Page 67 of Fireball
So damn perfect, I stroke her damp head and kiss her temple. For some reason, I can’t stop touching her. She responds by dragging the blankets up to cover us and curling next to me.
Content. I’ve never experienced the sensation before. Lying here with her like this is enough. I don’t have the nagging feeling of needing to do something, go somewhere, worry about shit. We just are. We’re just us.
“I don’t want to leave but we should get back.”
I have no idea how much time has passed when she suggests the last thing I want. She laughs when I growl at her.
“I know, I know but the real world beckons. Chelsea’s been unsupervised for hours.”
I fist her tangled hair. “What did I tell you about talking about my sister when I’m fucking you?”
After a dismissive head shake, she tugs one of my strands in challenge, making me chuckle. Iamin a good mood.
“Let me freshen up and then we can go.”
As much as I hate releasing her, I force myself to tip back and let her roll out from underneath my arm. I check out her bouncing tits as she scurries to the bathroom. Groaning, I push off the mattress too and check my messages before I join her for a quick shower.
“Titan?”
She sounds rowdy. “Yes, angel.”
“Why won’t this ring come off?”
Now I’m the one who’s rowdy and toss my phone onto the table, updates be damned. “Why are you trying to take it off? That ring never leaves your finger.”
I hustle toward her while she flies to me, both of us ready to battle. She keeps tugging the band, fruitless in her efforts.
“I accidentally got lotion on it and was trying to wash it. When I try to slide it off, it squeezes me.”
Thank fuck the mechanism works as intended. She glares at me waiting for an answer. None needed. I already told her the situation. Besides her bare body distracts me, and I reach to pluck her nipple, pointing at me in the cool air.
All angry and defiant, my fireball jerks away from my touch. I love her like this. “I will spank that sumptuous ass of yours if you ever keep me from touching you again.”
Crimson explodes on her face like a bomb. “I’m serious.”
A smirk bursts on my lips I can’t contain. “I am too.”
She shakes her little hand at me. “This is sick. You give me this beautiful jewelry that’s really just a handcuff. You track my phone. You want to chip me. You spy on us with your cameras. You’re just a…a…a sociopath.”
That’s new. I wonder when she figured out I watch her. Oh well. I shrug.
My indifference infuriates her even more, and she grabs the top of her head. “There is something seriously wrong with you.”
I nod, hoping my agreement will sooth her. “Yes, I know. And, no, I don’t care.”
“Fine.” Her arms fall to her sides, and she glares up at me. “I’ll just have it cut off.”
Now it’s on. I scoop her up over my shoulder and smack her ass hard enough to sting while she yelps and struggles. “Do it, and I’ll kill him.”
My cock slams into my stomach I’m racing so fast to the bed. I flip her onto her hands and knees on the mattress. She tries to climb back off but I’m a brute as always and hold her in place.
“I’ll hire a lady jeweler then because I know you don’t hurt women.”
Too damn smart for her own good. “Then I’ll kill her husband.”
I palm her throat and press the tip of my dick to her forbidden hole. Although I’d never hurt her, and she knows it, she’s instantly obedient. I curl over her back. “Be careful angel. You’re not ready for that punishment yet but that doesn’t mean I won’t give it to you.”
Heavy breaths pick up even faster. She’s intrigued. Good. I slide my fingers to her pussy. Drenched just as I expected.