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“Holly—”

“Answer the fucking question!” I yelled, stomping my foot just to release some of the anger swelling inside of me.

“God, you’re so fuckingdifficult!” he yelled back at me. He stormed up to me, but I didn’t budge. I didn’t even flinch. “All I’ve ever wanted you for was your pussy anyway?—”

I slapped him so hard, my palm stung, the skin immediately becoming red. His head whipped to the side before he worked his jaw around. With a snarl, he gripped my wrist and shoved me out the door. I landed on my ass on the porch, my eyes wide. Before I could move out of the way, Derrick grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking on the strands to try to pull me to my feet. I screeched, my hands reaching up to claw at his wrists, digging my nails in hard enough to draw blood.

And then, my hot as fuck neighbor popped up like smoke, wrapping his hand around Derrick’s wrist right beneath where I was clawing at his skin. Derrick blanched, grunting in pain.

“Release her right the fuck now,” Jenson growled, “or I will break every bone in your fucking wrist andmakeyou.”

Derrick quickly released me, and Jenson released him. Snarling, Derrick stormed down the porch, and a moment later, he peeled out of my driveway, laying rubber on the asphalt as he pulled off, spinning tires. Rain came pouring down from the sky a moment later, like it was mocking me for my shit morning.

“You okay?” Jenson asked. Reaching down, he grabbed me beneath my arms and helped me up to my feet. My breath hitched in my throat when he gently grabbed my forearm. He clenched his jaw as he inspected my wrist. “Come on,” he rumbled when I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure if I could get my brain to cooperate. Because what the fuck had just happened?

Jenson shut my front door, and I wordlessly followed him down my porch and through the rain to his house. I was a little freaked out by Derrick’s violence. I knew I’d slapped him first, but I had a feeling if Jenson hadn’t stepped in, Derrick would have seriously hurt me. And over what—me catching him cheating and calling him out on being a dick? Seriously though, what else had he truly expected me to do when he claimed to only want my pussy?

“Th-thank you,” I whispered as we entered his house. I was shaking now, my teeth chattering. Jenson wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me into his kitchen, the warmth of his arm barely registering. “D-Don’t know wh-why I’m sh-shaking,” I stuttered.

“Adrenaline,” Jenson calmly told me. Gripping my hips, he lifted me onto his pristine, white kitchen counter. “Want to tell me what happened?” he asked as he rummaged in a cabinet before pulling out a Ziploc bag.

I winced and looked down at my lap. “He cheated on m-me,” I muttered. My shaking was slowing, making the chattering of my teeth die down some. “With a friend of mine.”

“Well, she’s a bitch for spreading her legs for your boyfriend, and he’s a fucking douchebag for cheating on a woman as gorgeous as you,” he said as he dropped some ice cubes into the bag. My cheeks warmed a little at his words. Zipping it up, he released the air from it before turning to face me. He draped a kitchen towel over my wrist before placing the ice over it. Then, he wedged himself between my thighs. My breath hitched in my throat, my nipples pebbling. Warmth surged through my core, tingles erupting through my body.

“You’re too fucking beautiful to be letting some dick treat you like you don’t deserve to be worshipped,” he rumbled, his eyes meeting mine.

I swallowed thickly, warmth pooling in my core. He planted his hands on either side of me on the counter, his eyes flickering to my lips. I licked them, unable to keep from teasing him. I was a brat—sue me.

His gaze darkened, and a deep rumble sounded from his chest.

“You don’t have work today?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “As the owner,” he said, flashing me a wicked grin when my mouth dropped open, “I don’t allow my men to work on days it’s supposed to rain. It’s too dangerous, and we can’t get anything done anyway.” He smirked at me then—a cocky one. “Surprised?”

I nodded. “I thought you were just a construction worker,” I mumbled.

He chuckled. “When I was in my early twenties, I was, but I quickly figured out that working for others wasn’t my thing.” He stepped in closer, his shaft pressing into my core. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. Fuck, he was thick and long and so, so hard. “I like being the one to call the shots.”

Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I knew without a doubt that he wasn’t talking about work anymore.

“Will you let me call the shots, doll?” he murmured, his lips just barely brushing my jaw. I shivered, my eyelids fluttering.

Unable to speak, I just nodded my head. Lowering his head, he nipped at my throat. I whined low in my throat. “Good,” he growled.

Then, his lips took mine in a hard, bruising kiss.

And holy shit...

That one fucking kiss ruined me for any other guy.

I eagerly kissed him back, and when I reached up with both hands to wrap my arms around his neck, the ice fell to the side. He pinned my injured wrist back down, slipping the ice back onto it. Groaning in desperation, I curled the fingers of my good hand into his hair, licking at the seam of his lips. He opened for me but then took over the kiss, licking into my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

I ground against him, desperately needing friction, too lost in a haze of need to care how desperate I looked. But he obviously didn’t care because he gripped my hips and rocked me over him, grinding into me at the same rhythm. Encouraging me to take what I needed. What I wanted.

I whimpered and moaned into his mouth, beyond delirious as he quickly brought me to the edge. In mere minutes, I was tumbling over it, and when I was about to cry out his name, he stuck his tongue back in my mouth, shutting me up. I trembled, shaking, my orgasm washing over me and making me forget my own name.

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