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bed, queen sized with black sheets and comforter, and face him. “I can’t be there.”
    “I know little bird. I know.” I sit on the bed and face him. “Tate’s real worried too. I know you don’t want to hear that. Them boys been worried about you since the day you met them. Strangest damn thing I ever saw.”
    That makes me lift up a brow. “I doubt that, old man.”
    He laughs and shakes his head. “You’d be right. Though that is up there.”
    I shake my head. “You think I can go to sleep now?” I ask as I pat the bed for Charlie to jump on. I smooth a hand down his head and over his back.
    Pops nods his head. “I love you, little bird. You ain’t gotta worry about anything, not with me alive.”
    He smiles as tears start to flow down my face. He backs out of the room and shuts the door. I get up and take off my jeans and shoes. Then I cross the room to turn off the light. I jump on the bed headfirst and land on my pillow. Then I kick my bags to the floor and pass out.
     
    ***
     
    That night I am woken up when my bedroom door opens, spilling light from the hall onto my face. Charlie gets up and runs out of the room. I sit up with a start, my eyes falling on a figure standing in the doorway. At first I can’t tell who it is but when the familiar lines of his short hair become clear in the shadows I’m up off the bed and headed straight for him.
    “Farah,” he mutters, taking a step back. At least he didn’t refer to me as doll face again. He would be dead right now instead of cowering back because he knows I’m about to hurt him.
    I stop a bit in front of him and sling my arm down on his forearm breaking his grip on my door. Then I move between his legs and punch him in the stomach, knocking him back into the wall outside. Then I turn around and attempt to slam my door shut so I can lock it this time.
    Tate is faster than me and puts his full weight on the door, bursting it open and knocking me onto the bed. I land face down and the door is slammed shut before I can even lift my head and his warm body is full on mine before I can turn over.
    “Get the fuck off me!” I scream, thrashing around. I feel his cock twitching against my ass and I narrow my eyes. “You get turned on all you want, asshole. You make one move towards me sexually and I’ll rip your fucking balls off.”
    He ignores me, which isn’t something new. If you must know, we’ve been in this situation a few times. I hate this hold he has over my body and my temper. Every time he pisses me off I go insane. Lots of other people piss me off on a daily basis and I handle that normally. This dick pisses me off and all I can think about doing is hurting something he loves. Take his bike earlier. His arm and stomach minutes ago. And before you think I’m this stupid violent idiot, I only knocked him around to get him out of my room. He won’t even have any bruises. Well, hopefully he won’t have bruises.
    I feel his nose brush against the back of my ear, whispering against the sensitive skin. “What’d I tell you would happen the next time you came at me like that? Hmm?” Tingles flow down my skin from the top of my head down to my toes.
    I can’t even remember what we were fighting about but the last time I forced him out of a room, he promised if I ever did that again, he’d tie me up and torture me with his cock.
    Okay those weren’t his exact words but along those lines. “I don’t remember. Probably something about your cock and my vagina.”
    He laughs softly, the breath floating along the shell of my ear. “I said I’d tie these beautiful hands to the bed and then I’d fuck you every way I can without letting you come…for hours.” His tongue whips out and licks my ear.
    I swallow hard, pushing my sudden arousal away. Just because he says some serious hot and kinky shit, doesn’t mean you have to fuck him, Farah. Jesus. I shake my head and start raising my thighs. “You wish, fucking asshole.” My knees come up