Page 13 of The War Revision
“I need to shower and to rub one out,” he informs me oh-so-casually. The fucking tease. He adjusts his dick, not even trying to be subtle.
“Well, feel free to say my name while you do it,” I deadpan.
“Is your middle name Channing?” the cheeky bastard quips.
I make a tsk sound. Since I don’t trust myself, I slide my hands inside the front pockets of my pants and take a couple of steps till I’m right in front of him. When I lean toward his face, he sucks in his breath, making me smirk with satisfaction at his strong reaction. I move my head to the side until my lips stop near his ear. “You know very well what name you’ll scream, darling. I bet I’d even be able to hear you from my apartment, if I didn’t have to go to work.”
I push myself back and look straight into his green eyes. They are filled with annoyance, indignation, and heat. So much heat.
“Is delusion one of the seven sins?” He sniffs and turns around. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out,” he mutters over his shoulder. I follow his delectable rump until it disappears behind his bedroom door, and then quickly get out of his apartment.
I pause in the hallway and take a deep breath.What the fuck just happened?
Jesus, Kaiden has the ability to completely destabilize me. Not that I ever show it to him. I’m usually quite good at covering it. Until today.
I spanked Kaiden to shut him up.
And it worked. Too well. So well that I’m left with a damn hard-on which doesn’t seem to want to go down, a brain filled with his low, sexy as fuck moans, and the memories of my fingerprints on his perfect ass.
I walk back into my apartment, and my eyes catch sight of a white and black furry ass running inside my guest room.
Even that doesn’t make my dick deflate, but my vexation toward the guy is back, and my hand twitches, wanting to deliver round two.
I hate to admit it but watching Kaiden squirm on my lap was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever witnessed.
I push away the sexy image and start undoing my shirt.
My phone lights up on the kitchen island, and when I see the name on the screen, my mouth tightens in a long line.
I hang the Out to Lunch sign on the shop door and lock it up. The sky is cloudy. Autumn should be here, but it’s still seventy-nine degrees out. My ass stings with every fucking step I take, the jeans rubbing against my too sensitive skin.
Because Cole spanked me, and I fucking loved it.
Fuck me, there’s so much wrongness in that sentence. But I can’t deny the truth. It’s not my style. I always own how I feel. Just like Cole owned my ass yesterday morning. I’m lucky I had a homemade cream Sally made for sunburns, or I wouldn’t be able to sit.
He didn’t even touch my cock, but fuck, I was so turned on. Couldn’t think straight. He grabbed the reins and it felt so damn good to just let go. I haven’t been this alive and excited in…can’t even fucking remember.
Since yesterday I’ve rubbed my cock so many times it feels raw. But knowing Cole leans toward that particular kink sets me on fire like crazy. Maybe because it’s so unexpected from the proper, uptight asshole.
Even more confusing, I didn’t expect to be into it that much either. I’ve never been spanked before. Not as a kid—my charming mother preferred to hit me in the face—and certainly not as an adult. It’s nuts to think I’ve made the discovery after forty.
More than the spanking, I realized it was giving up control that aroused me the most. With women, I’m usually the one doing the fucking and with men, even the power-bottoms never made my eyes cross and brain check out.
I want more of it. I want to explore it. A smile curls my lips while I think about new ways to make Cole snap.
My phone starts vibrating. I pull it out of my jeans and roll my eyes at my brother’s name flashing on the screen.
Never thought a groom could “out-zilla” a bride. Jordzilla can.
“Let me guess. The table napkins are pearl white instead of shell white.” I don’t give him time to talk. “The cupid ice statue was inadvertently switched with a pig with huge nuts. Ash decided on a sky-blue tux with ruffles, and the officiant started to worship Cole aka Satan.”
After an annoyed sigh, he quickly shoots back, “Egg white table napkins. There will be no cupid or huge-nutted pig ice statue. Ash opted for a dark purple suit, and the officiant is you, so unless you let Cole tempt you…”
Fuck, but I did. And I want him to do it again.
“To what do I owe this call, then, Jordzilla-bridezilla?”
“Did you get the officiant certificate, yet?” I hear the sound of pages turning, and I imagine him going through his four-ply-toilet-paper-roll-long wedding list of things to do. Why do people put themselves through this? A nice city hall wedding sounds much better to me. Listening to Jordie’s planning only makes me exhausted.
