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He stared at her staring at him. “Go on. You’ll feel better afterward.” When the bathroom door closed, he laughed, knowing the next few days would be interesting.
Chapter Twelve
After days of being in forced proximity of each other, tensions were high. Cree watched Kennedy walk around in his T-shirt, which she slept in every night. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t sleep in the pajamas he bought her back in Hill City. It was a distraction, and one that was beginning to be hard to ignore.
Taking a breath, he tried evening out his own mood. He’d never been around a woman who caused him so much discomfort. Every night, when Kennedy fell asleep, she made little noises that shot straight to his cock. When she got cold or scared, she crawled onto the sofa with him, snuggling between blankets to be close to him. He’d never taken so many cold showers in his life. He’d resorted to spending time on the front porch, dealing with the freezing temperatures.
Between the howling winds, the constant interruption from tribal elders, the unrelenting case of blue balls, and the way Kennedy moved around the house, leaving her intoxicating scent everywhere, he was having a hard time keeping his focus on her safety. He was more interested in the way her hips swayed, and her mouth pursed when she was deep in thought.
If the place had an extra bedroom where he could have some space, or at the least a second bathroom, he might’ve gotten some reprieve. But it didn’t, so he needed to get his head off the pussy he currently was not enjoying.
Even worse was the couch. The damn thing was too short for him to get comfortable. Maybe he needed to just climb into the bed, leaving the vixen to choose to either climb in with him or sleep on the blasted couch.
Raising an eyebrow, he watched as she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. He had no idea what she was mad about this time, but he was sure she’d let him know as soon as she figured it out. The door opened, and Cree watched Kennedy storm back out and pick up one of his boots.
She reared back, and to his shock, she threw it at him. Cree managed to knock the boot away before it hit him in the head, and before he could retaliate, she had stormed back into the bathroom. When the door slammed shut, he tried not to laugh. The woman had one hell of an aim and temper. He’d barely picked up the boot when the bathroom door opened again and she stomped back into the room, yelling at him.
“You’re a pain in my ass. Why can’t you go for a ride on that damn bike of yours and give me some space?”
Tossing the boot in the box by the door, he reminded Kennedy why he wasn’t taking a ride. He hadn’t signed up for this kind of abuse, even if it was funny. “It’s a snowstorm out there, sweetheart. Maybe you’d know that if you opened the fucking door or, I don’t know, tried to help bring firewood in off the porch. Maybe you could go to the store with me instead of sending me for every fucking thing you wanted.
“If you don’t remember, there are people looking for you. Even here, there are those who would give you up for a dollar. So, I can’t take a ride and leave you for more than a little while. I don’t know why you’re so angry. I stay out of your way. I even let you have control of the TV.” He thought he was being a nice guy. If she only knew what he wanted to do with her, she might appreciate that he left her alone. “If you don’t get your temper under control, I might turn you over my knee.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Why are you so mad?” he asked.
Because I lie awake at night wanting you to touch me, and you don’t.“Because you ignore me.” Kennedy clasped a hand over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to blurt that out. She saw the smirk spread across his face. “You’re so infuriating.”
Turning to go back into the bathroom so she could hide from him like a child, she was surprised when Cree grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn around. She found herself wrapped in his arms as his mouth descended on hers. His tongue swiped at her lips until she opened for him. She moaned at the sensation of the first taste of his kiss.
Cree broke the kiss, keeping Kennedy within his arms as he stared at her. He saw that dreamy look women got when a man kissed them well. “I need you to stop being a brat and realize we’re only here for a little while longer. I’ve tried to respect your privacy and give you space. This isn’t the most comfortable for me either. I like being on my own.”
Kennedy’s head was spinning from the kiss. “I can fire you if you want,” she said, trying to flirt.
“Actually, you can’t.” He saw the anger rise from her toes into her beautiful eyes, and the fight was back on.Maybe it’s just her way of coping, he thought. Either way, he could give as good as he got, but she’d be arguing while he held onto her. No escaping into another room.
“Why not?” she demanded.
“You didn’t hire me. Player asked me to retrieve you.”
Retrieve her, like the mail.Screw him.“I can call Stephen.”
Cree took that moment to point out the obvious. “Actually, you can’t. Remember, you don’t have a phone.”
“I can use yours.”
“Not unless I give it to you.”
“This is ridiculous.” Squirming, she tried to get free from him, which only had her body rubbing against Cree’s. The friction between them was obvious foreplay if you paid attention. And she was paying attention.
“I’ll spank that sexy ass of yours if you don’t stop.” She needed to stop before she got more than she could handle. Her body rubbing against his was about to do him in.
“Oh my god, are you threatening me?”
“No, woman, I’m making a promise to you. You continue arguing and fighting with me, I’ll bend you over my knees and put my hand to your ass.”
She could see the look on his face and knew deep down in the pit of her stomach that Cree was dead serious. She could also feel he was as interested in her as she was him as the hard rise of his cock pressed into her. Instead of arguing about it, Kennedy went in for another kiss. If he wanted to spank her, it would have to be in the bed, because she was about to get her fill of Cree Running Wolf.
