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“Asswipe. Just punch him, babe. Do it for me. Do it for all the shit he’s spouting about me. Defend your man’s honour like an old lady should!”
What did that even mean? I wasn’t his old lady, was I? Wasn’t there like some kind of process before that was the case?
“Okay, we need a plan B, man, she doesn’t have the balls for this.” Hey!
I thumped the big guy in the chest.
“Go to hell, Has-Been!”
He groaned. “You were supposed to punch me. Go on, mess up this pretty face of mine. It’s much prettier than his. Why are you even into a loser like him, huh? He can’t give you what I can. I’m all the man you need, babe. Why don’t you give me a go… bet I can get you off faster than he can. I’ve got skills you can’t even imagine.”
He was advancing on me in a predatory way, unnerving me, even scaring me. I tried to catch Ice’s eye, but Has-Been crowded me against the wall, and I panicked, hitting out with both fists, catching him on the jaw with one, while the other missed completely. He backed up, rubbing at his jaw as he moved it from side to side.
“Yeah, that ought to do it.”
“I’ll put your lights out for that later,” Ice growled, shoving his way between us to pull me against his chest. I was still shaking a little bit, because even though I’d finally figured out what Has-been was up to, it was still scary as hell to have a big guy like him coming at me like some kind of sexual predator. The irony of that, when I enjoyed role playing with Ice as that predator, wasn’t lost on me.
Has-Been watched as I pulled back from Ice’s embrace.
“You do know I was just pushing you to react, right?” He lowered his hand and I took some pride and satisfaction from the red mark on his jaw. I did that, and I barely noticed how sore my hand was, because I did that, and I did it to protect myself from a predator. Maybe I was stronger than I thought.
“Lissa?”
“Yes, just don’t do that again, okay?”
He held his hands up.
“Promise. Ice, we gonna go, man?”
Ice leaned close to me, his forehead against mine.
“Kinda feeling the need to reclaim you as my woman after that, so you just bear in mind that when I get back, I’m gonna need to fuck you until you forget what he looks like. And if I need to chase you down, and force my dick inside you, you know I’m going to. Right?”
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Has-Beenwasstridingalongthe hall beside me.
“I only did it so she’d hit me, man, you know that, right?”
I flipped him off, but kept my focus on not flinching. My shoulder was heading for a fucking hour of spasms, and it was pissing me the hell off.
“I mean it… and that shit you thought you said quietly enough… about wanting to fuck her, about forcing her. Ice…” He moved ahead of me and stopped, pressing a hand against my chest.
“That was all fucking talk, right? You don’t hurt her, do you? Because if you do, then this new friendship of ours is gonna end, with my foot firmly lodged up your ass until you beg me to stop.”
I grinned, gripping his wrist lightly.
“Brother, I already know you’re an ass man, but you can’t have mine, okay? It’s not anything awful, it’s just a thing we do. She likes me to chase her, and she pretends to fight me, although she soon forgets to do anything but take it, but it’s a game, yeah? That’s all it is, and she started it.”
He frowned at me, but he did retract his arm at least.
“Like a primal thing? Like you hunt her, and take her down?”
I shrugged, and winced lightly.
“I dunno, but she likes it and so do I. We’re here, so we need to not look friendly when we go in, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “Just follow my lead, dickhead.”
