Page 43 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"In the South Side."
That's in an even worse part of town than her current address. "No. You're not moving there."
"You can't tell me what to do, Ty." She drops back on the bed, crossing her arms against her chest.
"Somebody's got to. You don't have the sense God gave you moving into that place."
"Easy for you to say. With all the millions you have." She lets out a hard breath. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea me staying here. I think I better leave."Rolling off, she comes to her feet on the other side of the bed.
I immediately jump out. "You're not going anywhere."
Her eyes round. No wonder. I'm hard as stone and my cock's curled up almost to my belly button. Well, what the fuck does she expect? Any red blooded male would react the same way to her smell, her voice, her.
She pries her gaze from my dick to glare at me. "Says who?"
"Me."
"You're not the boss of me."
"Real mature, MacKenna." I cross my arms against my chest, widen my stance. "It's past three in the morning, tell me, where would you go?"
"I'll find a motel somewhere near by."
"This is a residential neighborhood. Nearest hotel is several miles away. How would you get there?"
"I'll call a cab same as I did before."
I fling down my arms, knot my hands into fists. "The hell you are. You're staying here with me."
"No."
I stomp toward her, pick her up, drop her on the mattress. My shoulder screams with pain. Fuck. Fine job I'm doing of resting it. "If you don't stay put, so help me God, I'll tie you to the bed."
"You wouldn't dare!" Sparks flash in those beautiful bluebell eyes of hers.
"Watch me." I beat feet to my dresser, yank out a couple of belts, turn around and swing them at her. "Now, what will it be?"
"You're a Neanderthal."
I shrug off the insult. Been called worse.
"Fine. I'll stay." She slams back to the mattress.
Not one to trust her I shove the dresser in front of the door. "And don't even think about sneaking out the window. If you do, an alarm will go off."
"It didn't go off last time I was here."
"I forgot to set it that night."
I crawl into bed, wide awake and jacked up by the turn of events. Good luck falling asleep.
She's breathing hard next to me. "I hate you."
I roll over and face her. "No, you don't. You want me." I point to her hard little nipples. "See."
"If you were any kind of a gentleman, you would not point that out." She bands her arms around her boobs which does nothing but put them in gorgeous display.
I could say something, but I don't. Elbows bent, I prop my head on top of my hands and stare at the ceiling. It's going to be a long night.
