My right nipple teases Oz’s lips. When he tries to latch on, I lean away and make him wait. Between my legs, Oz taunts my clit with the head of his cock. We’re in a holding pattern, waiting for the other one to say please first. I refuse to give in, even though my pussy aches for penetration.

“It’s not really fair,” I murmur while tugging at his hair and leaning back, so my nipples remain out of reach. “You got to come on my chest, but I’ve been orgasm-less for an hour. A real man wouldn’t let his woman go so long without pleasure.”

Smelling a con, Oz asks, “Are you my woman?”

“Yes, Oz, I am,” I whisper, kissing him gently.

Our lips part, and he smiles warmly at me. “Then say ‘please.’”

Rolling my eyes, I growl, “Get your dick out of my way, and I’ll do this shit myself.”

Oz leans his head against the wall and laughs triumphantly. I didn’t say please, but I’m giving up on the challenge. He keeps smiling as his fingers guide his cock into my body.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” he says softly. “I’ll make you come plenty. After all, you’re my woman.”

I hate the grateful smile on my face, but the man so easily wraps me around his pinkie finger. Sighing at the feel of him stretching me open as no man has before; I rest my hands back on his knees and begin rolling my hips. With my reclining position, Oz gains access to both my nipples he’s obsessed with and my nearly orgasmic clit.

Earlier, Oz sucked my tits until he sported an erection that he soon slid between my breasts. I rested my hands under my head and let him fuck my tits to his heart’s content. Oz kneaded my nipples furiously as he got closer to coming, leading me to an achy pussy and our current situation.

Lust blinds me to the reality of saying I’m Oz’s woman. When I was with Madden, we talked about the future, but nothing felt immediate or necessary. We both wanted to be in a relationship more than we wanted to be together. With Madden, I had a choice to stay or leave. Walking away made me unhappy because I’d wanted to be close to someone, not because I wanted to be close to him.

With Oz, I have no choice. Wanting him this much is completely inconvenient. I just arrived in Rawlins. The townhomes aren’t finished. Duffy and Yarrow are especially on edge. I haven’t properly terrified the law enforcement dicks. Everything is in flux, so the last thing I need is to be constantly distracted by my need for a man who comes with kids, a less than enthused with me mother, and a club full of immature, unmarried men. My focus should be on keeping Oz and his guys on their toes rather than calling out his name as if seeing heaven.

“Orgasms look good on you,” he says, pulling me closer so he can slide my nipple into his mouth and suck hungrily.

“Oz, I wish I could come hard enough not to want you.”

He looks up at me, refusing to let go of my nipple, but I see the “fuck you” in his gaze.

Without slowing my hips, I say, “Admit your life would be easier if you were hung up on someone besides me.”

His response is for his teeth to apply threatening pressure to my nipple. I narrow my eyes, daring him to piss me off when I have his balls literally in the palm of my hand. Finally, he lets go of my nipple and lifts his lips to meet mine.

“I admit nothing,” he whispers when the kiss ends. “Ginger is the only woman worth the shit she puts me through.”

“She sounds amazing.”

“She is, but she’s scared of having her heart hurt. I’m working on helping her get over that.”

Brushing my lips against his, I whisper, “Good luck with that.”

His expression is too honest and determined. Instantly, I need away from Oz and his unrelenting desire to force me to open myself completely to him.

“Nope,” he says, tugging me closer.

“I need...”

“Nope,” he says again and maneuvers me onto my back. Now on top, he pins me under him. “There’s nowhere you need to be, Ginger.”

Covering my face with my hands, I struggle with the lack of control. The last time I felt so powerless was with Mitch, but he’s long dead. I know logically that Oz isn’t Mitch, but my heart can’t feel it.

“You see me,” Oz says in a commanding voice. “Not Goofy Hair or monster from your past. You see me and only me. Do you understand?”

I peer at him through my fingers, and a struggle inside me ensues between the damaged woman and the bitch she hides behind. Ginger Snaps wins out, and I wrap my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his fine ass.

“Yes, I understand,” I say through gritted teeth.

Oz only smiles. “I like it rough especially with foxy, temperamental blondes.”

The fear in my chest fades, replaced by lust and what feels a whole lot like love.

It’d be a lie to say I trust Oz, but there’s no denying I need him as I’ve never needed another person in my life. He owns a part of me that I lack control over. My heart and soul listen to him and ignore every damn thing I tell them.

Sex didn’t free me of his pull, instead giving him more power. My big move today with the hotel backfired, and I’m all out of ideas.