Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(69)

“So?” he asked, frowning.

“So?” she asked with an incredulous snort. “Where exactly do you get off kissing other women if you’re married?”

He glared at her as he answered. “I didn’t know about you when I kissed anyone and I haven’t touched another woman since I found out about you.”

“And exactly how many women were there before you found out about me?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, leaning back from her as she gave him that same damn look that Jill used when she thought she was right about something. It was actually kind of creepy.

“I don’t know, Mr. Double Standards, what do you think it has to do with?” she asked in a mocking tone that he didn’t appreciate one damn bit.

“You want to know how many woman I’ve been with?”

he asked, getting back in her face.

“Yes,” she said, trying to sound firm, but failing miserably. It pleased him that she didn’t want to hear about any of the women in his past anymore than he wanted to hear about the men.

“I lost count, but there were plenty.”

“And did you do more than kiss them?” she demanded, getting right in his face.

When he hesitated, she pounced. “So it’s okay for you to have sex with other women, but I can’t have sex with another man?” she asked on a snort of disgust.

“I didn’t have sex with any of them!”

“Why not?”

“For the same reason you shouldn’t have let some other guy f**k you, Sentinels can’t get sexually excited for anyone but their mates. You knew you didn’t want them, but you still f**ked them.”

She glared up at him as her bottom lip quivered. “I slept with them because it was my choice, Chris, My choice,” she stressed. “I don’t give a damn if you think you own me or what this little mark,” she said, gesturing to her navel, “means, but let me tell you what it doesn’t mean,” she said, shoving him away from her and he let her.

“-it doesn’t mean that you get to tell me what to do. It doesn’t mean you can treat me like a whore because I allowed two men I was in relationships with and cared about deeply touch me. Frankly, it’s none of your business. I’m not yours and you certainly aren’t mine. I don’t like you and I damn well don’t want you so you can back the hell off now, or better yet,” she said, reaching into the back seat and grabbed her backpack, “you can stay the hell out of my life.”

With that little announcement that pissed him off more than he ever thought possible, she climbed out of the car and slammed the door in his face. But she didn’t get far.

He was out of the car and had her pinned against it before she could storm off to god only knows where. He yanked her bag out of her hands and tossed it onto the roof of the car.

“Get the hell away from me, Chris,” she snapped, shoving against his chest, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he cleared a few things up for her.

“You seem to be a little confused, Munchkin, so allow me to explain a few things to you,” he said, leaning down until they were practically nose to nose.

She tried to shove him back again, but he barely noticed. At the moment he was having a hell of a time not putting his fists through the window. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, knowing she’d been with two men or that she’d cared about them when she obviously didn’t like him.

For years he dreamed about her, thought about her and craved her by his side and to hear that she not only didn’t like him, but didn’t want him, pissed him off like nothing else. It seemed as though she liked every man but him. He knew it shouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, especially since he didn’t plan on keeping her, but it did. Call it male pride or jealousy, he didn’t care.

“First off, your ass belongs to me, Munchkin,” he said, punctuating his words by snaking a hand behind her and squeezed and caressed her ass, loving the way she felt, but loving that little gasp of pleasure that she tried to hide more.

“No, it doesn’t,” she said, trying to move away from his hand, but between his body and the car there was nowhere to go.

“Oh, but we both know that it does,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Deep down, Munchkin, you know that you’re mine, don’t you?”

“All I know is that I hate you!” she said, trying to squirm and shove him away simultaneously.

“You hate me, huh?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he gave her luscious little ass another squeeze that had him nearly groaning and his dick trying to jump, but there was no give in his now too tight jeans.

“Yes!” she hissed out as he glided his hand lower and pressed between her legs.

“Who would you rather have as your mate?” he asked, dropping his hand from the hood of the car to rest on her hip as he rubbed the tips of his fingers teasingly between her legs, wishing she wasn’t wearing anything so that he could touch her without any barriers.

“A-anyone else,” she said, licking her lips as pushed back against his hand.

“Really?”

“Yes!” she cried out, from his touch or irritation at him and his words, he didn’t know and didn’t care as he snaked his hand beneath the soft flannel shirt.