Page 7 of Hostile Cravings
She turned to me, and I looked away quickly, not wanting her to see that I’d been staring and not knowing why I had been. I reminded myself how much I hated her and how annoying she was, the thoughts of her face and hair slipping below the other emotions.
Taking my phone out, I shot Mason a text to let him know just how much he owed me, adding in a warning to get his hands off my sister. A warning I knew he wouldn’t heed. Angie continued to stare out the window, ignoring me. Taking the smallblessing, I slid down in my seat and closed my eyes, knowing the trip was a long one and with no entertainment, there was nothing better to do.
My eyesblinked open just as the plane began to descend. With a yawn, I glanced around, making sure my men hadn’t dozed off before peeking over at Angie. She’d fallen asleep, her head leaning on the window, her mouth open slightly. She had curled her legs under her, and had her arms folded in her lap. There was a quiet innocence to her like that, one that juxtaposed the bitch she normally was. The strap of her tank top had fallen to reveal a bright pink bra, the swell of her breast spilling over it. I shook my head. Of course, it was pink. I didn’t think she owned anything that wasn’t pink.
“Did you still need that help, Mr. Raines?” the flight attendant asked, her seductive voice drawing my focus from the sleeping monster.
She was leaning over me, her chest sticking out again and for just a split moment I thought Angie’s looked more tempting and natural.
“Nah, I’m good. Besides, you heard the lady. I’m off limits for the time being.”
Her smile dropped to a frown before she sauntered away. I wiped my hand down my face, wondering what had come over me that I’d taken Angie’s command and turned down what might have been a decent blowjob.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my eyes meeting Angie’s.
She studied me as she fluffed her hair and fixed her strap.
“You owe me a blowjob. I hope that mouth is just as good at swallowing as it is at spewing vile come-backs.”
Her face morphed to disgust again. It was a look I enjoyed more and more.
“I told you, your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me.”
“Yet most of the men in Armina have wet their cocks in you. I think you need to re-evaluate your standards, baby.”
The way her nostrils flared was perfect. I wasn’t sure why I found it so amusing to piss her off, but it was certainly calming the lower half of my body, which was still aching from the loss of satisfaction.
“You’re a male whore, Tyson, so you have no place to call me out on my behavior.”
“That the best you can do, Angie? You’re better than that.” And she was. I’d been waiting for some comment about my background, about how she assumed Mason and I had grown up poor, which neither of us had. We weren’t rich like we were now, but we hadn’t struggled.
“You’ve got me off my game.”
“Ha!” I stood, hearing the plane door open, and leaned over her seat. “You don’t have a game. You’re child's play. A bratty, little spoiled child who’s trying to play with the big boys. And now about to live in a man’s world. Because those boys you’ve been spreading your legs for are nothing compared to me.”
She grabbed a fist of my shirt and yanked me closer to her. Excitement flickered in her brown eyes. “I hope you don’t expect me to spread my legs for you, husband.” The way she spoke the word caused a reaction in my pants that I didn’t appreciate. “Because I don’t play with dogs and you’re the mangiest dog there is. Flea ridden, desperate, and?—”
“Feral,” I finished for her. “And you don’t want to find out how aggressive this animal can be, because I can guarantee you won’t survive.”
I removed her hand from my shirt and grabbed my jacket, tossing it to her. “Cover that exposed skin up. We’re not inArmina anymore and it may be spring here, but you’ll freeze those tits off if you walk off this plane like that.”
Breck threw me a confused look as I walked by and exited the plane. I wasn’t sure why I cared if she froze or why, after she’d called me a mangy dog, I’d given her my jacket. I heard her grousing behind me and just to piss her off, I grabbed the flight attendant and kissed her. Angie’s reaction was precious, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
I let the woman go, enjoying the breathless teeter she made as I walked away. “Maybe next time I’ll take you up on that offer.” I wasn’t sure I really would unless Angie had me worked up, or I was desperate. She hadn’t been all that good, and I’d rushed it just to shut her fake porn moans up. But maybe with her mouth full, I’d enjoy it more.
Angie smacked the back of my head, and I turned on her, grabbing her arms and shoving her against the car.
“Screw you, Tyson. Your rules remember.”
“I play by my own rules, and if you ever raise your hand to me again, I’ll use it to jerk me off.” I shoved her harder, pinning my body against hers and not liking how it reacted.
“I hate you,” she hissed.
“Good, because I despise you and I’m really questioning why I didn’t hand you over to Joey Tirenti when I had the chance.”
She spit in my face, and I raised my hand to hit her, seeing the fear that crossed her eyes before she masked it. I clenched my fist, fighting the urge to follow through with my instinct and leave a stinging handprint on her face. But I didn’t hit women unless it was for play, no matter how bitchy they were. I pushed away from her, wiping my face and snatching the jacket from her hands.
“You can freeze. You’re an icy bitch, so it shouldn’t affect you.”
