Page 172 of Fury

What the hell.

I locked the bedroom door, locking out the bullshit grandstanding and everyone’s startled faces. Especially Butler’s. Bro had it bad.

I eyed her. “Come here.”

Tania came over to me, letting out a breath. My hands slid around her neck, and I kissed her again. That familiar taste of booze, comfort, impulsiveness, gratification filled me.

“Finger...”

“You want to fuck?” I said against her warm lips, a small dark laugh under my words.

She laughed back. A nervous laugh, a relieved laugh. It was good to be alone with her after the parade of fools the past hour.

We relaxed on the bed together, kicking off our shoes.

“I guess I’m spending the night, huh?” she asked, letting out a sigh.

“You guessed right.” I folded my arms under my head.

“I had to call you in. I was really worried about my brother and the new shitstorm he’s brewed up,” said Tania. “You were going to find out anyway, but I couldn’t take the chance that they’d—”

“You did right. Better I handle this now, as it’s happening, rather than later when shit blows up and gets out of control, according to every dumb fuck’s perception of events.”

I turned on my side, my hand roaming over her abdomen, sliding under her shirt. Her smooth skin was warm under my touch.

She let out a small gasp. “Well, after tonight, everyone will think differently of me.”

“That was the point.”

“I imagine the men will keep at least a five-mile distance from me from now on.”

“You sound disappointed. Were you after Jack cock tonight?”

She laughed. “Well, that aspiration is shot to shit now, isn’t it?” She pressed her lips together, her eyes on the ceiling.

She had it bad for Butler. But there was nothing to be done there.

My hand cupped a breast, and her breath caught as I stroked over the material of her bra. “Who’s the lucky asshole?” I squeezed a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she whimpered at the sensation I’d provoked.

Her eyes met mine. “Forget it. I’m trying to.”

You got that right.

I unzipped the side of her skirt.

“Finger,” she whispered.

“Tania,” I whispered back.

“You could’ve had one of those women in there, if not two or three, no problem, to service your needs. I cut into your action tonight.”

“Yeah, what a fucking shame. Make it up to me.”

I slid her silky top up her torso and pushing her bra out of the way, palmed a breast. Kneading it, I took a nipple in my mouth, and her body stiffened. I kept sucking, and she let out a groan, her back arching. She wanted this too, but she was fighting it.

“Have I ever said no to you before?” she said.

“Never.” I glanced at her, unsure of where she was heading with this as I licked, sucked, stroked. “Have I ever forced you?”

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