Page 80 of The Games We Play
I don’t want to be turned on, yet I am.
“I’m thinking of going home,” I say, anger filling me from my toes up.
His face changes. “Did someone upset you? If it was Halo calling you Irish, I can tell him to stop. Or was it one of the old ladies? I can talk to Clutch, get him to ask Gwen to wind her neck in.”
And suddenly, I can’t hold any of it in, even though none of it makes any sense.
26
SPARK
“Idon’t get the weird obsession you have with me that makes you want to fix everything,” Iris says, her eyes filled with fury. “Or the arrogance that makes you think you can make everything all right again.”
“Obsession with you?” I’m confused as fuck. I don’t know why she’s suddenly so angry, but it came on so fast, I’m playing catch-up. “Is that what you think this is? A fucking infatuation? I’m not fourteen, and this isn’t fucking high school.”
“I don’t know,” she says. “But I’m not one of your club girls.”
“You think that’s what I think you are.” My hands itch to slap her ass, course correct her, until she understands that what I feel for her is gasoline and a match.
I thought we were having a good day. The weather was perfect. We were with our friends ... our family. And yeah,our family. Because the club is embracing her like I do. Gwen already told me how much she likes her. How it will be good to have some younger old ladies in the club.
“I’m outside your clubhouse, making small talk with the old ladies, while you trot off and talk shit with the boys while club ... hookers, whores, whatever they are, try to seduce you all. And I’m sure when you get horny later, you’ll come find me, and we’ll fuck.”
Yeah. She obviously doesn’t see today the way I do. But there’s more. Something has her rattled. This is so out of character. I want to restrain her. Fuck her. Get beneath the brat yelling at me to see what triggered it all. “Watch your mouth, Iris.”
“No. You watch yours. I’m getting a cab home.”
I grab both her arms. “You aren’t going fucking anywhere until we’re done. First, yeah, you’re outside my fucking clubhouse, because it’s so important to me, I wanted to share it with you. Second, you’re with the old ladies because you know what, I thought you belonged there. And you want to know why I thought you belonged there?”
She fights me, trying to break free of my hold, but I don’t let her. “Let me go.”
Her resistance gets me hard, fast. “I thought you belonged there because this, you and me, feels like a fucking comet burning through the sky. Hot, fast, and so fucking beautiful it’s blinding. You want to use terms you don’t understand? Club whores? Fucking? You want to boil this—you and me, something this fucking beautiful—to that? You don’t know shit, Iris. But I’m going to show you what it feels like to be treated like that so maybe you can start to tell the difference. And then maybe you’ll tell me what really is going on.”
When I throw her over my shoulder, some of the brothers cheer. And I’m too fucking furious to even acknowledge them.
I shove Vex out of my way as he passes through the door.
“What the fu—oh, shit,” he curses.
I storm through the bar.
“And I thoughtyouwere hard work,” Clutch says to Gwen as I march past them.
All the while, Iris fights me. She wiggles and squirms and slaps my back and my ass. I barely feel it through my cut. Plus, anger has me insulated from anything she could do.
“You break your hand again, I’m gonna be pissed,” I say as I unlock my door to my room and let her inside. “You remember your safe word. You fucking sayrain, or I’m doing whatever the fuck I want.”
To think I was dumb enough to listen to Gwen and clean my room just in case we ended up staying over.
All night, I’ve been thinking about the buttons down the front of Iris’s pink sundress. Must be at least fifteen of ’em. Was thinking about undoing them slowly while I kissed my way down her body, but fuck that shit. That isn’t what she needs right now. I put her on the floor, fist either side of her V neckline in my hands, and rip, tearing the dress apart. The sound of buttons hitting the wooden floor, buttons I would have worshipped right along with her, pisses me off.
“No,” Iris says, her eyes wide and a single tear sliding over her cheek, but I ignore that fucker, even as I ignore theno. Only one word will stop me, and it’srain.
“Yes, Iris. I’m going to treat you like I would any of those girls out there. And you’re going to behave like one until you sayrain. Because they sure as fuck have confidence. They know the score, like sex, and are absolutely unashamed of their own needs. But you. There are depths to your own needs you haven’t touched yet, and I’m going to show you right now until you tell me what the fuck just happened.”
Her chest heaves, her tits hidden behind pale-pink lace triangles. She’s so fucking feminine and soft I can barely breathe.
With her dress wide open, I can see her pink lace panties, and I know what I need to do. I hoist her up against the wall, free my dick, and spit into my palm before rubbing my saliva over the head.
