Page 45 of Unmasked Rivalry
I shove him again, more playful this time. “What makes you think I want your hands on me right now?”
He moves fast, lifting me and moving us down to the end of the porch where it’s dark and secluded. Then, my bottom is on the railing, yet again. His cock is already hard, grinding against me, and the anger in me explodes out into something wild. I fist his hair, drag his mouth to mine. Every nerve is alive.
He shoves my dress up, pulls my panties aside, and then his fingers are inside me, deep and fucking perfect. I moan, clutching his shoulders as he drags them in and out, sliding his thumb over my clit, making me wild for him.
“You want to be fucked like I mean it?” he says, voice ragged.
“Yes,” I hiss, and then his fingers are gone, and he buries himself inside me in one brutal thrust.
The stars go fuzzy. All I can feel is him—his cock, his hands, his mouth on my neck. Every pump is savage, desperate. He’s grinding me into the railing, and I’m clawing at his arms, nails leaving lines he’ll feel in the morning. I come hard, so sudden it shocks me, and he doesn’t stop, just fucks me through it, his eyes locked on mine. The look on his face is pure possession.
He finishes with a rasp that makes my skin tingle, then holds me there, breathing hard, sweat slick on his skin. When he finally sets me down, my legs are jelly, and it takes me a moment to steady myself. He smirks, brushes a strand of hair off my face.
“Still jealous?”
I roll my eyes. “I was never jealous to begin with, buddy.”
He grins.
God damn, he’s perfect.
We’re five steps from the porch door when Wolfe appears, just stepping out for a cigarette. “For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, “you two wanna get a room next time?”
Knox just flips him the bird and pulls me inside.
The rest of the night is chaos. Someone brings out fireworks, and Zane lights them off the roof, nearly setting the place on fire. Wolfe and Mera disappear for half the party but reappear just in time to win a round of beer pong, and Nia falls asleep against Talon, completely out of it.
When it’s all said and done, I go to leave, and Knox corners me, telling me I’m not going anywhere.
Then he takes me to his room, and we fall asleep together.
Fucking beautiful.
12
Iopen the door, blurry-eyed a few days later, after a far too blissful few nights with Knox, to see Ralston standing with two other men. As always, he has a disgusting and jovial grin on his face, like the world owes him everything and he knows it.
Fucking dick.
“Well, at least you’re knocking this time,” I mutter, crossing my arms.
“Your boyfriend put a new lock on the door,” he says, stepping in and walking straight past me, leaving the other two men. “Is he here?”
“No, and he’s not my boyfriend.”
“That’s the thing,” Ralston turns, eyes suddenly incredibly dark and dangerous. “I don’t trust you, and I don’t trust that club. You’re going to stop seeing that man while you’re working for me.”
"Like hell."
He sees my face, steps closer. "This isn’t a fucking joke, Callie."
"Does it look like I’m joking?" My nails bite into my arms. I try to look past him, focus on the hideous beige walls.
“You’re going to do as I’m asking, because if you don’t, I will take your brother out. Or have you forgotten about him while you’re throwing your legs in the air for that biker?”
I scowl, my face tight. “I’m with him for my brother, remember?”
He makes a tsk tsk noise, walks into the kitchen, and sets his phone on the counter. “You’re worse at lying than your shitheadbrother, but that’s not the point. The point is, you’re done with the club.”
