Page 92 of Sweet Escape
I physically recoil. Once upon a time, I would’ve preened under that gaze; now it just feels predatory.“I don’t want your apologies. And I sure as fuck don’t need you eye fucking me either. Leave.”
“You stupid bitch. You think this guy wants you? You’re just some fucktoy to him.”
Wilder shoves me behind him, his knuckles white, and rears back. His fist connects with Jake’s jaw in a sickening crack. The music stops, and all eyes land on us.
Jake cradles his face, a bruise already forming from the impact. “I should have you arrested!”
“Did y’all see anything?” Wilder asks, scanning the crowd.
“Sure did,” Gramps says. “Clumsy asshole fell and hit his face on the table.”
Another voice chimes in. “Yeah.”
I spot Luca and Ivy in my periphery, his arm wrapped protectivelyaround his wife. “Everything okay over here?” he asks.
“Fine,” Wilder responds. “This piece of shit was just leaving.”
“Not without my bunny.”
“Ha!” I scoff. “You’ll be waiting a while, asshole. I’m not going anywhere with you—and I’m not your bunny. I’m not youranythinganymore.”
Wilder’s eyes darken, and he brings his face within inches of Jake’s. Color leaches from my ex as Wilder looms over him, his corded muscles pulled taut with barely restrained fury. This shouldn’t be turning me on, but fuck if I’m not ready to jump his bones after this. “I suggest you get the fuck out of our town before we run you out.”
It’s then that Jake finally decides to read the room. A group of townies is closing in, waiting for the first chance to take him out. One thing about Oak Ridge—you don’t fuck with their people and get away with it.
“You’ll come crawling back,” Jake spits.
I snort, my shoulders shaking from the force of my laughter. “Even Amber got tired of your limp dick.”
His nostrils flare, and I instinctively take a step back. I’ve never seen him so murderous. Then again, I never really stood up to him before—not like this, not in a crowd full of people where he can be publicly humiliated.
Before he can throw another lame ass insult, he’s pulled away by security and the whole crowd erupts into loud cheers.
I twist in Wilder’s arms, burying my face against his shirt. His familiar woody scent envelopes me, and a peace washes over me.
“Let’s go home,” he murmurs.
As soon as we step inside, Wilder has me backed up against the door, his lips trailing a path down my body as he unzips my jumpsuit. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to peel you out of this fucking outfit?”
“No.” The word is little more than a breathy sigh.
“All goddamn night, Liv. I didn’t even want to leave the house. Nobody else should ever get to see you like this. Only me.”
“Are you feeling possessive, Big Guy?”
“After what happened tonight, your piece of shit ex trying to claim you? Yeah. You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?”
Leaving my clothes discarded in the entry, I dash down the hallway. “Better hurry up and show me, then.”
His strides are purposeful as he chases after me, the clinking of his belt following me all the way to his room. He catches up to me before I can reach the bed and pushes me up against the wall. “Bend over, hands flat on the wall like a good girl.”
I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him tossing his shirt into a heap on the floor, his cock jutting out of his unzipped jeans. “I can’t be slow tonight. I need you.”
“You have me.”Heart and soul.
He wraps a hand around my neck in a possessive grip, keeping me upright as his other hand skates below my belly, reaching between my thighs. “Mmmm. So wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
