Page 49 of Fury

“So, you stopped trying altogether?”

“It’s easier this way.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Fury, but I reckon we both know the truth.”

I head for the stairs, stopping when a tiny hand grips my wrist. I turn to find Jennie, and my heart sinks with disappointment. “You want company?” she asks, smiling wide.

I give a stiff nod, and she slips her hand in mine, letting me lead her to my room.

Xanthe

I lookover to the bar, and my heart sinks when I realise Fury isn’t there. I excuse myself from the guys who have spent the last hour trying to outdo one another to impress me. And if my head wasn’t so full of him, maybe I’d have noticed, or even cared enough to entertain it.

I take the stairs two at a time. If I’m not mistaken, he’d been fighting, because even though I was across the room from him, I thought his eyes looked swollen.

I go into my room and grab my bag. I always carry a first aid kit no matter what, and I smile to myself as I head for Fury’s room. I’ve spent the day without him, and I’ve missed him. At least I have an excuse to sit with him for a while.

I knock lightly and push the conjoining door open, stopping in my tracks when I spot Jennie, naked and dancing around the room to Beyoncé. Fury is watching from his half-sitting position on the bed, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

She spins, her eyes falling on me, and her step falters. Fury then looks to me, and there’s a hint of regret in his eyes which is quickly replaced with a confident smirk. “You coming to join us?” he asks, arching a brow, and Jennie gives a smug grin.

I scoff before slamming the door closed.Pig.

Minutes later, I’m on my bed staring out the window when the door opens. Fury clears his throat, but I don’t acknowledge him, relieved I already have my back to him.I don’t even know why I’m so mad. He’s single, after all.

“She’s gone,” he says, and I want to retort with something smart, but I remain quiet, hoping he’ll assume I’m asleep and leave. “It was a bad idea. I don’t even want anyone else. I just saw you with them and . . .” He trails off. “I was jealous.”

I narrow my eyes before looking back over my shoulder, unable to keep quiet any longer. “Fuck you.”

He arches a surprised brow. “You’re mad at me?”

“I’m confused by you,” I snap, pushing to sit up. “You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to want me either. So, fuck you, Reese Northman.”

He shrugs. “You’re right,” he admits simply, stepping farther into the room. “I don’t want to see my brothers pawing at you like some cheap whore.”

My eyes widen. “Get the fuck out,” I yell.

He realises his mistake and tries to backtrack, but I’m already off the bed and storming towards him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Out,” I scream, pointing to the door.

“I meant that’s how they’ll treat you.”

“Maybe I want them to,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Maybe having one of your big, strong brothers throw me around the room, treating me like a sexy whore, is exactly what I want.” I narrow my eyes further, noting how his fists are clenched by his sides in anger. “Maybe,” I continue, thrilled that I’m pushing his buttons, “I should sign up to be a club whore. Jennie can show me the ropes.”

He charges me, sweeping me into his arms and kissing me with so much force, I almost lose my balance despite him holding me. I relax into his hold as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, sending flutters to my core. I gently cup his face, using the tips of my fingers to graze his jawline, and he groans somewhere deep in the back of his throat as he walks me backwards until my legs hit the bed. He lowers me down onto the mattress, crawling over me without breaking the kiss.

His hand strokes up my thigh, taking my skirt with it and allowing the cool air to calm my clammy skin. He pulls back slightly, his lips just a breath from mine as his hand pushes into my underwear. “You still drive me crazy,” he murmurs, brushing his finger over my swollen clit. “And you’re wet,” he whispers,smirking as he lands another gentle kiss to my lips. I jerk as he rubs small circles over my sensitive area before pushing his finger into me. I arch my back from the bed, my eyes fluttering closed. “And if Lexi heard you say club whore, she’d be pissed,” he adds, kissing along my jaw and down my throat.

The question escapes me before I can stop it. “Have you ever slept with any of them?”

He manages to shut me up with another toe-curling kiss. “Xanth, we’re not about to discuss each other’s conquests when I have my fingers inside you,” he says, hooking his finger slightly to stroke that sweet spot inside. I shudder, my hands clinging to his shoulders. I need him so badly, and when I pull him down for another kiss, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I know without a doubt that he’s not handing over control here as I mount him. Even when he was younger, he was commanding and assertive, telling me exactly what he wanted me to do.

“This needs to go,” he says, tugging at my shirt. I grin, making quick work of unfastening the buttons despite my shaking hands. I pull it off and stare down at him, waiting for his next order. “The skirt can stay,” he adds, lifting it slightly and taking hold of my lace thong. He tugs it hard, snapping it from me like it’s nothing but paper then throwing it to the floor. “Better.” I smirk, rubbing myself against him. The denim of his jeans presses right where I need him to be, and I moan out loud, shuddering. “Still need to be thrown around the bedroom?” he asks, arching a brow.

“I got your attention, didn’t I?”

He lifts my skirt again, this time watching as I rub myself against him. His erection adds to the friction as I move faster. “I wanna see you come over my jeans,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded and his breathing hitched. “Soak me.” I moan, letting his words affect me. I grab handfuls of his shirt as the pulsatingwarmth rips through me at lightning speed. I have no control as my body jerks and my breaths leave me in short, sharp bursts.

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