Page 7 of Shielded

I see her mouth drop open from the corner of my eye and I know I’m about to get it. “Are you kidding me? You want me to tone it down? Me? You’re the one that showed up with the flowers and opening doors like if you do some kind things, you can talk to me like you own me.”

“What? I’m not trying to own you. That’s me being a nice guy. If you’d rather I be an asshole, I can make that happen.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’d rather you be yourself, though I doubt they’re very different.”

I laugh. “Is that right? Trust me, sweets, there’s a limit to my kindness. So, if you’d rather me pull the truck over and spank your ass for being so mouthy, just let me know.”

I’m not sure if it’s the tension of the moment, the stress that this is a favor for my brother, or the fact that my dick is enjoying this back and forth, but those words are out there now. I can’t take them back.

“You wouldn’t dare!” She says it as though it’s a challenge, and though I doubt it actually is, my cock is hard against the side of my leg, desperate for relief.

“That sounds like a dare,” I groan. “I spent twenty years in the military, and I would never turn down a dare.”

I stare at her, trying to get a read for what she’ll say next.

Her eyes narrow and her thick thighs brush together as she stares back. “Maybe it is.”

“You’re playing with fire. If you are challenging me to stop this truck and bend your ass over right here, you won’t like how it ends.”

She laughs. “Stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Her gaze draws up to mine in a glare that I can only describe as seductive. Given the words she’s just said, I’m sure it’s not, but that doesn’t stop me from losing control.

I turn the truck around and drive the mile back toward her cabin with my cock thumping, my heart racing, and my palms aching to touch her.

“What are you doing? You’re a psycho! You’re really going to spank my ass?” Her tone is high pitched and fevered.

I don’t say anything because if I open my mouth, I’m going to demand she’s on my knee so I can punish her for mouthing off again. The silence only aggravates her more.

“You know you can’t really spank my ass, right? I’m a grown woman and I’m not going to just let you do whatever you want with me.”

I continue to ignore her until we’re pulling into the driveway. “Because I’m feeling generous, I’m going to give you two options right now. You go change out of that low cut dress and we start this night over like civilized people, or I take you over my knee and spank your ass.”

Laughter is followed with sarcasm as she says, “Yeah, no thanks. I love this dress.” She shimmies back and forth, drawing her hand down over her ample tits. It’s a purposeful move. She’s toying with me.

I growl as my dick pushes harder against my jeans. “Change right now.” My tone is darker than expected. “Last warning.”

She doesn’t move, only grins. Why the fuck do I like this so much. Why am I harder than I’ve ever been?

“I’m not changing, and I’m not moving so…”

I laugh under my breath. “You must want my hand on your ass.”

Her tongue runs over her bottom lip, and she gives me half a smile. “Can’t resist yourself, can you? You need to touch me. That’s why you need me to cover up, so your simple, male brain can focus.”

Something like a burning rage bubbles through me. It’s never happened before. It’s not anger, and it’s not sexual desire. It’s something stronger than both. Warmth fills my stomach and scratches up my chest and through my limbs, guiding me out of the truck and around to the passenger door. I pull her down from the seat and pin her against the warm metal of the truck with a snarl.

Her eyes are wide and she’s panting. I’d stop, except I see she’s enjoying this.

I grip her wrists and hold them up, staring down at her pretty little face. I’m not sure who I am right now, but someone else has taken over.

I lean into her neck and smell her skin, dragging in a breath from her collarbone and up toward the back of her ear.

She stiffens in my arms.

“Do you want to change, or do you want a spanking?”

Her gaze meets mine. “You wouldn’t dare spank me.”

“Are you challenging me?”

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