Fighting Shadows (On the Ropes #2)(72)

He dropped his head back to stare up at the ceiling, mumbling what sounded like a prayer for patience.

Apparently, Flint Page was not a fan of guessing games, so I just went straight to the point. “I got a job! You are looking at the newest shampoo girl at To Dye For. I saw the help wanted sign, went in and talked to the owner this morning. Bam! Ten minutes later, I was employed and getting a new free haircut. Then—oh, this is my favorite part—Liv and I went to the thrift shop and I found the most adorable little black dress for our date tonight. It’s really simple, but it makes my boobs look amazing.”

Flint blew out an exasperated sigh then leveled me with a glare. “Ash, just get naked.”

I took my shirt off before I asked, “Seriously?”

He pushed to his feet. “I’ve had the worst day imaginable, and you for some reason have zero grasp of that. You seem to apologize best naked, so I’m cashing in the angry f*ck.” He grabbed his dick, which was suddenly bulging from the front of his athletic shorts.

My tongue snaked out to lick my lips. “I do like those kind of apologies,” I whispered, reaching back to unclasp my bra.

“Go get in bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I continued to stare as his hand disappeared into the front of his shorts. Then I walked over, stopping directly in front of him. “Can I help with that?” I guided my fingers down over the ripples of his abs and under his waistband.

When my fingertips brushed the head of his cock, a firm hand landed against my ass. I dropped my forehead against his chest. Sparks sent blood rushing to my clit, and a strangled moan flew from my mouth.

He removed my hand from his shorts but taunted me by pulling his hard-on out and continuing to stroke it between us. “I said. Go. Get. In. Bed.”

“Okay. Okay.” I relented, sauntering away.

“You better be naked when I get there, too.”

“Bossy, bossy, bossy,” I chanted, but I started shimmying out of my jeans before I’d even turned the corner down the hall.

After toeing my shoes off, I hopped into the bedroom, tugging my jeans down my legs. My panties quickly followed as I climbed onto the bed.

Not even a full minute later, Flint entered the room, dragging one of his kitchen stools behind him. He walked straight to the nightstand and retrieved a strip of condoms.

I tossed him my best sultry smile, but he hadn’t been kidding about the whole angry thing.

He.

Looked.

Pissed.

“Flip over and put your ass in the air,” he demanded, stopping at the foot of he bed. Upon taking his crutches off, he tossed them to the other side of the bed. After dropping the condoms on the bed next to me, he pushed his shorts off and settled on the stool. “And back up.”

I didn’t argue.

Holy shit. Angry Flint is hot.

Grabbing both of my thighs, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. I was propped up on my elbows with my ass at his eye level, completely exposed in every possible way. But I was with him. Nothing else mattered.

He inched up his stool until it was flush against the mattress. I peeked over my shoulder just as he dragged a finger over my opening and down to my clit. My breath hitched when he looked up into my eyes; his were burning with a mix of anger and desire.

I was turned on by the anger but terrified by the desire. It wasn’t the way he usually looked when he was turned on. It was different—and fierce.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, holding my eyes and pushing a single finger inside.

As he slowly removed it, I groaned from the loss. “I just went shopping.” A hand landed on my ass and his finger darted back inside, mixing the most amazing combination of pain and pleasure.

“I f*cking thought you’d left,” he growled, deliciously curling his fingers before they were suddenly gone again.

My knees went weak, and I followed him down with my hips, chasing his hand for more. His hand wasn’t what I got at all.

“Ass up,” he demanded, leaning forward and raking his teeth over the ass cheek.

Chills spread over my body, but I lifted my ass as high as possible. His tongue laved over my core before darting inside.

I rocked back against his face, but just like with his fingers, his mouth disappeared.

“Flint, please. Stop teasing me,” I huffed

“I was scared to death, Ash. Looked like a bitch in front of my entire f*cking family. All because you didn’t leave a goddamn note.” He pressed back inside me.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed.

“I will never go through that again. Never. Do you hear me?” He twisted his hand back and forth, pushing deeper every time.

My release built. “Oh God. Keep going,” I begged.

He stilled his hand as he once more bit my ass. “Never again.”

“Okay! I’m sorry!” I cried. “I get it.”

“No, you really f*cking don’t,” he gritted out, but his fingers began an unrelenting rhythm. “I need you to come now, Ash. I’m about to f*ck you, and I can’t swear that you’ll get off. So this part is for you—the f*cking is for me.”

“Stop talking,” I whispered, rolling my hips against his hand.

“Hurry up.”

I can do that.

Flint added his other hand into the mix, tapping and circling my clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I was stepping off the edge of climax, calling his name on the descent.