Page 81 of Phantom Faceoff
I’m more careful going outside than I was coming in, some of the urgency settling in my veins as a pounding excitement.
Given how this night has played out, I’d think our positions would be the other way around. Daddy teaching me a lesson for misbehaving.
But he asked me what I wanted. I want to let this ugliness out. I want it to leave me alone.
And I want him. I want to give it to him. Because Malachi has already turned himself into my safety net.
When I round the back of the house, I don’t have to look far to find him. He’s picked out a tree right at the edge of the yard, leaning against it with his arms crossed and hoodie pulled up to his nose.
Malachi doesn’t seem like the type to wear his boyfriend’s clothes, but I figured if I conveniently left something behind, he just might take it anyway.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask once I’m close enough I won’t have to shout. What I want to ask is “are you okay?” but I’m almost afraid of the answer.
He tugs the hoodie down and rakes his eyes across my body. A fire starts in my belly and quickly spreads out.
“You still want to fuck me into the ground?”
This man is going to be the death of me.
“Doyouwant to be fucked into the ground?”
His mouth splits in a grin, and when he reaches for me, I fold into him. Our mouths come together, and his fingers find perch in my hair.
We push and pull at each other until my shirt hits the ground, and the cold night air immediately pebbles my skin.
“Shit,” I say into another kiss, shivering. “Maybe fucking out here isn’t such a good idea.”
Malachi smiles into the press of our lips. “Get your cock in me, and I’ll warm you right up, Wildfire.”
A growl works its way out of me. “You have no right being this sexy.”
His hands land on my waist and start unbuttoning my jeans. “I’m hearing a lot of talking and not enough fucking.”
It’s my turn to smile, taking my jeans from him and shoving them down my legs. “Feeling desperate, Daddy? Do you need my cock?”
I manage to slip the hoodie off over his head amidst our flirting, and beneath is one of his work t-shirts. Guilt grabs me in that moment, and it’s significantly more gentle how I cup my hands around the back of his neck and bring his lips back to mine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over against his mouth. I’m a jackass with a hidden mean streak, and I hate that he had to be on the receiving end of it.
“You can apologize and explain your bad attitude later,” he says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. “Right now, we’re going to go far enough into the brush that your buddies won’t see or hear us, and you’re going to fuck me as hard as you’re capable.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, won’t you?”
Something he said earlier rubs me wrong in the brain.
Men hurt him when he doesn’t give them what they want.
“Don’t do this just because I want it.”
His eyes level with mine. Not a hint of fear or apprehension. Just determination and resolve.
“Zander,” he says my name, and it sends a shiver from my shoulders to my toes. “You’re my Wildfire. Burning hot and covered in flames. I touch you because I don’t mind the pain, because I can be your balm if you’ll let me.”
His lips descend on my neck. “In saying that.” He sucks a bruise right over the hollow of my throat. “I’m getting fucked tonight. Either you runmeinto the ground, or I’ll rideyouinto it.”
New fantasy unlocked.
There’s a strange sort of calm surrounding us as we make our way down the trail. Far enough that the house is obscured by the trees. There’s a smoking passion rising inside as Malachi’s words play on repeat in my head.
