Page 50 of Ruse
“Forget it,” she huffs under her breath, pushing me off. “I should get going.”
Shaking my head, I press harder against her, my hand grabbing her wrist and holding it up over her head. She winces, wriggling away, but it’s no use. There is no way she'll be able to fight against me. “What did you mean by what you said earlier?” I ask, not wanting to let her go. She looks confused, angry, but overall curious. “It must be so simple for guys to sleep with random women all the time?” I remind her.
She nips at her bottom lip, her thighs clenching as I mimic her move. “It’s true. Men use women all the time and even date a handful at a time.”
“Is that what you think?” I counter, raising a brow defiantly.
“Yes.”
“I’ve never been with two women at the same time. Even when I’m not in a quote-unquoterelationship, if I'm sleeping with one woman, I won’t sleep with another until things are through with the previous one. Non-Exclusive exclusivity.”
She scoffs rolling her eyes, and the urge to bend her over my knee and smack the defiance out of her perky, round, and sexy ass almost makes me break my restraint. “Like that’s any better.”
“Yeah, my methods might seem strange to some, but they work. They keep me from being hurt.”
“So, you shoving your tongue down Tate’s throat earlier and now here trying to do the same with me, is you only being with one woman at a time?” Phoenix tries her hardest to seem unaffected but the tinge in her voice as it reaches a higher octave at the end, proves she’s jealous of my earlier lack in judgment.
“That kiss with Tate meant nothing. She came onto me, and you just caught us before I pushed her away.”
“You’re saying if I hadn’t interrupted the two of you, you wouldn’t still be currently fucking her against the pier?”
Her jealousy is now blatantly obvious.
I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with her. She’s drunk, hell she walked into my room thinking it was her own. I shouldn’t be arguing with her, let alone undressing her with my gaze. She looks even more beautiful in the dim light. Her small triangle bikini top emphasizes the top of her perfectly shaped breasts. She has no shoes on and stands a good foot shorter than me, but her demeanor makes her appear taller. Her blond hair is disheveled, and her skin glistened with sweat caused by the run on the beach.
No woman has ever questioned my ways before, and it is tantalizing that this feisty chick isn’t afraid of telling me exactly what she thinks. Maybe it’s her alcohol ridden brain that’s making her so brave, regardless I am achingly turned on.
I lower my head, moving in closer to her as she watches me intently with doe eyes, big and round and the clearest blue-green color. Her makeup is slightly smeared but gives her an even more seductive look. Her lips are plump and pink and all I want to do is kiss them. I stand directly in front of her, looking down into her eyes, and can sense the effect I’m having on her.
“You think you have it all figured out?” she asks, breaking our connection and leaning her head to the side slightly.
“Yes,” I reply, closing the distance between us, my lips grazing her cheek. “All women want to be used at one point. Women don’t want exclusivity, no matter how many times they try to convince themselves they do. All relationships end in heartbreak and regret. Sleeping with different men here and there doesn’t make anyone a slut, and it protects them from being hurt by an unfaithful relationship. Everyone goes in knowing what to expect.” Phoenix looks up at me like I’m speaking in some other language, yet there is a curiosity in her eyes. I can’t figure out what she’s thinking.
“You know women pretty well?”
My fingers graze her silky skin, trailing over her ribcage and up her arm making her shiver. “I can tell what a woman wants and when she wants it. I know how to pleasure them without making them feel used or dirty. It’s all in the way you approach sex. I don’t take without giving. In fact, I give, and give, and give.” My lips find the pulse point in her neck, and I lick small circles along her skin. “And in the end, that’s sometimes all I need.” Her mouth drops open and I can feel her breath hitch. God, all I want is to kiss her again, but I know I shouldn’t. Quickly, I step back and turn away from her.
“I…” I hear her inhale a sharp breath. “Show me,” she whispers, barely audibly. I freeze at her words.
Suddenly, I hear a soft thud and turn back to look at her. My heart nearly stops when I find her standing in nothing but her blue thong bottom. Her bikini top on the floor at her feet.
I swallow hard to stop myself from rushing over to her and throwing her onto my bed, sucking those perky tits in my mouth and tugging on her taut nipples.
“Nyx,” I groan, warning her, but it comes off more like a feral growl.
“Mav,” she nearly moans back in the slickest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
“What are you doing?” Not once looking away from her exquisite body, the perfect hourglass figure, five foot four with perfect size B cup breasts, a slim waist leading into beautiful hips, and an ass I can just imagine is just as amazing.
“Show me how to be like that. Show me how to be unattached. I can’t stand to be hurt like my mother. I won’t. Show me how you do it,” she pleads, and it’s enough to make my dick painfully hard. Taking slow and steady steps, she comes up beside me and reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up.
“Please,” I growl, placing my hand on top of hers against my waist. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Oh, but I do. Trust me, I’ve sobered up rather quickly.” Licking her lips, she stares at skin showing at the bottom of my shirt. I tug it up and over my head, now shirtless before her and the hunger in her eyes is too much for me. Biting her lip, she hooks her finger in my jeans.
“Phoenix,” I warn one last time.
“You asked me to trust you.”
