Page 93 of Fight or Flight
“Meet me in the bathroom,” I sort of whisper/hiss, knowing the mic on my earpiece will pick it up.
Not waiting for his answer, I stalk toward the door.
The hallway is empty as I exit the great room, and I don’t see a soul as I slip into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I last about five seconds before I start pacing, and I’m still pacing when Jace pushes the door open about a minute later and steps into the small room.
He starts to say something, but I don’t let him get a word out before I shove him against the wall.
He laughs as he bounces off the hard stone, but I don’t miss the gleam in his eyes as I crowd him against it. He gives me a lazy grin and pushes his hips out so our hard cocks scrape together.
“What the fuck was that?” I practically growl at him.
“What was what?” he asks innocently.
“That shit with the talking.” I point to my ear.
“That was just me keeping you distracted so you didn’t freak out about what you were about to do.”
“And the dancing?”
His smile melts into a sexy smirk. “Also a distraction.” He bumps his cock against mine again. “And it’s not like you were hating life, so what are you really mad at?”
“I’m mad that you were fucking with me while I was trying to do something that could get me killed.”
“I wasn’t fucking with you while you were switching the cards. In fact.” He gives me a quick shove, and I stumble back a few paces. “I’m the one who found the opening for you to do it.”
“After you fucked with me.” I push him back against the wall.
He laughs, and it feels like my blood pressure goes up a few points as white-hot anger fills me. “I don’t think that’s why you’re mad,” he says, an infuriating smile on his stupid face.
“Then why am I mad since you seem to be the expert in how I think and feel?”
He gives me another shove, harder this time, and I nearly fall on my ass from the force of it.
“I think you’re mad that I got you all hot and bothered when you couldn’t do anything about it.” He advances on me, and I instinctively step back. “I think you’re mad that Courtney wasbetween us and she’s the one who got to feel what you did to me.” Another step. “And I think you’re mad that I haven’t made good on what I told you I wanted to do to you.” He takes two more steps, and I have to scramble back so he doesn’t bump into me.
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I?” His grin is dark, and the wildness in his eyes sends a thrill through me.
“So wrong.”
Moving faster than I can register, he grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me against the far wall. I hit the stone surface so hard the breath is forced from my lungs, but I quickly refill them with a gasp when Jace cups my hard cock with his big hand.
“Yeah,thisdoesn’t feel mad.” He squeezes my dick and presses me into the wall with his powerful body.
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and he jams his other hand between us and rips open the button on my pants.
“You want my mouth?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that does things to me that it has no business doing.
I start to tell him to fuck off, but the protest dies on my lips when he shoves one hand under my waistband and grips my bare cock.
“Ask me nicely for it.” His voice is low and soft and somehow more menacing than if he were yelling at me.
“Please,” I scrape out.
His grin deepens, and I let out another low moan when he drops to his knees and yanks my pants and underwear down so they’re around my thighs and my cock springs free.
