Page 98 of Gather the Storm

“It’s time to go,” he said, his voice cold.

“You could have waited outside.”

“No one wants to wait on your ass,” he said.

“Fine.” I marched toward the door. But he didn’t move to let me past him. He just stood there, blocking the door and glaringat me like my presence was some kind of insult. “Are you going to move?”

He crossed his giant arms over his chest. “Are you going to make me?”

The whole thing was dumb and childish, but instead of getting annoyed, I felt my panties dampen with desire.

What was it about this fucking guy? This angry, annoying, maddening fucking guy?

“Areyougoing to makeme?” I asked. “You’re the one who said it was time to go.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before he advanced on me, stalking toward me like a giant trampling everything under his feet.

I backed up against the tile wall because I had no choice. It was either that or let him bowl me over.

Then he was standing in front of me. No, not in front of me. More like he wasonme, his body pressed hard against mine so that I could feel his dick.

And if I’d wondered whether Jace Kane’s dick was as big as the rest of him, I had my answer now. He was huge, his cock thick and long, barely contained by his jeans.

Another surge of desire rushed to my cunt as he glared down at me.

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “For me to make you? Is that what Wolf does when he eats your pussy? Does hemake youspread your legs for him? Did Otismake youlet him suck your tits?”

“No,” I said, hating the way my voice sounded, breathy and desperate.

“You sure about that, princess?” Jace reached out a hand, and for a second, I allowed myself to believe he was going to touch me. Instead he grabbed my ponytail and pulled hard,tipping my head back. “Because I’m starting to think maybe you like being made to do things.”

My scalp stung from the pressure on my ponytail, but that wasn’t why the anger expanded in my chest. The anger was because even while Jace was pulling my hair, I wanted him.

I hated him for it, and I hated myself too.

“Maybe,” I said, “but a nuclear bomb could make you the last guy on planet Earth, and you still couldn’t make me fuck you.”

There was a millisecond of surprise in his eyes, maybe even admiration, before I caught the hunger that roared to life there. Then his mouth was on mine, his hands leaving my ponytail and sliding up my shirt, not hard given its size.

He pulled down my bra and covered my tit with his hand. The warmth of his skin sent a shock wave of pleasure through my body and I realized that I’d known this was coming, had known the storm between us couldn’t be held off forever.

I’d been waiting for this, waiting to feel his hands and mouth on my body.

His kiss was an invasion and I opened wide, inviting the searing spear of his tongue as he occupied my mouth. I wasn’t even aware of my hands sliding around his neck, pulling his head down to take the kiss deeper as I moaned into his mouth.

One of his hands left my tit and slid into my shorts and I lifted one of my legs to give him better access.

His fingers slid through my dripping cunt and I moaned as he slid his fingers inside me. He plunged them in and out, rubbing the heel of his hand on my clit, sparking an orgasm at my core.

I moved my hips with the motion of his fingers, then tipped my head back against the tile wall when he broke our kiss.

He trailed his lips across my jaw, down my throat and across my collarbone to my shoulder, exposed thanks to the cut of the T-shirt.

I was so close to coming, on fire and desperate to feel his giant cock inside me. I was about two seconds away from begging when he bit down hard on my shoulder.

“Ow!” My eyes flew open and I shoved him off me. “What the fuck?”

He was leering at me, a knowing smile on his lips. “I don’t see a nuclear bomb, princess, and as near as I could tell from that wet pussy of yours, you were pretty damn close to fucking me.”

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