Wild (13 page)

What was she doing with this guy? Were they on a date? I’d fucked her in the bar, taken her rough and dirty a few nights ago and here she sat all coy and flirty with this fucking idiot?

“Harry.” I nodded my head and growled through clenched teeth. His eyes shot up to me, a look of confusion on his face.

Confusion because I’d growled.

Confusion because I was ready to rip his fucking head off and piss down his neck for even thinking about laying a hand on Kat.

“Hey, Wild. Kat, this is Lane Wild—”

“We’ve met.” I dismissed him with my tone and pinned my eyes on Kat’s. Her greens flashed with anger and alarm as if she was unsure what I would do next. Hell, I wasn’t even sure, so she had every right to be alarmed. “Can we talk for a minute?” I didn’t give her a choice as I hauled her from the booth by her elbow.

“Let go of me,” she hissed and ripped her arm out of my grip.

“We’ll only be a minute, Dr. Ballsack.” I grinned placidly at her dinner companion.

“Lane.” Her mouth dropped open in shock.

“It’s Balzac.” The doctor’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“To-may-to, to-mah-to.” I shrugged.

“We’re having dinner, Lane.” She moved to sit back down in the booth.

“Just a minute.” I nodded at the doctor, plastering a smile on my face as I wrapped my arm around her waist, my fingers gripping into her hip as I dragged her away.

“I believe the lady is trying to politely tell you she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

So Harry Ballsack grows some balls. Ironic.

“Kat? Polite? She may look like a pussycat, but believe me, doc, when the claws come out, she draws blood like a tiger.” I winked at him with all the innuendo I could muster. His mouth opened and closed like a suffocating fish. I was tempted to turn and lift my shirt over my shoulders to show him the evidence, but thought that’d be pushing my point a little far.

“Lane,” Kat growled from beside me. Finally, it seemed like the tiger was out to play. My dick stirred to life with need.

She dug her fingers into my arm and pulled me behind her. “What the fuck are you doing?” she hissed when we were out of earshot. I pulled her toward the men’s restroom.

“I’m not going in there.” She planted her feet on the floor. I turned on her, my eyes wild and crazy with anger and lust pulsing through my system.

I narrowed my eyes, taking in the set of her jaw, her greens blazing with challenge.

“Fine.” I ground through my teeth and headed for the next door, dragging her behind me. I opened it to find a supply closet. I shoved her in ahead of me, before slamming the door behind us. I fished for a light on the wall, flicking it on, so we were bathed in dim light.

“Cornering me in a supply closet? I thought you had more class than that. Wait, this is Wild, what am I thinking?” she scoffed.

“What the fuck are you doing with him?”

“I’m on a date.” She crossed her arms over her chest, the soft flesh of her tits pushing up, creating a deep line of cleavage and causing my dick to twitch in my pants. “What? You don’t like seeing me with someone else? Imagining me
fucking
him?” She emphasized the “f” in fucking as her green eyes bore into mine in the sexiest fucking look I’d ever seen.

I stood for a moment, taking in the fire that coursed through her body when her words finally registered. I knew what she was getting at. I realized now what it must have felt like for her to see Melissa on her knees with my cock in her mouth. But I couldn’t process that line of guilt for long, because all I saw was red.

Oh fuck no.

She did not just say she was going to fuck him.

“You think he can please you like I can? Balding, near-sighted Harry Ballsack?” I wanted to drag my tongue along her flesh, peel her dress down her body with my teeth, growl and nip, and remind her that her body was just for me.

“Don’t call him that.”

“Everyone does. He won’t touch you like I touch you, Kat.” I moved in for the kill. My instinct taking over as I licked at her neck, my hand running down her thigh and thrusting her dress over her hips. “You think he can make you moan like I do? Have you coming all over his fingers, begging for his cock?” I thrust the dainty lace of her panties aside and thrust three fingers between her hot lips.

“I hate you,” she seethed as she tried to push my hand away.

“Is that why your pussy is quivering around my fingers, Sugar? Is that why you’re about to come all over my hand? That’s not hate you feel,” I growled as I sucked at the flesh under her ear.

“It is. I hate you,” she moaned as her head fell back against the wall behind her.

“Let go for me.” I thrust in and out of her, my thumb working circles on her swollen clit, my fingers hooking and pulling at the hot flesh inside of her. She panted and moaned as I thrust hard and fast and nipped at the skin along her collarbone, my other palm fisting at the flesh of her breast beneath her dress.

“Come, Kat. Let go, explode. Make that sexy little moan that I know means you’re coming for me, because only I do this to you. Only I fuck you like this with my fingers.” I slipped my littlest finger further down her slit to tantalize the flesh below her entrance. “Make that little noise you make when I slide my cock into that sweet cunt.”

Her body shot off with release at my words. Her limbs went rigid, her nails digging into the wood shelving surrounding us, one hand in my hair, fisting and pulling, tight enough to bite into my scalp. When her body calmed, the shakes subsiding, her limbs limp, I pulled my hands from her panties and swirled her thick juices around her clean-shaven lips. I pulled my hand from her panties and grabbed the lace, yanking so the fabric slid between her hot lips and grated against her still swollen clit. She gasped softly and writhed against the fabric. Her nipples hard and pressing against her dress. I shoved my fingers into her panties and gathered more of her arousal, before sliding it up her hips, circling a trail around her naval, dusting it along the matching lace of her bra, before spreading her sweet come around her collarbone and up her neck.

My other hand pulled the zipper down on my jeans and released my cock to run against her entrance. I needed to feel her, skin on skin. I’d only ever been this way with her, and I couldn’t hold back. She’d avoided me for days, and I’d slowly been going insane. And now finding her here on another date with that fucking no-dick douche who wouldn’t know what to do with her sweet body no matter how hard he tried, had me not thinking straight.

“When he kisses you tonight, remember this.” I slid my bare cock through her hot lips. “Remember my fingers inside you, your own come all over your body because I put it there,” I growled as I wrapped my palm around her neck, my thumb dusting along her jaw as I held her against the wall. I pinned her with my hips as I rocked against her sweet, damp skin.

“Wild,” she groaned and rocked her hips against mine.

“It’s Lane.” I’d grown accustomed to her use of my given name. Anything else rolling off her lips sounded strange.

I thrust my cock into her, full force, causing her body to drag up the wall behind her. I clutched at her thigh with one hand, holding her to me as I pumped voraciously. Owning her and claiming her right here while she was on a date with someone else, but fuck it. I needed this. I needed her. And she needed the reminder.

She fisted a hand in my hair and held my head into the crevice of her neck while the other held her body steady against a shelf as I fucked her.

I thrust into her and clamped my teeth down on the skin at her neck before I felt her pussy come undone around me. She moaned and clutched my hair as pleasure pulsed through her, transferring to me, and milking my own release from my body. I pumped again and then stilled, my eyes tightly closed as I poured into her. I groaned into her ear as the intense orgasm poured out from my spine and throughout my body. I smelled her own arousal on her skin, the arousal I’d just put there, and the sweet musky scent had my orgasm intensifying.

My heart thudded wildly in my chest as my orgasm waned. Her body held against me just by hips pinning her to the wall as her limbs went limp.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmured before pulling out of her slowly. I dropped my head against her forehead and we sucked in heaving pants of shared air. The smell of our sex surrounding us in the small space, heavy pants passing between us, damp skin pressed against damp skin.

“Yeah,” she moaned and her fingers threaded in my hair. She always did this after we fucked and I loved it. It was always so comforting. I’d come to crave her touch after I came inside her.

I swallowed the painful lump that had formed in my throat before I dragged out of her. She whimpered softly, as if she didn’t want me to leave, before I eased her back down to the floor.

I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing as I pulled my pants up my legs and zipped them. I ran a hand through my hair as she righted her dress and smoothed her soft waves.

Suddenly I remembered where we were, what she was going back to. “Enjoy your date, Sugar.” I slapped the cockiest grin I had on my face and ran my thumb along the seam of her pink lips.

Her eyes flashed with confusion, hurt, anger, I wasn’t sure, before they narrowed and turned into a glare.

“I will.” She shoved past me and headed out the door of the small closet and back to her date.

I followed behind her, a relaxed smile tilting my lips. I shot the good doctor the cockiest grin I could muster.

Guy code.

The look on my face screamed that I’d just fucked her five ways to Sunday and I wanted every man in a five-block radius to know it.

The following morning and I couldn’t get last night out of my head. I’d lain in bed, wide a-fucking-wake, imagining his hands on her, his lips on her skin, her fingers fisted in his hair as he watched her come. I wanted to punch something. Annihilate something. I couldn’t stand the thought.

I didn’t know where things stood between us, but I had a feeling she hadn’t taken too well to my caveman fuck at the restaurant.

So here I was, walking over to the library the next morning, prepared to grovel if need be.

Her car was parked on the other side of the building; no wonder I hadn’t seen it all week. She’d been hiding from me. I stepped through the door, setting the chime off. Her beautiful strawberry hair swirled around her face as she looked up from her desk.

“Hey, Sugar.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face at the sight of her. She only glared at me. Oh shit, this was not looking good. I stepped over and leaned my forearms on the desk. “Can I take you to lunch?” I drank in her features like I was a starved man. The soft swells of her breasts under her fitted shirt, the dusting of freckles along her nose, dark-rimmed eyes, and long eyelashes.

“I already ate,” she murmured without looking up at me.

“Can’t even look me in the face, Sugar?” My irritation flared, but then died when I realized she was too sad to be angry at. “Everything all right?” I reached over and tipped her chin up to meet my eyes.

“I’m fine.” She jerked her chin out of my hands. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I’d never really seen her so resentful. We’d sparred before—it was our thing and I fucking loved it—but this cut straight to the core.

“Can I take you to dinner, then?”

“No.”

I heaved an exasperated sigh.

“Gonna have to level with me here. I’m trying to ask you out and you’re givin’ me nothing. Look, sweetheart, I’ve been inside that sweet body a few times now, is it so wrong that a guy wants to spend some time talkin’ to you?”

“I said don’t call me that. I’m not another one of your whores,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Jesus, Sugar. What crawled up your ass?” I threaded my fingers through my hair.

“Don’t worry about it, Lane.” She flipped a page in her magazine.

“Look, babe. If this is about last night, I’m sorry. I really fucking am, but seeing you with him drove me fucking insane.”

“Ironic, then, isn’t it? Considering I caught you with your dick in someone’s mouth just a few days before.”

“Right.” Fuck, I’d royally fucked this up. Shame and regret ate at me. I was foolish to try and fuck her out of my system. She didn’t deserve that, and the thin thread we’d had that connected us was now severed and the thought made me sick. “I want to take you out. We can talk. Worried about you, babe.” I tipped her chin up to hold my gaze again.

“Don’t be. I told you, I don’t do relationships. I don’t need connections. We fucked a few times; that’s it. Didn’t know you were such a clinger. When Harry took me back to his place last night—”

“You went home with him?” Red seeped into my vision as my blood pulsed through my veins. I clenched my fists at my sides.

“You didn’t think I would?” She arched one beautiful eyebrow. “He said he couldn’t explain it but that I smelled intoxicating,” she purred. I gritted my teeth together, my nostrils flaring. She’d smelled intoxicating because I’d rubbed her come all over her. Fucking backfire.

“You fucked him, Kat—I’ll fucking kill him.” I ground my teeth together painfully trying to restrain myself from stomping out the door and paying a visit to the good doctor. “This ends now.” I stomped round the desk and crouched in front of her, pushed her thighs open with my hands, and pulled the chair toward me so I was between her legs, right where I liked being. She glared at me and her body went rigid beneath my hands. Kat was ready for a fight.