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“Not all, but I pay attention,” I reply, lips breaking into a grin. “You study textbooks, I studyyou.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
I lean in, brushing my lips over her cheek. “Maybe, but I’myourpain in the ass.”
She turns her head with a sharp, irritated snarl– not away from me, buttome. Her mouth crashes into mine like it’s the only way she can shut me up. Or maybe she’s just trying to drown out all the noise in her own head. Either way, her kiss is fierce, and I answer with my whole damn body.
I press her tighter against the tree, hands sliding beneath her shirt, the heat of her skin bleeding into my palms. I kiss her like she’s mine, because right now, in this moment, she is.
It escalates fast. Miley claws at my shirt desperately, nails dragging down my back as I yank it off overhead. Then I strip hers away in a flourish of movement, yanking her jeans down to her knees and shoving a hand between her legs. She’s already wet for me, and when I slide my fingers inside, she moans into my mouth, hips bucking against my hand.
“I know you like this,” I growl, nipping her lower lip. “You like when I take control. Your head might not trust me, but your body does.”
She makes a little grunt of objection, but it dissolves into a moan as my thumb circles her clit, fingers pumping in and out. Her hand fumbles with my waistband, snaking beneath it and wrapping around my girth. A shudder runs through me as her fingers tighten and she starts to pump me in her fist, my own fingers working faster between her legs.
We break apart just long enough to kick our bottoms the rest of the way off, then I grab her by the backs of her thighs and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, fingers sinking into my hair as our mouths crash together again. Pressing her backagainst the tree, I line up and thrust inside, her tight pussy swallowing every inch as I slam home.
Her body clenches around me as she sucks in a choked gasp, hands slamming down onto my shoulders and fingernails digging in. Her hips buck as I start pounding into her, chasing every thrust. We fuck like we’re still running– hard, fast, reckless. Savage and animalistic.
Miley’s teeth scrape the edge of my jaw and she bites down hard, clawing at my back.Like I said, she’s hot when she’s mad.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl in her ear, relishing the shot of pain. “So fucking fierce.Mine.”
She cries out as she comes undone around me, her entire body tensing then breaking on a shudder. I shove in deep as I roar out my own release, completely lost in the heat of her, in the crash of euphoria that has me coming so hard I see stars.
Miley sags against me as her climax ebbs, arms wound around my neck and forehead pressed to my shoulder. I hold her there, hands gripping her hips, dick still buried inside her.
She suddenly laughs, but she’s still so breathless that it comes out as a weird hiccupy sound. “This is so fucked up,” she mutters.
“Yeah,” I agree, kissing her neck. “But it works.”
She chokes on another laugh, then looks up at me, eyes shining. “Don’t let go yet,” she whispers.
I don’t.
We stay pressed together for a few more minutes, heartbeats slowing as we come back into ourselves. I’d stay like that forever if we could, but Miley eventually disentangles herself and drops to her feet, the two of us fumbling to get dressed again.
“We’re a disaster,” she mumbles as she brushes dirt from the front of her blouse.
I yank my shorts up, then lean in to kiss her one last time. “Best disaster you’ll ever have, babe.”
CHAPTER 28
Miley
I’mtwo pages from the enemies finally becoming lovers when a knock sounds on my apartment door.
Rude.
Lowering my paperback with an annoyed huff, I glare toward the door like I can make whoever’s on the other side go away through sheer force of will, but of course I can’t be that lucky. Another knock comes, and I toss my novel onto the coffee table with a heavy sigh, pushing up from the couch and stomping over to answer it.
Odds are, it’s Jordan– and if she’s interrupting my reading time, she’d better have brought sugary snacks.
Three more sharp, authoritative thuds sound at the door moments before I flip the lock and yank it open, my blood chilling in my veins when I meet the pair of cold grey eyes staring back at me from the other side.
Oh fuck.
I’m half tempted to drop to the ground and pretend I’m dead, but for some reason, I don’t think my father will be convinced. So instead, I just stand there staring at him with my mouth hanging open for a long, torturous moment until I finally manage to get my bearings and step aside to allow him entry. Because the only thing worse than an unexpected visit from Alpha is making him wait.
