Page 16 of Hostile Cravings
“That and she’s put a restraint on my cock. Remember that sexy resort manager?”
“Damn it, Ty. No touching the help,” Mason groused.
“Simmer down. I didn’t touch her. The viper put me on lockdown.”
His laugh came through the phone, irritating me.
“What do you want, Mace?”
I walked over to the bed and jerked Angie back.
“Donelli called me. Tirenti’s not letting up. He wants proof that you’re on a honeymoon and not playing games. His son is adamant that Angie is his, and that you stole her just to piss himoff.”
“He’s a slimy loser. He wants pictures? Probably of her tits, so he can jerk off to them,” I grumbled as I tossed two of her bags on the bed. Why she needed so much luggage was beyond my comprehension.
“I’m not sending him a titty shot!” she complained, moving back down the bed. I threw her a look that stopped her in her tracks.
“Get your ass against the headboard and lift that leg.”
“Did I interrupt something?” Mason asked. “I was worried I’d interrupt you murdering her, not having sex with her.”
“Shut up, Mace. I’m not fucking her. I’m trying to keep her from screwing her ankle up more. She’s like a damned toddler.”
She started bitching again, but I ignored her, opening a suitcase and rummaging through her clothes. I picked up a tiny pink thong and held it up, raising my brow.
“Do you own anything but pink?” I asked with a shake of my head.
She crawled down the bed, a sight that gripped my balls uncomfortably, the move offering me a view straight down her dress.
“This isn’t the best time, Mason. What do you need from us?” I dropped the panties and moved to the side of the bed, grabbing a handful of her hair and throwing her back down. She landed with an exhale that did nothing but make me harder, and I knew I needed to get away from her. The mix of fury and lust that was mingling in that hostility within me was dangerous.
She reached up, trying to disentangle my fingers from her hair while Mason talked, my ears not hearing anything but the annoyed cursing coming from Angie’s mouth.
“I’ll call you back.” Hanging up, I threw the phone aside and pinned her with my other hand.
“You’re a prick, Tyson.”
“I am, baby, and you’re the pinch to my nerves that turns me into that prick.” I released her hair and grabbed her wrists,pinning them over her head as I leaned over her. “Sit still and prop that damn ankle up, or I’ll tie you to the damned bed.”
She hissed, and I had the urge to do it just to see what she’d look like that way.
“Shit,” I muttered, releasing her and rising. She was driving me mad, and I needed to walk away. “Stay here,” I said, snatching my phone from the floor and walking to the door.
“And if I don’t?” she asked, her voice the snotty one I knew well.
“I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the trip.” I stormed out, slamming the door behind me and ignoring Finch’s grin as I dialed Mason back.
“That bad, huh?” he asked when he answered.
“She’s driving me crazy. If I have to hear her whine one more time, I’m going to hurt her, Mace.” I made my way to the lobby, avoiding the stare from the manager who was talking with some fancy, dolled-up woman with a poodle in her purse. Rolling my eyes, I walked outside, finding a private spot and noting that Finch had assigned one of my men to follow me.
“Well, you’ll have to deal with her. I’m flying out to talk to Tirenti.”
“But I’ve got the plane,” I complained.
“You did. I’m stealing it from you.”
“What the hell, Mason? That means I’m stuck here with her.”
