Page 78 of Wild Card

The moon silently tugged the tide, my chest reacting to the thudding inside his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while he hoisted me, my back digging into the door, his hand cupping my ass while I rocked against him. I yanked at his tie, ripping buttons and shoving his shirt off while he sucked and kissed along my jaw. His slacks…I needed his slacks gone next.

“Do you want me to fuck you against this door, Mallory?” He breathed the words into my ear, dipping down to capture my nipple in his mouth.

I made a sound of agreement, a hum, or something close to it. Words were a foreign idea at this point. My fingers tugged on the thin belt holding his slacks up, then I was careful with the sewn button of his pants, peeling the buttery material down until I could see the tip of his cock peeking out from his dark boxers. I pushed them down enough to grip his erection.

Yes.

“You want my cock inside you?” He lowered one of his hands and rubbed the tip along my slit. Half hanging against the door, I arched against the wood, needing it to dig into my back while he pinned me there. “Say it.” The crown of his erection nudged my entrance, and I considered that this might actually ruin me.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, rocking forward against him, needing him to fill me completely.

He pushed inside of me, so hard and so deep I let out some kind of pitiful moan or scream. Whatever it was, it had him grabbing me with both hands again as he pulled out then slammed back into me.

“So fucking tight.” He grunted.

He did it again, sliding out, only to slam in until his cock was coated with my arousal and I’d adjusted to his length.

Then we moved like crazed creatures about to combust. I clung to him as he pumped in and out of me, my back hitting the door with loud and obnoxious thuds. His grunts, my moans…if someone were in the hall, they’d know exactly what we were doing. This was madness. I wasn’t this girl who got fucked against doors or sat on a guy’s face the night after he told me his plans to fuck someone else. I hated that he drove me to this point of obsession, of proving how quickly I was unmade and rebuilt into his plaything.

My chest heaved up and down, my tits bouncing as he pumped ruthlessly in and out of me. It felt like he was punishing me for tonight, like he wanted our disagreement settled this way, and I was saying yes. Figuratively and physically, over and over again.

“Decker!” I gasped as my climax started in my toes, working up to my chest where I was hardly breathing, my head tossed back as undignified moans erupted from my lips. He matched me with groans, my name falling from his lips repeatedly like he was saying a prayer while he claimed his release. I wanted to cling to him, to hold him, have something serene and soft between us, not just wild abandon, but that felt like surrender and forgiveness, which I wasn’t sure I was ready to extend.

Decker’s chest still heaved heavily while he lowered me, then he adjusted my dress until it was covering me once again. He ducked away, quickly scanning the room. He found a box of tissues near the piano and tossed it my direction while fixing his shirt and tie. The only sound in the room was of shuffling clothes and heavy breathing.

Once I cleaned myself up, I searched for my underwear, only to realize belatedly that he’d ripped them; the remnants were being picked up by the man who’d just fucked me against a door. He shoved them into his pocket, watching me with a guarded expression.

“That isn’t how I wanted it to be for us,” Decker whispered, buttoning what was left of his shirt. His hand reached around me while he shook his head. The latch lifted while he seemed to contemplate his words. He was taking too long for me, so I ran my fingers through his hair to fix it.

“Then how?”

His thumb ran along my bottom lip. Before I could say anything else, the door opened at our back, forcing us to move to the side. Elias walked in carrying two waters, his face falling as soon as he saw Decker and me still entangled in each other’s arms. My confusion swirled and battered against me, making me wonder at his timing. He’d said he was going to come back up…but he didn’t carry any food with him.

I didn’t understand why my face felt so hot, or why it felt like I couldn’t get enough air.

Decker looked surprised, but it somehow didn’t settle the feeling I suddenly had in the pit of my stomach.

“So this is why you wanted me to come check on her?” Elias scoffed, shaking his head.

Decker glowered at him, holding my wrist. “Get the fuck out.”

“No, you wanted me to see this, right? After we fought tonight about the feelings I confessed having for her, you had to go and fuck her against the door, knowing I was on the other side.”

I was going to be sick.

“No!” Decker shouted, likely realizing how fucked up this entire thing was. “Baby, no that’s not…” He let me go, trying to face me.

I couldn’t meet Decker’s eyeline.

“Isn’t it?” Elias challenged.

“You came over to the team house, busting down my door telling me to back off your girl, and I explained that I had real feelings for her. Next thing I know, I’m getting this random invite to show up at this party tonight, and now this.”

I started for the door.

“Mallory, he’s lying. That isn’t what happened here. I didn’t invite him. I didn’t know he was out there.” Decker ran after me, but Elias stopped him.

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