Page 22 of Hostile Cravings (Wicked Cravings #3)

Chapter Eleven

TYSON

A ngie was asleep in my arms. I’d held her the entire night as if even in sleep I didn’t want her slipping from my grasp.

The thought overwhelmed me as I gently disentangled myself from her body, remembering how I’d done the same thing the morning before.

She fit so perfectly in my hold, her body molding to mine like we were meant to be together.

Rolling over, I stared at the ceiling. This was dangerous, an attachment I didn’t want, one I didn’t need.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying my best not to wake her.

She shifted her body like she knew I no longer held her and turned over, curling into me, her hand stretching over my body.

The steady rise and fall of her chest let me know she was still asleep, and I took the moment to appreciate how peaceful this was.

Angie brought out a part of me I didn’t know how to deal with, one I’d hidden for years, only revealing it to those closest to me. I didn’t need attachment, commitment, love. Sex was all I wanted, all I’d told myself I needed.

Taking a strand of her hair, I let my fingers drift along it. I’d wanted Angie. That realization burned through me like a raging fire that scorched the place in my heart that had been hers all these years. Shadowed with my irritation and hatred so that I didn’t have to admit it.

And now she was mine. That thought settled too well in my chest and no matter how I tried to push it away, I couldn’t. The barriers we’d placed between us had cracked and there was no putting them back in place. No matter how many times we tried.

She nuzzled her face into my chest and kissed it, sending my pulse racing.

As if her action worried her, she peeked up at me, a crease between her eyes.

I drew my arm around her and pulled her further into me, reassuring her and myself that this was all right, and she relaxed, giving me a fantastic smile.

“Good morning,” she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes. I reached my finger over to sweep away the rest.

“It will be once I’m buried deep inside of you.”

“You’re so romantic,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t do romantic, baby.” With a push, I moved her from me, hovering over her.

“And what do you do, Tyson?” Her brown eyes were lazy, her fingers trailing up my chest. Every part of me wanted to kiss her and tell her I would do romantic for her, that I would tear down my walls and love her the way I’d always wanted.

But those words were still too uncertain, too new and ones I feared saying.

So instead, I draped my tongue down her body before grabbing her hip and flipping her over.

With a slap to her ass, I dragged it back and leaned over her.

“I do hard and dirty fucking, little viper.” A tremble ran through her, and she pushed her ass into me.

The regret that I’d turned the moment, hiding my emotions with my desire for her body, nudged at me, but I disregarded it, knowing she was just like me in too many ways.

And that this was what we needed, what I needed to make it through.

Skating my fingers down her spine, I bit her ass and slid my thumb through her warmth, feeling the wetness building there.

“Is there any part of this body that’s still virgin?” I asked, spreading her arousal up her ass .

She moaned, and I knew from that sound that there wasn’t, and my insides clenched with a mix of envy and hunger because I wanted to experience how tight that ass was and to be the first to claim it.

“Damn, Anj. You’re such a slut.” I gave her another slap, sending her body lurching forward, then sank my fingers into her wetness, loving how soaked she’d grown.

“If I’m a slut, you’re a whore,” she muttered, throwing her hair back as she brought herself to her hands.

I spread my fingers along her ass crack before pushing through her folds and against her clit, teasing her.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, or I’ll take you so hard in this ass you won’t sit right the rest of the day.

” She groaned, and I shoved her head down, thrusting into her, her body shivering in anticipation.

But I wasn’t ready to destroy her completely.

I wanted her to come first. She was already close, and I throbbed at the thought.

I grabbed her hips, driving deeper into her.

She raised her head, but I shoved her back down, reaching over to touch her breast as I slowed my pace.

Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I watched as the trembles started along her body.

Seeing Angie climax was becoming my favorite pastime. She was glorious, and it only sent me further over the cliff the way she fell apart, every inch of her body quaking in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” As if I’d summoned it, her climax tore through her, her body spasming around me so tight, I almost lost it with her.

“Fuck,” I muttered, grabbing her hips and pounding into her again.

She felt so good, I never wanted it to stop, but I needed to or I wouldn’t be able to take her the way I really wanted, and I wanted to feel that ass around me before I splattered her body with my cum.

I couldn’t wait to see how she responded to that because, with her insistence that I shower yesterday, I knew she hadn’t let anyone come all over her.

That was something I was claiming for myself.

Reluctantly, I pulled out, ignoring the complaints from my body as I pushed my fingers through her arousal and spread it over her before grabbing those hips again and guiding my tip into her ass.

She groaned so loud it almost coaxed my orgasm from me, and I lost control of my pacing and plunged into her as I pulled her back to meet my motion.

A cry tore from her and I worried for just a minute until she pushed further against me, reaffirming what I’d suspected about my girl.

That as prissy and stuck-up as she tried to be, she was just as naughty as I was.

She was so tight that it didn’t take long for me to lose it.

Just as another climax trembled through her and sent her body clamping down on me, my release hit me like a rogue wave, drowning me as I pulled out and splattered over her back.

The sight heightened my release, leaving me so weakened that I collapsed next to her.

She picked her head up from where I’d ground it into the sheets when I’d come.

Her eyes were mischievous, with a glint of danger in them.

“Did you really just send that shit all over my body?” She looked disgusted, which only caused me to laugh.

“Fuck yeah, that was amazing. And it wasn’t all over your body, just your back and…” I picked my head up and looked her over, loving how sexy she looked with my cum on her. “And now it’s dripping down your ass crack, which I just owned.”

“You’re a bastard, Tyson.”

“Just marking my territory, baby. That ass is mine now.”

Her eyes lit and I instinctively hardened myself to it, knowing what those words implied and not liking how it sounded. I snapped my hand through my hair and left the bed, heading to the bathroom.

“I should make you leave the room with my cum all over you,” I said, turning the shower on.

“I don’t think so, shithead. And don’t think about marking me again.” She pushed me aside, trying to look tough, but I could see the quake in her legs .

Biting back my smile, I replied, “I’ll mark you any time I want, little viper, and you’ll like it every time.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Just wait until I coat those tits and that face, Anj.”

She hissed, the sound calling to me like a mating call.

We had returned to the back and forth that defined us and it was a place I liked, one I suspected she welcomed just like I did.

She met my eyes as she smoothed the water through her hair, and they revealed more than I thought she wanted me to see.

They were shining a light amber, emotion clear in them, an emotion I was having trouble denying but one I wanted to run from. Love.

My phone rang as I was watching Angie comb the wet tangles out of her hair.

I was looking forward to seeing how sexy she’d look when her natural color grew in, and I wondered at that certain anticipation.

She had put on a short jumper that hugged her ass too perfectly and rose up her thighs every time she moved the brush through her hair.

There was no back to it, the front gathering in a V like the dress she’d worn the night before, her tits sitting perfectly bare below the material.

The sight of her had me salivating until the thought occurred to me that other men would look at her the same way.

A jolt of jealousy ripped through me like the sting of a blade.

“You’re not wearing that out,” I told her, picking up my phone.

“Who made you my boss?” she snapped without looking over at me. “I don’t remember the word ‘daddy’ coming from these lips.”

“I remember coming between those lips.”

This time, she did look over at me.

“Keep it up and that will be the last time. ”

“Give me a second, Mace,” I said, answering the call. I put the phone down and strutted over to her.

A twist of my hand in her wet hair had her body against mine and her eyes flaring with desire. “Change the fucking outfit and cover that body up so I don’t have to kill every man here.”

I shoved her away and walked back to the phone. “I’m going to walk my irritation off before I grab us some coffee. By the time I get back, I expect you to have changed.”

“Screw you, Tyson,” she muttered as I put the phone to my ear.

“Don’t make me spank you again, Anj. I won’t go gentle on you this time.”

I walked out, hearing her swear and shaking my head as I passed Finch and one of Donelli’s men. Finch followed me, always vigilant, and I heard Donelli’s guy call his partner to back him up.

“What’s up, Mace?” I asked, heading further down the hall.

“Going well, huh?”