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“Go fuck in your bedroom.” That deep roar could only belong to one person.

I peered toward the right, where Calder was sitting down on the three seater couch. He had the remote in his hand, and he switched off my soap opera to watch the sports channel. I rolled my eyes, but didn’t climb off Hendrix’s lap.

“Come on, man. Don’t be a dick,” Hendrix said, releasing his grip on my wrists. His hand traveled up my thigh and into the hem of my cotton shorts. “You know you’ve been dying to feel how warm and tight she is.”

My entire body stiffened, despite a finger brushing against the entrance of my already soaked pussy. Did I want Calder to be involved in this? No, was right there, on the tip of my tongue. But deep down, I knew that was a lie. I’d fantasized about him, and if Hendrix was right, that meant Calder fantasized about me too.

He wasn’t like Kyle, and for some reason, that turned me on. I could push back against Calder’s cruel words, and didn’t fear that he would hurt me. I could fight him, and I knew that I was safe with him. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least I didn’t think he would. And maybe that was why, despite the hatred that seemed to be the main emotion I held for the grumpy asshole, I also had a desire to fuck him.

“He wants to give in,” Hen whispered. “But he’s scared.”

I smiled, glancing toward Calder. “Is he right, Calder? Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“No.” He didn’t even look my way, his attention glued to the screen. He took a swig from the bottle in his hand, then set it on the end table beside him.

“Or watch while I suck Hen’s?” I asked.

“You talk a lot. Why don’t you be a good girl and get back in the kitchen to finish dinner?” And just like that, the hatred for him was back.

Chapter eleven

Calder

“You talk a lot. Maybe you should get back in the kitchen and finish dinner.”

Her face heated, and she stood, moving from Hendrix’s lap. She was headed straight for where I was sitting on the opposite couch. Thea’s chest heaved, and with each intentional breath she took, and I didn’t have time to react as she grabbed my beer from the end table and dumped it over my head.

Yeah. She was over my shit. Pity, I was only just getting started.

“You’re a jackass, Calder. None of that food I’m cooking is for you.” She was angry, which is exactly what I wanted. I’d push against this match for as long as I could.

It didn’t matter how much I loved getting a rise out of her, how much her cheeks flushed, her lips scowled and she used a stern voice as if I were a child being punished.

That only made me want her more when I was supposed to be wanting her less. Thea stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. And I stood slowly from my seat on the couch. I pulled my shirt off, and she didn’t budge. The shirt that I put on because she had asked, and now it was soaked. Waste of laundry.

“If you are cooking in my house, you’re cooking for all of us. We don’t let anyone starve here, and I don’t appreciate you dumping a perfectly good beer on my clothes. Now. Say you’re sorry.”

She crossed her arms. Her top lip curled as she glared at me with a smug smirk that I was going to wipe off. “Fuck. You.”

I reached for my belt and let out a low growl. “You better fucking run before I make you regret that rude little mouth of yours.” Unbuckling it, I pulled the leather strap through the loops in my jeans. The sound of the crisp snapping had a shiver running through her. That only made my cock grow harder, as if the beer dumped on me wasn’t enough.

“Calder,” Hendrix said, his voice stern. “Enough.”

Thea kept her eyes locked on mine, but her chest was rising more rapidly, and her cheeks were flushed. I couldn’t be sure if it was arousal, fear, or a mixture of both that caused it. “I’m not scared of him,” Thea said to Hendrix, never breaking eye contact with me.

Okay, definitely aroused.

“I know. That’s what I’m worried about,” Hendrix grumbled. “Calder, stop, bro.”

“Five,” I said.

Her eyes widened as if she didn’t believe I’d actually chase her.

“Four.”

She bit her lip, and I caught the moment she made her decision. Her eyes no longer held curiosity, they held lust. She wanted this, and I was going to give it to her. Fuck the consequences.

“Three.”

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