Page 63 of Scrimmage

“Shouldn’t you get back to your groupies and leave me the fuck alone?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, my eyes watching her mouth. “You’re soaking wet already, aren’t you? I'll bet you’re ready to be fucked.” I grab her chin in a punishing grip between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me.

She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but I reach down and shove them apart, scraping her back against the dock, raising us above the water. My fingers dig into her hips.

“Armory.” She glares at me. “Penny is probably—” I swipe my finger through her slit, and she shivers.

“What? Looking for you? You said she was busy.”

She’s caught between wanting to fuck me and wanting to continue being a brat. Her chest heaves and lightning flashes again.

“You won’t do it.” The words are strong, but it’s just a challenge. She loves those.

I grab my cock, teasing her entrance. “Won’t I?”

I sink into her slowly. She’s warm, her pussy hugging me like it craves me. She moans, and I grab her throat, squeezing it. It’s like a switch has flipped and submission is written all over her face. There’s my favorite side of her. The one that listens.

“Baby girl,” I groan, holding her gaze. “Chance wouldn’t know what to do with you.”

More thunder. More lightning.

“He might,” she tries to argue.

“No one can make you come like I do. They won’t put their hand around your throat and squeeze until you come so hard that you see stars.” She swallows under my palm. I lean down and whisper into her ear. “They won’t hurt you like I do.”

Her body shudders while her pussy clenches around me. “Hurt me then, Golden Boy. No one is looking.”

I drive up into her, watching her eyes roll back. Barnes doesn’t deserve to see this. None of them do. Her nails dig into my chest and it almost makes me come. The last two times have been quick. I want more, but it’s like the Universe doesn’t want me to fucking have it. Lightning strikes a tree nearby. Her pussy grips me so tight with her orgasm that I can’t help it.

I can’t pull out. I don’t know if there isn’t time, or if it’s that I physically can’t bring myself to do it. The first time was the kind of oxytocin release that I can’t get anywhere else. It’s dominance. It’s an assertion that I can do what I want when she’s under me. I finish violently as lightning strikes closer. Her eyes widen as she realizes the very real danger we might be in.

My adrenaline is pumping. I pull out and set her up on the dock like a rag doll, climbing up beside her. We rush to our soaked clothes on the beach as the rain returns, pouring down in sheets. It starts to hail, and I think I hear her scream ‘oh shit’. We full out run toward the cabin, and we don’t stop until the door is slammed behind us.

The wind rages outside of the cabin, promising destruction. It doesn’t look like Penny or Alexi came back here.

“Penny!” Ashland shouts. There’s no response.

She’s standing in the living room, water dripping off of her onto the floor. I grab towels from the bathroom and wrap one around her. She shrinks away, practically growling at me like a nice gesture will kill her.

“I’m sure she’ll be back,” I assure her.

“Yeah, but…” She looks around hesitantly.

“But what?”

“She doesn’t like storms.”

“You said she was fine down at the lake.”

“That was before the hail.” She throws the towel off and rushes to the front door, but I grab her arm dragging her back with indecision. The wind howls, threatening to tear the roof off. There’s a wild look in those teal eyes, a storm raging all on their own. She yanks herself away from me with a force I wouldn’t think her capable of. “Where is Troy’s cabin?”

I stare at her. If I don’t tell her maybe she won’t go. The storm sounds like it’s getting worse. This is the safest place for us right now. My phone starts to blare with an emergency weather alert.

“No,” I answer defiantly. “You hear that? That’s a tornado.”

She clenches her fist. "Fine."

Ashland turns the handle to the front door, and it flies open from the wind. Leaves, rain, and hail are swept inside, but she ignores it, fighting her way outside. I’m fucking dumbfounded. This isn’t just dangerous, Ashland is putting herself in the way of a possible natural disaster. She doesn’t even fucking know where she’s going. Penny is afraid of storms. So what? We all have shit. Alexi is my best friend, but he can handle himself. Penny isn’t weak.

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