Everything I had. That's what I was giving her.

The harder I fucked her, the tighter she clung to me, pulling me inside of her so that I felt like our skin fused together.

"August..." Her name came out of my mouth without me meaning to. I wanted to say something more, but her name and,"Fuck," were all I could manage, the only words that made any sense right now. What the fuck was I doing. What the fuck were we doing? Fucking in a dirty diner bathroom...this wasn't right, this wasn't what I wanted.

But I wanted her. And if the only way to have her was to slam her up against the tiled wall and let her rake her nails down my back, then so fucking be it.

"I want to hear you," I told her, sliding my hand down in between her legs. My thumb found her clit, and I rubbed in tight circles in time with my frenzied thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut, her whole face straining with the need to keep silent. She arched into my hand, grinding herself against me as I fucked her, hips bucking as I felt her muscles tightening around my cock. "Open your eyes," I growled when I knew she was starting to lose control. "Look at me and say my fucking name when I make you come."

Her eyes snapped open and blazed at me, but she clamped her lips together, denying me the sound of my name. With a growl, I thrust higher, making her yelp, her lips falling open as I massages her clit with the heel of my hand. "Fuck," she whimpered, and I could feel the muscles fluttering inside of her,

"No. That's not my fucking name." I rasped. "Close. But not it."

She silenced a scream, swallowing it back down into her throat. She shook her head wildly, her curls bobbing frantically. I slowed my thrusts, deepening each stroke. Her lips fell open and I felt my cock twitch, and that white heat start coiling in my belly. Watching her, seeing her fall apart like this, I wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. I bent and sank my teeth into her shoulder, growling in a voice I barely recognized as my own. "Say my fucking name, August."

"Jules!" Angry. Giving in. Surrendering. And suddenly she was coming, her head thrown back, her teeth gritted together, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a strangled noise. As if she was trying to resist this.

As if she was trying to resist me.

"Fuck," I snarled, pulling out.

Her eyes flew open, and she glared at me indignantly. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"Nowhere," I told her, grabbing hold of her hips, I spun her around. "I told you I was going to spank you," I reminded her. "Only reason I'm not taking your across my knee is there isn't enough room in this place.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You underestimate me, love." I brushed my hand over her smooth, round, ass cheek. "In fact, I think that's been your problem all along."

I lifted my hand and cracked an open-palmed slap across her ass. A shocked, "ah," fell from her lips, but before she could react any further, I spread her legs wider and slid into her from behind.

She was my hell, but she felt like heaven. "Yes," I hissed, as I sank back inside of her,

"Fuck," she yelled again, reaching back to grab hold of my hips, wanting me to give her everything I had, but still wanting to control it. "No, love. This round I'm in charge." I grabbed her hands and and pinned them against the wall, high above her head. With one hand I held her there, while I pressed the palm of my other hand against her clit. Holding her there, thrusting in time with my strokes on her clit, while she swallowed little yelping noises each time I slammed into her from behind, I lost control.

"August," I growled, nipping at her earlobe. "You're mine," I told her. The words sounded so fucking right that I repeated them each time I fucked into her, "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine," and then she was coming again, hot and wild, her back arched and it was too much for me to hold back any longer, and I came harder than I'd ever come in my fucking life.

For one beautiful moment, I was holding her as she slumped back against my chest. Her head lolled heavy on my shoulder. I bent to kiss her on hers.

She whirled around, her expression unreadable. I didn't know if she was ready to kiss me or slap me, but it was sort of a mixture of both as she slammed her mouth it to mine. She kept her eyes open, watching me as she took my lower lip. Watching me as she bit down until my eyes widened. Then she pulled back, smiling, and I knew that was her way of marking me, telling me that I was hers.

Fucking finally.

I turned and grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser and ran it under the hot water. I handed it to her. She said nothing as she cleaned herself off. Only lifted her chin when she was done.

"All clean," I nodded.

Her lip twitched. "Like it never even happened."

"You want to pretend that? We back to playing games now?"

She didn't answer me. "I'm going out first," she said instead.

"Whatever you want love," I said.

She nodded silently and slipped out the door. I waited, holding back, wondering if she'd understood me. She probably thought I was agreeing with about leaving the bathroom one by one so no one saw us together. But I meant so much more than that.