’s life.
“I know that… but sometimes love isn’t enough, you know?”
He shrugs, his eyes going to the dingy, nineteen-sixties tiled floor. “Maybe you should let him go and see what happens.”
For a solid minute, all I do is blink at Cade in full-on freak-out mode. I’m talking crazy-eye staring.
He shrugs and adds, “It’s just a thought. Make him shit or get off the pot. Stop being his bitch.”
My mouth drops open in shock. “You think I’m Theo’s bitch?”
He grins, shrugging boyishly.
“I am fucking offended, Major!” I’m really not, but Cade being so forthcoming and honest about his opinion is a nice change of pace. It means he’s opening up more. I’m trying to mask my excitement by glaring shamelessly. “I can’t believe you called me a bitch.”
Cade’s eyes go wide in horror. He thinks he offended me, but the B word does not do it for me. Call me a cunt and it’s on but bitch, nah.
I laugh, unable to contain my farce any longer. “Gah! You are so damn gullible, Cade. It almost takes the fun out of teasing you.”
His returning scowl is interrupted by an underpaid minion with a bad bottle job and an attitude to match, requesting us to follow her to the back.
Fucking finally!
We go down a grimy hall to a tiny office, where we take a seat in fantastic chairs matching the ones in the waiting area and explain that we are looking to establish a foundation, given our current situation with a house full of veterans.
With a blank expression, the pimply-faced teen twirls his earbuds, completely zoned out to our pleas. Okay, he’s probably twenty and he’s twirling a pencil, but still, he’s staring at us like he hates his job and could give a shit less about our guys or the needs of the community.
“We’ll look this over and get back to you,” says the teenager with a pencil between his teeth.
Well, you can’t fix stupid. I know a dead-end when I see it and this kid is not going to do anything for us. We’ll have to find another way.
I get up, nodding my head in defeat at Pimples, when Cade shocks the hell out of me by standing abruptly, his chair sliding back into the wall behind us. With calculated steps, he crowds the teen, those bulging muscles bent over the dinky metal desk, looking like the freaking Hulk gone rogue.
“See that you do, or I’ll be back to discuss it with you personally.” He slams a meaty fist down on the desk, causing everything on the surface to jump in terror—even the bobblehead on the bookshelf behind Pimples starts nodding his head.
Holy mother of fucks! My Cade is a total badass!
Holding back a smug-ass look that clearly says, booya, I do a slight victory sway at the smarmy shit who’s nodding his agreement with a vengeance. My work here is done. My Cade has finally stood up for himself. He’s no longer the meek, I-don’t-deserve-to-live guy. The Major has fucking returned!
I’m excited when we leave, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet. We aren’t out the door two minutes before I turn, a huge-ass grin on my face. “What the fuck was that in there, Betty Badass?”
Cade rolls his eyes, ignoring my little happy dance as we make our way to the car. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you fucking do! That was some badassery in there. I thought you were going to grab that little prick and give him a swirly in the nearest toilet.”
His raspy laugh has me doubling over, tears pricking my eyes, in sheer happiness. My Cade. My fucking Cade is getting better.
“I was going to do no such thing. Just drop it. Get in the car.”
He tosses me the keys before folding himself into the SUV, his sour expression effectively halting any further comments. That’s okay, I will let it go for now but only because I know he’s on the mend and I’m sure this won’t be the last we see of Badass Cade.
The farmhouse is quiet when we arrive that evening. Cade and I stopped by the bank, pleading our case for new renovations to house more guys. They were more willing to discuss than the Veteran’s Association, informing us of government programs and private donors that could help. The experience boosted our spirits so much that we stopped for lunch, me prattling on about my big ideas and the future I have planned for me, Cade and the guys. We even procured a little surprise for the guys. After finishing up the day at the grocery store, we’re fucking beat. Apart from the VA, today was a good day.
“Where is everyone,” I wonder out loud, noticing no lights are on save one upstairs.
Not a soul comes to assist us with the groceries. These guys are like flies on shit when it’s grocery day. With all the food they consume on a daily basis, grocery days usually come with a welcome committee.
“Did they go out?” I question Cade, who’s looking just as confused as I am.
It’s not like I ban them from leaving the property. This isn’t a prison, but usually they tell me where they’re off to.
“They were supposed to be finishing up the painting on the barn today. Hayes didn’t mention them going out tonight.”
“Huh. Okay, well, looks like it’s just you and me lugging all these groceries in.”
Cade groans but quickly begins to pile bag after bag onto his arms, causing the veins to protrude ever so slightly. It’s extremely distracting. “Are you going to grab some bags or just stare at me at all night?”
Have you ever? This motherfucker has jokes.
“Funny. I bet you get all the ladies with that chivalry. What happened to men doing all the heavy lifting?”
Cade’s eyebrows pull together as he mulls over my words. Good gracious, it was a joke! Cade, a gentleman through and through, actually feels bad.
“I’m joking. Get that fine ass moving so we aren’t here all night.”
He hesitates, wanting to argue but after a little swat to the butt he gets moving, never uttering another word.
We’ve unloaded and put away ten tons of groceries and are kicked back on the sofa when Hayes bursts through the door, his eyes blazing with something I can’t place.
“Commander, we need you down at the pond. Mason dove in and hit something. He’s hurt.”
Cade and I spring from the sofa, our bodies in motion before Hayes can say more.
“Major!” Hayes reaches out for Cade, stopping him.
I don’t wait around. I rush through the patio door, my eyes scanning for Mason. The dew on the grass causes me to slip as I race to the pond.
I hope it’s not his neck. I can fix anything except for a spinal injury. Images of Mason gasping for breath, waiting for me, push me faster. When I crest the hill, I immediately draw to a halt.
In front of me, thousands of white lights are braided through the trees, creating a shimmering fantasy of stars. The old wooden gazebo is adorned with candles and beautiful calla lilies.
“Madam.” I’m startled by Mason’s outstretched hand.
“You jerk! I should beat your ass!” I swat at him, not sure if I’m more surprised or pissed.
“I’m sorry, Commander. Just following orders.”
My eyes narrow as I try to figure out just what the hell is going on here. And whose orders is he following?
He fists his fingers and stretches them out again, reminding me that I’ve yet to take his hand. Hesitantly, I reach out, securing my hand in his rough, much larger one.
Mason leads me down the hill slowly, mindful of the dew, right to the gazebo where a small two-person table has been placed in the center with two metal chairs. The small café-style table is covered in white linens, a glass vase of calla lilies centered in the middle, matching ones strategically placed throughout the gazebo, accentuating the rustic structure. Beautiful doesn’t even cover it. It’s magical.
“Ma’am.” Mason pulls out a chair for me.
I sit, sliding my hands under my butt to keep my them from shaking with nerves. Now, sitting under the magic of the lights, my leggings and Theo’s throwback college tee seem underwhelming.
Mason excuses himself with a secret smile as Tim approaches with one of my baking sheets, using it as a serving tray. I almost laugh at their improvisation but don’t when I hear Tim’s uneven tone as he struggles to pronounce his question.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Taking his hand in mine, squeezing softly, I answer, “I would love a water, thank you.”
He nods, turns and heads for the house. I’m looking around, taking in the fairy land that my backyard has become, when the rustling of footsteps capture my attention.
“I see you found the place.” Theo’s cocky smile makes my heart squeeze with sappy love. He’s dressed casually in jeans, a snug t-shirt clinging to his sculpted chest. He looks delicious. And he’s all mine.
“I see you’re late as usual.” I break the intense moment with some shitty humor. I’m not this prim and proper girl who expects to be wined and dined under a canopy of stars. Don’t get me wrong, I love the beauty of it. The whole charade makes me feel small and girly. But I’m more of a beer and quick romp under the moonlight kind of girl. Especially with Theo.
He chuckles awkwardly, wiping his hands on his thighs. “You know I like to make an entrance.”
I agree, twisting my fingers in knots underneath the tablecloth so he doesn’t see how nervous I really am. He pulls out the remaining chair, making himself comfortable as only he can do. His posture is slouchy as he stretches his legs, knocking them into mine.
“So, what’s good here?”
A laugh bursts from my lips as his quip breaks up the nervousness churning in my stomach, not unlike indigestion. I relax further in the chair, my eyes cutting to his amused face. “What are you doing, Von Bremen?”
Those midnight blues glow under the ambiance of the lights, making him seem ethereal. Laid back, arms folded across his chest, jaw strong and flexing as that boyish dimple plays peekaboo, he looks like my own avenging angel. He flashes me his trademark smile before his tongue sweeps out, moistening that plump bottom lip that’s just begging for me to bite it.
“I need extra innings,” he confesses with a nervous twitch of his mouth, his finger already slipping in between his lips.
Not sure what he means, I ask again, pulling his hand from his mouth. “Extra innings?”
Tim returns before he can answer, placing a water along with a bottle of expensive wine in front of us. I scoot closer, pouring us a glass to help ease the nerves about whatever he needs to say. Theo frowns at the glass I’m pouring and then almost like a bomb, he explodes from the table, and is pacing in the small space between the railing of the gazebo. I can’t help the stupid smile that forms on my face. This is the Theo I know.
“I’m an asshole.” His hands are already in his hair, pulling in frustration.
I rise from the table, too, wanting to comfort him, to ease the burden he feels in confessing this.
He stops me with his hand at my chest. “I need to get this out.”
I raise my hands in mock surrender, sitting down, giving him the space he’s requested.
“I’m an asshole. I know this. And, I know you have always tolerated this in me, and for that, I’m grateful. But, Ans…”
His steps increase, his pacing faster, as though he wants to run.
“It can’t end this way. I can’t lose you.” His apprehension shows as he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.
“Theo, I don’t understand. What’s ending?”
He hesitates and then nods once as if he’s made up his mind, moves in front of me and kneels. “I wanna date you, McCallister. I’m ready to blow this friendship to hell. I’m asking for another shot.”
Tiny pinpricks stab my eyes as the realization of what he’s saying sinks in. He wants me. He wants to date me. Not to be my friend or even friends with benefits. He wants to date me.
He’s waiting patiently for an answer. Before I speak, I clear the sudden lump from my throat. No one wants to sound like a demented frog when giving such a precious answer. I’m ecstatic he’s finally taking this step after all these years, but I’m scared, too. Having him as a friend is better than nothing. Do I really want to lose him on the off chance he changes his mind or finds someone else?
“Theo, what if it doesn’t work out?”
He’s in my face, pulling me to my feet. “What if it does? Come on, Ans. Nobody puts up with my shit better than you.”
Is that meant to be a compliment? That I’m the idiot who deals with his bullshit? Yeah, I guess I am. I love his bullshit. I’m in love with his crazy.
I tug him close, burying my face in his chest. “I can’t lose you.”
He squeezes me tight, comforting me in his strong arms. “You won’t.”
Opening and closing, my mouth can’t decide if I should argue my concerns or kiss the breath from him, when sweeps me over his shoulder fireman-style, swatting my ass playfully.
“Time’s up, McCallister. We’re doing this. I’m issuing an order, Commander. Do you dare defy me?”
He called me Commander.
I’m giggling as he steps carefully out of the gazebo.
“Where are we going? I’m hungry!”
“Oh, we’re going to eat. I just have a taste for something different now.”
“I’m serious. I need food!” I’m only half joking though and am actually more interested in where he’s taking me and what he’s going to do when he gets there.
“Shut up, McCallister. You’ll get your damn tacos.”
I’m grinning like a fool, knowing that he stuck to our thing and didn’t try to be someone he’s not. I don’t need fancy shit. I just need him.
I can’t see much hanging upside down, but can tell he’s taking us closer to the pond. My fingers roam the waistband of his jeans looking for an opening to slide my hand through.
Before I can find my mark—aka that phenomenal ass—he swats mine, stinging my legging-covered behind. “Behave!”
I pull back, bracing my hands against his lower back, kneading the muscles that makeup the fabulous v-line, pointing to the holy land. He comes to a stop and kneels before unceremoniously depositing me onto a quilt spread across the grass.
I take a minute, righting my shirt from its location over my shoulders. The blanket looks familiar. I realize after a moment, it’s the blanket. The one from our first time.
“Where did you get this?” I question on a gasp, my fingers tracing the delicate seams of the precious memento.
I swear, I threw it in the dumpster that night, after he left for Vanessa’s. I was hurt and that red stain mocked me so much that I couldn’t bear to look at those tiny blue flowers ever again. I hated that blanket, it reminded me of a time when I allowed myself to be vulnerable.
“I found it. Can you believe someone threw it in the dumpster outside our apartment?” He gives me a look. “Saw it when I took out the trash the next day. It was the damnedest thing.”
I keep quiet, giving nothing away.
He crowds me, pushing into me gently. “I want redemption. Let me love you the way you deserved that night.”
His confession clouds every ounce of reasoning I have. Are we doing this? Are we changing our entire relationship into something different? Do I want this? After all these years, do I want this with Theo? His hand brushes along my cheek, my eyes closing at the sweet gesture.
“Ok, Von Bremen. Let’s fuck up this friendship.”
Hands that have hurled ninety-nine-mile-an-hour fastballs grip my hips, pulling me down on the blanket beneath him. This time it’s not awkward when he lifts my shirt, easing it over my head. My leggings are peeled down to my ankles in one motion as he pins my hands to my stomach in one of his.
“Let me this time.”
I tilt my head in acceptance, watching as his draws up on his knees, lifts his shirt slowly, allowing me the liberty of counting each pack of muscle on his abs. He knows how I like it.
“Lay back.”
It’s not Thursday, but I’ll let him have this one demand. In slow compliance, I ease off my elbows just as he hastily pushes me back onto the blanket.
I obey, lying still against the cool fabric of the blanket. Massaging, he starts at my toes, moving to the arch of my foot, working his way up to my calf. His tongue sweeps out, readying his lips.
“I love the way you taste, McCallister. Every damn inch of you tastes like my very own piña colada.”
I snicker, recognizing that he’s talking about my coconut oil.
He bends, kissing then sucking the inner part of my thighs. My body flushes, relaxing into his touch while his hands and lips creep farther up my leg until his face is inches from my bare pussy.
“Mmm…just what I was craving.”
I chuckle at his theatrical comment until the heat of his mouth closes over my clit, rendering me completely mute. A long, leisurely suck has my back bowing off the ground in pleasure. “More,” I beg, grasping his shoulders, almost as if I am trying to pull his face inside of me.
He fulfills my request, sliding in a long finger as his tongue worships my bundle of nerves in a hypnotic circular motion. I’m on fire as my hands move to his head, pressing him down, smothering him in my juices.
“You taste so good,” he moans, not giving a shit that I’ve immobilized his head to my pussy. The vibration of his voice sends tingles throughout my body, causing my legs to tremble.
“I need you.” I’m on the cusp of begging. I can’t take anymore, I need to feel all of him.
Shushing me with a bite, he works me over like a new glove. Over and over, stretching and moistening until my body is tight, trembling with the need for release.
When he has me at his mercy, he pulls up, his face glistening with my arousal. We turn rabid, fumbling with the button of his jeans, shoving them down far enough to free his erection.
“See what you do to me?”
I ease my hand between us, teasing the planes along his abdomen until I reach his swollen tip dripping his desire for me. Swiping the pre-cum that’s beaded up in anticipation with my finger, I bring it to my lips, holding his eager eyes, and suck off exactly what I did to him.
He groans, tortured, his eyes closing. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Thank goodness. I take him in my hand, not needing to be told twice, and guide his hardened length to my awaiting entrance.
No cicadas are out like the first time. Instead, our gasps and moans are the only sounds that echo in the open air when he pushes into me. This time he’s slow, with leisurely strokes, not because he’s scared to hurt me, but because he’s savoring the moment. This time, his thrusts are smooth and unhurried. This time, he’s making love to me under these stars.
He thrusts in gently, deep, pressing up against the rippled flesh that holds the key to my explosive orgasm. My whimpers fill the air, encouraging him to a more hurried pace until we are back to our normal hard, punishing rhythm.
“I’m so sorry. I wanted to go slow but this pussy…”
Another hard push steals my breath as he slings my knee over his flexing shoulder. My back is screaming as it takes grueling hits on the ground.
“This pussy… fucking owns me.”
Sometimes, ladies, this is as good as you’re going to get with the compliments from your man. Don’t take it personally. He means well. And if you really think about it, he’s saying I own him—or my pussy does. But that bitch belongs to me. I own his ass at this moment, and if that doesn’t make you feel all sorts of powerful I don’t know what will.
I grip his hips and try to flip him. He’s stronger than me but realizes what I need and rolls over to his back, giving me control. Straddling his hips, I spear myself onto him as I pound the air from his lungs.
“Damn right, I do,” I agree, taking my ownership a step further.
I am going to ride this man like he’s the last train to Hogwarts.
“Tell me, Von Bremen, do you like to scream?”
The wicked gleam in his eyes is my undoing. My rhythm falters when he sits up, his hands on my hips, controlling me now.
“No, but I love the sound of yours.”
Pushing me to my limit, he impales me, over and over, reaching that coveted spot that leads me to orgasmic bliss. Over and over, we growl and grunt, promises and threats.
“You’ll never fuck another man.”
“I’ll bury a bitch that looks at you with more than a glare.”
“I’ll kill Cade if he touches you.”
“You’re mine, Von Bremen.”
We come together in chaos, our bodies uncoordinated as we attempt to crawl inside each other, further marking each other for any other.
This time, there’s no going back.