Page 21 of Dark Daze

He stepped over closer to me, reminding me how much fucking bigger he was than me. Just standing here with him made me wet. But I wanted to kill him as much as I wanted to fuck him. More.

"Let's start with whatever you think I did wrong," he said slowly.

"Really?" I cocked my head. "You're going to play dumb? You know what you fucking did."

He shook his head. "If I did, I wouldn't be here asking what I did. If you want me to grovel on my knees, I can do that, but you need to tell me what I did first."

Grovelling sounded appealing, yes.

I lowered my arms. "Ric confronted me. He knows he's Nova's father. I didn't tell him and I know Bella wouldn't. That leaves two people. You and Hilton."

He frowned. "Shit."

"Yeah,shit,"I said. "Now Ric is determined to take my daughter away from me." I stepped back when he moved towards me.

"It must have been Hilton, because I didn't tell him anything." A frown creased his brow. "Then again, Hilton? Doesn’t make any sense. He's head over tit for you. So am I. Ric is like a brother to me, but—" Gunnar shook his head." This wasn't my secret to tell. He deserved to know, but it didn't come from me. I’ll swear on whatever you want me to swear on."

He seemed sincere. The Gunnar I knew was a shitty liar, so he must be telling the truth.

"I believe you," I said reluctantly. I hadn't wanted to think he would do something so crappy, but some asshole told Ric. If it wasn't Hilton or Gunnar, then who the fuck was it?

"That's good, because the sight of you standing there almost naked is killing the hell out of my balls." He gave me a lopsided smile.

"Awww, poor thing," I said without any sympathy. I raised one eyebrow. "What are you going to do about it?" I had the strongest urge to feel his cock deep inside me.

He closed the distance between us, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down to my knees. He pulled his hands away and let them drop to the floor.

"I thought you were overdressed." He grinned.

I looked him up and down. "What does that make you then?"

"Very overdressed," he said. "What are you going to do about it?"

Trust him to throw my words back at me. Asshole.

"You mentioned grovelling on your knees," I said slowly. "I'll settle for a striptease."

"I think I can arrange that," he said. He stepped back away from me and grabbed the hem of his shirt with one hand. He tugged it up and off over his head.

Holy shit, he was all tattoos and grooves of chiselled muscle. Just the sight of him made my whole, hungry pussy throb.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his track pants, gave me a smile that would have melted my panties if I was wearing any and pushed them down his hips. He also wasn't wearing any underwear.

If I'd thought Hilton's cock was big, it wasn't compared to Gunnar's. Shit, had he been that big back when we were sixteen? Whatever, he was that big now. And hard. Erect, his cock was slightly curved to the left.

"Can you see how blue my balls are?" he asked.

I tilted my head and had a good look. "Yes. If you don't come in the next hour or two, they're going to explode or fall off, or some shit."

"Wouldn't want that, would we?" he asked. He stepped closer to me and slanted his mouth across mine. He kissed me hard and deep, a clash of lips and tongue and teeth.

I murmured something against his mouth, but I couldn't even tell what it was I said. Coherent thought eluded me, or I let it go. Whatever, either way it was gone and I didn't give a shit.

I turned us and walked him back a few steps until his back was against the wall. I pressed myself full length against him, my arms around his neck.

He broke off from my mouth and kissed his way down my cheek to my neck.

"I've been thinking about this for eight years." He grazed his tongue over my throat. "I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you, up to your elbows in red finger paint."