Page 20 of Tarnished Hands

“I told you,” I grit through clenched teeth.

He does not need to know I want him right now.

That would mean he wins.

And I don’t like anyone to win but me.

“No, you lied to me.” Ezra moves in, his lips coming dangerously close. I don’t know if I can say no. I’m not sure if I want to say no. Frankly, I’m not sure of anything anymore when it comes to Ezra. “Let me kiss you,” he whispers. “I’ve missed those lips.” I open my mouth to tell him another lie, but as I do, he presses his lips to mine and takes that as an opportunity.

Asshole.

But an asshole who can really kiss.

I let him kiss me because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to pull away. His hands drop from mine, crawl around my waist, and draw me closer so no gaps are between us. And my hands, the traitors, find his shirt and slide up under it to touch his warm skin and toned abs. He makes this kind of growl in the back of his throat before he lifts, turns me around so my back is to the door, and pushes me against it. My legs wrap around his waist.

Ezra breaks the kiss and looks me dead in the eye. “You don’t want this?” he asks. He doesn’t move, just holds me. My vagina is basically pulsing with need. For him. “You don’t have to say it, Piper. Simply nod your head.” I bite my inner lip, and he takes that as my answer and goes to pull back, ready to put me down.

“I want it.” Before the words fully leave my mouth, he’s back on me. His lips skim my neck, and my legs tighten their hold.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes!” I growl and reach for his hair, yanking it. He just smirks. “Don’t fuck with me, Ezra. I will cut your cock off.”

“Don’t make threats you won’t keep. But if you’re down there, at least kiss it before you hurt it, please.” I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips.

Smartass.

“If you two are fucking in there, I will kill you both.” A knock comes on the door, and I shake my head as Ezra leans in.

“We’ll be quiet,” he whispers, pushing against me.

As much as I want to say yes, I know better.

I push back and shake my head.

“No, come on.” He lets me down, but keeps his hands on my hips. “I was about to go home anyway.”

“Is this you inviting me back to your place?” Ezra asks, wiggling his brows.

“No. You have a car, don’t you? We can fuck in that.”

“I’d rather wake up to you next to me, but I’m not opposed to fucking in the car.”

“You aren’t coming back to my house,” I tell him.

“Why not?”

“Men aren’t allowed.” I smile and turn away from him.

“Your family is all men,” he reminds me as if I didn’t already know that.

“That’s different, they’re family.”

I pull the door open and step out. He follows me.

Sailor is standing there waiting. “So good to meet you, Ezra. Did you both want some drinks?”

“No, they want to go home and fuck. Like I want to fuck you,” Keir calls out. I’m used to his bluntness when it comes to her. How he has no issues with letting everyone know she’s his, and not a single soul could compete.

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