Page 88 of Unleashed

Going to her ear, I say, “I told you I’d go, but I’m not helping you break up with me again for dear old Dad.”

I hear her swallow, but she tips up her chin to show me she doesn’t give a damn. I smell her jasmine shampoo, which reminds me of her kissing me while riding me in bed. We were so connected in every way. Her hair, mixed with her scent, fires me up, and I can’t stop my body from reacting. I’m so goddamn mad but helplessly turned on. It’s fucking unfair.

Outside the door, the stairs creak. I guess it’s time for me to hit a homer. Batter up.

Since her dad is nearby, as I hover at Simone’s ear, I whisper, “We’ve got company. Moan or announce what you want to do to me.” Christ, yes.

With me holding onto her wrists, Simone thrashes and whisper-shrieks, “No!” Wisps of her pinned updo fall over her face, and I stop myself from sweeping her cheek to tuck hair behind her ear. Loser. “I’ll tell him the truth.”

I mock her in a high-pitched whisper, “The whole truth and nothing but the truth? We were legally married, but one day, we broke up. So fucking tragic. That happens in some marriages, as you would know, Daddy.” Simone squirms, but I don’t let go of her as I continue whispering in my regular, fuming tone. “I, on the other hand, will tell him the factual truth. I’m done lying for you. Your scam is over.”

Simone’s jaw drops open, and my dick surges at the sight of her flicking, hot tongue. Only two options exist for me to handle it if I stay. And angry jerking isn’t a song and twirl in a meadow at the foot of an Austrian mountain.

I whisper-rage on, “And because of you, I lied to Hadley about my past. Why don’t you just have your big bro feature it as the top story at eleven?”

Simone sighs, and I let go of her wrists to avoid bruising her, but I don’t care if I do. She mumbles, “I’m sorry. I wish I hadn’t.”

I shake my head and clench my fists, ready to smash one of her mirrors. Her bedroom is like a disco ball. “Bull. Shit.”

Simone looks up at me, snarling. “Bite me, Rod.” The daring gleam in her eyes is as annoying as her calling me that.

Okay, then.

I dive into the crook of Simone’s neck again and sink my teeth into her. I don’t have fangs and drink her blood. I’m not Dracula or Edward, for fuck’s sake. Though I may as well be part vamp because Simone shrieks but doesn’t move away. She almost seems to melt against me. Fuck, she smells and tastes so good. Alternating between bites and licks, I’m torturing myself as my dick aches against my fly. What the hell am I doing?

Simone pants with a groan but whispers, “I said to get out.”

I kiss her teeth-marked skin but remember what a shrew she is and cover it up by sucking hard. Simone squeaks, “Shit! No!” She tries escaping my grasp, but I don’t let go of her until I’m satisfied that she’ll have a hickey for the whole fucking world to see. Either she’ll lie and say it’s from one of her manwhores, or she’ll lie and tell everyone that her husband did it, which I’m not anymore. Wilder has given Hadley plenty of hickeys...but with fewer complications. Oh, well. Maybe it’s kind of assholish. But also kind of brilliant.

Simone punches my shoulder, which I deserved. I lift my head as she touches the dark pink bruise. Her father coughs in the room across the hall, reminding us we’re not alone. Don’t worry, dickhead. We know.

I turn my head toward the door and pant, but I sound like a St. Bernard hiking up a mountain. When I look back at Simone, she picks up her purse from her desk chair and pulls out her phone. While holding it in one hand, she raises her other hand to her mouth and licks her fingertips. When she slides her hand into the front of her deep-cut dress, she swirls her finger over her tit under the fabric. I’m fucking speechless and throbbing harder. She may kill me.

I lick my dry lips, imagining my mouth on her. Simone sucks in air, and I groan for real. As she continues to play with her nipple, she whispers, “You need to leave. I have a date.”

Images of that bar douche manhandling Simone bombard me, and my heart rams against my chest. If I had a bat, I would’ve hit a grand slam with his head. Not for Simone’s sake, but just for shits and giggles.

Since my mouth is close to the door, loud enough for her perv dad to hear, I clench my teeth and order, “Take off your dress.”

Although Simone doesn’t want me here, she sets her phone on the dresser between heavy breaths and whispers, “Make me, Rod.”

My anger boils, and my whispers grow more heated. “You sure about going there, Garrison?”

Simone tilts her head. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

With a rebellious glare to match hers and hoping he’s in earshot, I knock the back of my shoulder against the door and moan, “Right...there. Suck it harder. So good. Now lick my balls.”

With a sourpuss expression, Simone flips me off. Any other time, I’d laugh or flip one right back at her, but it only sets me the fuck off.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I reach down to pull my shirt out of my pants and unbutton my shirt on autopilot. She watches me and whispers, “I don’t need you.”

I open my shirt and whisper, “But you want me.”

When we hear more noise from the guest room, I move closer, grab her hips, and yank her to me. Simone’s soft groin meets my hard one. It’s as if we’re each other’s missing piece, no matter how much we try not to be.

I lift the bottom of her short dress and squeeze her ass cheeks. Simone pushes on my shoulders but rubs her tits against my naked chest. Reaching up, I tear the fabric away from her left tit. Her nipple is diamond-hard, and so am I. I remove my other hand from her ass, and diving between us, I sweep my fingers through her pubic hair. This time, she moans but grabs my wrist and hisses, “Stop touching me.”

Through my teeth, I whisper back, “Make me, Garrison.”

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