Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(38)

"This is just crazy. It will blow over and won’t even matter. Those f*cking prudes at Rosemont will regret their decision, honey. You're a fantastic teacher. How many women do you know can find a job in less than a day? You’ve got this."

"It’s not a big deal, White. Listen, I appreciate you coming over and worrying about me and everything, but I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed."

"It is a big thing, Kayla, but fine, we'll go to bed,” I tell her, standing up.

"I meant alone. You in your bed, and me in mine."

"That's not going to happen."

"I think it is."

"You should think again."

"Are you seriously going to fight with me on this, after the chaos of the last forty-eight hours?"

"I'm seriously going to fight you, if you think that I'm giving up what we've started."

"What we've started?"

"Exactly."

Kayla holds her head down and I'm kind of expecting her to cave at this point. That's why when she looks up at me, I'm surprised to see anger. She stands up, her body vibrating with it.

"Maybe now would be a good time to remind you that you agreed to sleep with me to help me have a baby—no other reason."

"I'm aware. I also know—"

"Then, it's also a good time to tell you that I no longer want a child."

"Why the hell not?"

"A number of reasons! But the most important being, I don't have a job!"

"Of course you do! You told me you got one—"

"With your brother!"

"What??" I yell, and this time my voice is louder than hers.

"I took a job from Green to teach his little boy, Allen."

"Why the f*ck would you do that?"

"Because I needed a job!"

"No. I forbid it!"

"You… forbid it?"

"That's what I said. You are not going on the road with Green. And while we're on the subject, you are not to be around Blue, either."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"If I have, it's your fault."

"I doubt that!"

"I'm serious. You turn the tables on me until I can't remember what life was like without the taste of you on my lips. Then you leave town and don't even bother to return my damn texts or call me when you get back. You’re making me a raving lunatic!"

"You were the one who left me alone after our date on the Riverwalk, stud. Did you forget?"

"I was mad! You told that bitch I was your brother!"

"I think the last two days have shown that's true!"

"Bullshit! It shows you need to quit telling people crap like that and tell them I'm your man."

"My man?"

"I didn't stutter, Buttercup."

"You are unbelievable," she says, walking away from me. Which, by the way, leaves me chasing after her, yet again. Like a chump.

I grab her before she leaves the room, spinning her around to face me. A man can only take so much, and she's pushed me way past my limit.

"I'm done with letting you twist me in knots," I growl.

"You're insane."

"You've driven me to it," I mutter, wrapping my hand around the side of her neck and pulling her lips to mine.





CHAPTER 27


WHITE




Kayla's arms push against me. Her hands curl around my biceps, her fingers biting into my skin. She tries to pull her mouth away, and maybe I'm an *, but I don't let her. It's time she learns who is in control here. It's time she learns—me.

I increase the strength of the hold I have on her neck, basically forcing her to open for me. When she does, I don't think; I push inside her mouth, intent on owning it—on conquering her.

Her mouth is both cool and warm at once—a heat that is undeniably Kayla, and a taste that is from the cool sherbet she had earlier. My hand moves down to her breast, palming it, letting it fill and spill over as my fingers knead it. I'm being rough, zero finesse, and I don't give a damn because finally she stops trying to pull away and kisses me back.

Kayla isn't worrying about gentle either as her tongue fights mine for control. Domination. She'll need to learn that when it comes to this, I'm the one in control. I sweep my tongue through her mouth one last time before pulling away for air.

"You're an *," Kayla mumbles against my mouth, biting hard into my lips. The faint taste of copper enters my mouth and I know she's drawn blood—again. My dick was already close to exploding and that just made it worse. I gather the shirt she's wearing in my hand, forcing it to let go of her breast. Then I use my other hand at the collar and rip it down the middle. "I liked that shirt," she complains, but she's busy biting down the side of my neck. She's like a kitten with sharp claws, enjoying inflicting pain and leaving her mark. I wonder if she knows how much I f*cking love that it's me she's marking?

"Too damn bad," I mutter, letting the shirt drop to the floor. I don't bother with her bra, just pushing it up and letting her breasts fall out of the bottom. I squeeze one hard as my head goes down. I run my tongue over the nipple which is crying for attention. It’s pebbled so hard, the tip looks painful. When I hear Kayla's moan, something fires through my system. A feeling of victory and purpose merges together. I was put on this Earth to bring this woman to her knees and yet make sure she flies high as possible. How did I not f*cking see that before? I suck her breast in my mouth, tormenting the nipple mercilessly and making sure that when I'm done, my mark will be there. Fuck, I'm going to brand her. There won't be a part of her body I haven't made mine. When she looks in the mirror, I want her to see nothing but my ownership.