all the restraint in every ounce of my being not to part my lips and take his mouth in mine, to fight that dirty tongue with my own.
“I know you’re mad as hell at me and even madder at yourself for wanting to give in, let me throw you over my shoulder, smack your ass hard enough to make it hurt just the way you like it and to I carry you to our bed where I will make you scream over and over just how much you fucking love when I tame you as you come hard enough to forget how much you hate me right now.”
My knees begin to wobble and I’m not sure if it’s the disorientation that caused the car crash or his words that are responsible. Our bodies meld together in sync as our heart rates, our body temperature, our breathing... everything matches.
For just the briefest of moments, it seems as if all of our problems, every issue could be solved by just giving into each other. That it could be something as simple as admitting the need we have for each other. That’s all that matters isn’t it? Everything else is just background noise.
The only parts of our bodies that aren’t touching are our lips, and that’s quickly rectified from the harsh hands behind my back pulling in once more.
“Just say yes, baby. Say yes and I’ll do it right now. We’ll work all the other shit out and it’ll be just like before. It’ll be better.”
His lips tickle against mine as he speaks, pleading his case, coming dangerously close to winning. I feel his hot breath on me and gasp as it causes me to flashback to all the times that heat spread over me.
It could be this easy. I believe him .
I moan deliciously as his hand reaches up and grabs the thick hair above my neck, holding tightly.
“Say yes and I will make sure your only regret is every second you hesitated before doing it.” His red-hot tongue darts out to caress my lip and I whimper, parting my own lips to play along the next time it happens.
Who am I fooling? What makes me think that I have any right to fight against something that is so magnetic, so hypnotizing, like the connection between the two of us?
“Y-” I’m ready to admit defeat but am interrupted by the bright headlight that’s just turned the corner and pinned on us as the loud Harley approaches.
The moment is broken, shattered as we both look to our intruder with blinded eyes.
“You called your brother ?” he asks.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jay stands uncomfortably before us, with his recently parked bike cooling.
“You two cool now?” he asks, confused, as he’d seen us wound up in each other’s arms as he approached before I cautiously step away.
Clink nods, reaching out for me. “We’re good, Jay. I’ve got this.”
My mind takes advantage of the moment and gains some clarity. I shake Clink off.
“No… we’re not.”
Clink looks confused. I can see Jay drop his head. Both men are obviously not happy with my answer.
“Just because we have some…” I move my hand wildly between the two of us, “attraction, or whatever the hell this is, doesn’t fix shit, Clink. It’s broken. It’s destroyed.”
“All right, you two. Let’s not let this get out of hand. It’s late, Charlie, I’ll take you home. You guys can talk this out another time,” Jay intervenes.
“Bro, don’t get involved. This is between me and my Ol’ lady.” Clink draws his imaginary line in the sand.
Jay rolls his eyes. “You two think I wanna be in this position? The last place in the world I wanna be is between your dick and my sister,” he answers his longtime friend.
I begin to feel guilty for having called him.
“But, as long as you two got this bad shit goin’, I’m not about to turn my back if she needs me” Jay steps right up to that invisible line and comes face-to-face with Clink.
I feel something I’ve never felt before. I don’t even know what it is, but it’s good.
Jay turns to me, “Say the word, Charlie. If you tell me to go… I’m gone. If you want me to take you home, then
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