Page 33 of Hostile Cravings
I was tempted to. To have her come undone while my fingers were deep inside of her, but I didn’t want anyone else seeing how sexy she was when she did. I wanted that for myself, and I wasn’t about to share it. I lifted from her body, cursing myself for becoming so lost in her that I had become possessive, thinking of her as mine. When had that need taken hold of me?
“You’re a bastard,” she said, sitting up and rubbing her ass. Her cheeks were flush, the freckles highlighted within the rosy color. Unable to resist, I reached over and ran my finger over them. She was too beautiful, and I’d always known it. That’s why I’d always hated that she covered her beauty up with makeup as if she didn’t see it. I’d known from the first time I saw her, there was natural beauty underneath. I just never realized how right I was or what the sight of it would do to me.
Her eyes were light chestnut as they studied me, trying to determine why I’d turned gentle. I didn’t want to hurt her. I’d never do anything to her that caused her genuine pain, but I was aggressive and I enjoyed taking women that way. And something about her heightened that aggression. I supposed it was the unfriendly banter we’d had for years that would always be an undercurrent to whatever this was. But I’d never hurt her in any way that didn’t cause her pleasure.
“Tyson,” she said, bringing me from my thoughts. “Aren’t you going to say something nasty to me?”
Giving her a smile, I said, “I’m trying to think of something that won’t make me want to rip that bikini off and devour you.”
“Spanking me gets you that hot? I thought you didn’t have that daddy dom kink.” She was being playful, and it only encouraged me to want her more.
“Nope, not me, baby. I’m an aggressive alpha. I’m not into that spanking thing, but spanking your ass gets me so hard I can’thelp it. Maybe it’s something about that bratty attitude of yours that I need to spank out of you.”
“I’m not calling you daddy,” she said, laying back on the blanket. “And can you take this damn umbrella off me? How am I supposed to enjoy the sun with this thing blocking me?”
“I’m not sitting in the sun. Sitting here is irritating enough.”
“Then go back to the room and do whatever it is you do. I want to stay out here.”
“You’re annoying, Anj.” I didn’t want to leave her out here alone, but I hated sitting around. I needed to move and with as much confusion as the last few hours and even the last day was giving me, a few hours in the gym would do me good.
“Well, go be annoyed someplace else.”
I moved over her again, grabbing her face and turning it to me.
“Are you going to pout?” she asked with a nasty sting to her voice. That familiar tone always sent my blood boiling.
“You’re going to be pouting when I put those lips to use later.” I kissed her, enjoying how her body went limp below mine. Kissing her woke a part of me that had always been dormant. It was one I didn’t want woken because I didn’t want attachment. And her kisses reached in and anchored me to her. I drew back, seeing the emotion in her eyes and not liking it because it was the same that was pounding through me like a hostile enemy trying to take over me.
“Be a good girl and no flirting, or I’ll have to get violent and that’ll piss Mason off.”
“I can’t promise anything,” she said as I rose, brushing the sand from my clothes. “It might be fun to watch Mason and you in a fight. Two sexy men, all those muscles and tattoos.”
My brows creased as I glared at her. “Don’t even try flirting with Mason. My sister will kick your ass and then I’ll spank it.”
“Not going there again. Casey scares me and I wouldn’t dare touch her man. But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch her brother.”She gave me a sexy wink, then complained to Finch about moving the umbrella.
He looked at me, and I shrugged. “I’d listen to her, Finch. That mouth of hers won’t stop until you do and trust me, it’s annoying as hell unless it’s busy.”
And damn, did I want to keep it busy. Shaking my head, I left her, knowing Finch would keep her safe. I heard him call for backup as I walked away, Creek trailing behind me.
I spentthe next two hours in the gym, taking my frustrations out and trying to work through the emotions that were building uncomfortably in me. It didn’t help, and when Creek walked in, telling me the governor from our province was outside waiting to talk to me, my mood only soured more. He was a frequent guest at the resort. Sometimes he brought his family, sometimes his mistress of the month. We didn’t care; it gave us more power over him and having him think he had the control when he didn’t was part of the fun.
“Send him in,” I said, grabbing a towel and wiping my face.
Charles Von Kenting the second walked in a few seconds later, looking as proud and stuffy as he usually did for a man who was a notorious cheater both on his wife and the province. His hands were so dirty it made me and Mason look like angels. Only we knew everything he did and encouraged it, his frequent visits to the club, the private rooms, the women, the gambling. His younger son was following in his footsteps, which only helped us keep Chuck senior in line.
“Tyson,” he said with a quick nod.
“Chuck. And what reason would you have to leave your lovely wife’s side during your annual family vacation?”
He cleared his throat, looking around to make sure we were alone.
“I don’t allow anyone in my gym when I’m in it,” I said to reassure him.
He wiped his hands down his designer shorts. “I wanted to thank you for letting Charlie off earlier. I hope he didn’t do anything to upset you.”
I looked him up and down before walking away to toss my towel in the laundry bin.
