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He didn’t stop. He was relentless.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “See who’s taking you. It’s me, only me!”

My butt lifted of its on accord and I joined his rhythm. As the pressure grew one more time I concentrated on taking Rage with me. I used my inner muscles to ripple over his cock and got an instant reaction. Sweat popped out on his brow as he fought to keep me from winning, but I’d learned a few tricks of my own. I was determined to win at least one battle in this war. I cupped his balls in one hand and gently squeezed.

It was a catalyst for both of us. For the third time I exploded, but he came too. He bellowed my name so loudly I cringed, expecting the calvary to come charging in.

“Are you satisfied now?” I asked.

“Not completely,” he retorted.

He rose and stared down at me. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“I can’t let you keep doing this to me,” he said.

“Doing what? I came in here to change into workout clothes. All the rest was you,” I stated.

“Then I guess you better damn well get dressed,” he commanded.

Neither of us said another word. I was just tugging the spandex over my ass, and Rage was struggling with his zipper when Colt walked in demanding, “What the hell is taking you so long?”

Colt instantly understood the situation. He said, “Never mind.”

Rage immediately struck a swaggering pose, grinned from ear to ear, and replied, “I didn’t mind at all.”

I knew then that he’d hoped Colt would catch us. I wasn’t amused.

Chapter 17

Rage

I was satisfied inbody and soul. I’d gotten both of the things I wanted with one enjoyable action. I’d nailed Vikki again by getting her angry enough to stop her from thinking. She argued with herself every time she found her body reacting to me. I knew by her expressions that she didn’t want to want me. She felt she shouldn’t have that sexual desire after all the shit she’d been through in her short life. It seemed to embarrass her or maybe she felt it made her a whore to want sex after being raped. Either way I was determined to change that by showing her it was okay to enjoy being with me. I figured I’d gone a long way in doing that over the last few weeks.

I’d also wanted to mark my territory and show Colt exactly what was happening between Vikki and me. I wanted him to back the hell off and stop touching her so casually. He was flirting and it riled me up to think that my woman was likingit and might be considering doing more than taking fighting lessons from him.

Well, he’d gotten a shocking eyeful when he’d walked in on us, so I was certain he got the message that Vikki was off limits. If he hadn’t I’d be happy to show him in a different way, one where I gave him more pain than a busted lip. Nobody touched what was mine. That particular lesson had been drilled into me from childhood. My old man had made sure of it.

Vikki had silently begun her warmup stretches in a corner all by herself. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body as she moved. The thin, emaciated body she’d had when I found her giving birth in the filth of a shipping container had long since been replaced with a healthy one that sported curves in all the right places. We’d taken good care of her since we’d found her, and she’d thrived. Now she was building some muscle tone that held those delicious breasts high and proud and also made her ass round and ready to bite.

I hungered for her. I shifted uncomfortably as my cock decided it wanted to be somewhere in between those sweet cheeks again. The pain and longing must have shown on my face because Colt made a nasty remark when he walked up to confront me.

“I hope to hell it’s throbbing as bad as my lip. You need to shrink the damn thing before my male clients get the wrong idea. Not everyone has noticed Vikki’s presence, and there are some men here who might be interested in screwing a man in leather,” Colt remarked.

“They’ve got you for that,” I retorted. “I’m sure you keep them satisfied.”

“Not likely. One made a pass and barely survived my wrath to talk about it. I don’t give a damn what my clients wants, and needs are nor how they go about relieving them, but I’m not interested in those particular behaviors. Let’s just say everyonehere now knows where I stand and most of them have hooked me up with some very bed worthy women.”

“Screw any woman you take a fancy to but keep your fucking hands off Vikki. Don’t make me have to mention it again,” I commanded.

“If I’m going to teach her I have to touch her. You know that. I don’t know what your problem is, but I do know I’ll have to ban you from being here during her lessons if this shit keeps up. I’m sick of being slammed against a wall or thrown to the ground. I don’t need any more bloody lips. Either let me do what I’ve got to do or get the hell out. I’d hate to have to go to Prime about you. He’s got real problems to deal with. These petty ones would anger him. It wouldn’t turn out well for you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll kick your ass if I have to, or maybe get mine kicked by you and Prime. Either way, I’m not leaving Vikki to you. I thought I made things clear. You’re not blind. You know what we’d been doing in that damn locker room. I’m claiming her,” I testily replied.

He smirked and I wanted to hit him. I imagined him hitting the floor and his head bouncing a few times. I actually saw my foot kicking him in the ribs and smashing them. I felt like I was about to explode out of my skin. It was a familiar feeling from when my brothers had ganged up on me once upon a time that I preferred to forget.

“Now I get it. She’s not just a quick fuck for you. You actually have it bad for her. Your fucking twitterpated. I love it! The mighty Rage has fallen under a woman’s spell, one barely old enough to be called a woman. Just wait until I spread it around. This is going to be fun!” Colt gloated.

“You keep your mouth shut and your damn hands to yourself!” I yelled. “It’s none of your fucking business what I do or feel.”

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