Page 27 of Unbound

Her face went sheet-white. She looked shocked for a second. And then her eyes narrowed, and I immediately realizedmy mistake. Shouldn’t talk before coffee. Fuck. Shouldn’t bring up someone I fucked. Ever. Terminator warning screen malfunction.

Her face then went red and shit started flying across the room. The saltshaker, pepper grinder thing, her napkin, the jar of peanut butter. And then the butter knife hit me right in the fuckin’ mouth before clanging to the floor, still covered in fuckin’ peanut butter.

My arms came up to protect my head and I barked,

“Whoa, Tia. Fuck!”

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” she screamed this at me and I heard the disjointed noise of the chair being shoved away before she ran from the room.

Shit.

I followed her upstairs and watched her slam the bathroom door.

“Tia?” I knocked on the door and then jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. “Open up.”

She didn’t answer me. I heard a bunch of shit being banged around in there.

The lock was a shitty bathroom door lock, so I unlocked it with my thumbnail in less than two seconds.

When I got the door open, her eyes were on me and they were on fire. She was pissed at me.

“The second time was a mistake? Only the second time?” she snapped.

“That was a dick thing to say. Wasn’t thinkin’, baby girl. I got a lotta shit on my mind, and–”

She came at me and gave me a shove against my bare chest with both of her palms. She didn’t budge me even a bit and I grabbed her wrists.

“Hey. Chill out.”

She tried to wrestle out of my arms, so I picked her up and carried her out and put her on the bed and pinned her down. Grunting, she tried to shove at me.

“Baby, give me a second to apologize.”

“Let me go. I don’t wanna hear it right now.”

“Tia, I’m sorry.” I put my mouth against her cheek as I said it. I rubbed my nose up her cheekbone. “Okay?”

She stopped struggling, but she was still pissed. I put my lips to her ear.

“I’m sorry. Anyone before you meant nothing. Not a fucking thing. You just threw me off when I was half asleep. I’m not sleepin’ well. I’m edgy.”

Her body relaxed a little bit but her eyes were still fiery.

I kissed her mouth and palmed her face. “I’m a dick. Forgive me.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You can’t boss me to forgive you.”

“Yes, I can,” I insisted and started to kiss her neck, tracing the curve of it with my tongue.

She shivered and her breath quickened, but she was still trying to resist me.

“Forgive me,” I ordered and took one of her tits into my hand and squeezed, nibbling on her earlobe.

She shivered again, but she was trying to fight that pull. She was chewing on her juicy lower lip.

“I have to talk to you. After I fuck you. Gonna fuck you now.” I smiled against her lips.

She tensed up.

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