Page 24 of The War Revision
“Predator?” I ask, confused. God, this man is so damn exasperating.
He bucks his hips, stroking my half-chub with mirth in his eyes. Is he talking about my dick? Did he just name it after a weird alien with dreads?
He unlatches his legs and slowly and purposefully slips down my body. But he doesn’t go far. He gives me his back and perches his ass between my knees, sitting right on my dick.
“Do you mind?” I say to the back of his head. His ponytail tickles my cheek. He smells like sweet wine and peaches.
“Not at all,” he replies, ordering a draft beer and a Macallan. He’s dicking with me again. I can easily push him away, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how his nearness affects me.
“You can’t use my temporary slip against me, by the way,” he tells me, passing me the glass of whiskey a few minutes later.
“Your irrational fear of tiny, defenseless spiders, you mean?”
“You say potato, I say vodka.”
I’m thankful he can’t see the smile on my face.
“You scream like that girl fromThe Ring.” Sally makes a pinched face, appearing behind the bar—sans meat-eater.
“Not true. I’m more like the Prisoner of Azkaban,” Kaiden quips, swinging his head right and left with his mouth open in a silent yell.
“Sally had to call the police to stop them from coming here,” I say, winking at her. We both chuckle and a couple of dudes sitting near us join in the fun.
“Dicks!” Kaiden hisses, sinking his nails into my thigh. It fucking hurts.
“Retract your claws, kitten.” I move his hand away and firmly lace my fingers with his to stop him from scratching at my leg again. He tries to remove his hand, but soon gives up and lets our intertwined fingers fall on his lap.
Sally stares at us for a second—surely confused by our proximity—but then points excitedly at me. “Yes. He sounded like a dying cat who’s just been kicked in the balls, repeatedly.”
“You witch! Go Hocus-Pocus yourself.”
Kaiden’s thumb starts absently brushing mine while he banters with Sally. I smile, listening to them. I feel strangely at easy having a big tattooed man between my legs. His back is relaxed against my chest, and I can feel the vibration of his voice every time he talks—which is non-stop. It’s comfortable and…weird. We are usually at each other throats when in the same room. Tension zapping through our bodies. Even when we fool around.
If my family could see me now. I can clearly imagine their disgusted faces and suddenly remember why I needed to drink tonight. Family is definitely an F-word.
Kaiden laughs and the shaky motion of his body makes my dick twitch.Predator.I grin. My brain is telling me to stand up and leave. But my arm tightens slightly around his waist, while I take a slow sip from my glass.
Chapter 6
Theglitteryencounter
The next ten days are a blur of fornication. I’ve always been a pretty sexual person, but with Cole, I’m a nympho warrior on a sex quest.
Our encounters are scorching hot, fueled by witty, snarky repartees. And every time feels like Cole is trying to fuck all the sassiness out of me with his hands or mouth—amazingly, but unsuccessfully. My after-nuclear-orgasm recovery time is three to five minutes, and bibbidi bobbidi boo, I’m my cheeky self again.
Maybe it’s the secrecy of our trysts that makes it so damn hot. I feel like a teenager again, doing all the dirty things every chance we get, super eager to move to the main course.
Because I really want Cole to fuck me. I was shocked by my admission for a whole long minute, then I shrugged it off. Pleasure is pleasure, whatever hole you decide to use. Who cares if I want it from the Devil? It actually makes it even more wicked.
Plus he’s hung. Just the thought of thick, long Predator has me adjusting my jeans to make more space. I’m well past the age where getting hard right after coming is possible, but Cole coaxes all kinds of unexpected things out of me. Like wanting to spend more time with him. Talking.
It must be because the more I poke him, the more aggressive he turns when we get down to it. And I crave that part of him. When he’s barely in control, teeth showing, growling like an animal, pinning me down while coming all over my ass.
I’m well on my way to another erection, fuck! He’s trying to kill me with all the lust firing through my veins. We’ve been seeing each other almost every day. After fucking around, we now chill a bit. Snacking together and fighting about it, listening to one of my records and fighting about it, watching TV aaand fighting about it.
Almost like an old married couple, who sleeps in different apartments.
Maybe we are getting too close for comfort. I’m starting to feel things I shouldn’t for a casualfuck-enemy.
