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“Nope.” His fingers dug into my thigh again. It didn’t hurt, as such, but was more of a dull ache, a bit like the gnawing sensation in my chest as I rode him. It wasn’t quite pain, yet, more like the promise of pain waiting to happen. I pried my eyes open reluctantly and glared at him.
“What?”
“You can’t hide from me, Angel. You can’t run, either, so don’t even try.” His words sent a chill down my spine, and a rash of goosebumps erupting across my skin. I wanted to run. I wanted him out of my world for good, instead of so firmly entrenched in it, sowing seeds of destruction, and ruining everything I was working so hard to build. I wanted him gone, nothing more than a diminishing speck in the rear-view mirror of my life. I wanted him to be a dim and distant nightmare I’d already woken from. Didn’t I?
I didn’t have time to ponder the answer as my climax built, and robbed me of the capacity to concentrate on anything but him, and how he made me feel. It was a relief, as the truth was, I probably wouldn’t have liked the answer.
“Fuck you.” The words were there, but they had no bite.
“I wish you’d never stop.” He pushed into me harder, the movement so sudden, it was almost brutal. But despite the shock, the impact set a fire inside me that only my orgasm could extinguish. I stopped caring about hurting him—he clearly didn’t give a fuck—and raised myself even higher before slamming down onto him with all my might. The impact had me instantly on the brink, gripping tight around him. I hated that I loved the feeling so much, but I had no choice but to surrender to it.
I came in a flurry of gut-wrenching spasms that sent avalanches of pleasure tumbling through my body. I clenched him tight inside me as I coaxed him into oblivion with me. I wasn’t sure if his shouts were of agony or ecstasy, but either way, the sound rang around the room and went right to my core.
When I’d regained control of my faculties enough to move, I lifted myself off Drew, and flopped down onto the couch beside him. Was the sex so good because we hated each other? Was it some kind of perverse twist on the opposites attract thing? Like a pre-programmed genetic response? Or were we just freaks? The only reference point I had was Rocky and Xavier’s love-hate/hate-love thing, and the two of them most definitely were all kinds of crazy.
“I should go.” I groped for my phone to see the time.
“Why ‘should’ you?”
“Because I shouldn’t have stayed this long in the first place.”
“So you’re just going to hit it and quit it again? Isn’t the guy supposed to be the one who does that?”
“You got the part where I was raised by a dude as a tomboy, right? And the part where up until you had me fired, I spent a large proportion of my time posing as a man. I’m hardly about to try to stick around and talk about my feelings.”
“What feelings?”
Jesus, he was a pain in my ass. “What? There are none, that’s my point.”
“Who said anything about feelings, anyway?” He had a point. He definitely hadn’t. I needed to shut the hell up before I said something incriminating. “We’ve already had the chill. I’m hungry for food this time. We’ll eat and do the Netflix part.” He acted like I hadn’t spoken.
“I lost my appetite.” It wasn’t a total lie.
“Well, then you can watch me eat, or order dessert, then. Non-negotiable.”
“You can’t threaten me every time you want to get your own way. What are you going to do, make me homeless because I won’t watch TV with you?”
“Well, that’s an option, so don’t put ideas into my head. Don’t stay because I’m making you, stay because you want to.”
“But I don’t want to.” That wasn’t totally true, but it was the only acceptable response in the circumstances.
“Really? The way I figure it, if you didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be... yet, here you are.” He had a point, and I added it to the list of reasons I loved to hate him.
“I have studying to do. Given that’s one area you haven’t managed to screw up for me, I’d like to try to keep it that way.”
* * *
Several hours and one huge superhero show binge later—we’d discovered a shared love of comic books, and watched a heap of episodes I hadn’t had time to see, due to my schedule—and I was all TVed out.
“So, you don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily, do you?”
“What?” The look of confusion on his face was priceless.
“You know a shit ton about me, and I know nothing about you, apart from the fact that you’re an asshole, who’s the son of an even bigger asshole, but your grandfather’s a pretty cool old dude.”
“Yeah, he is. He’s also not blood-related to my dad. He’s my mom’s dad. But that’s pretty much all there is to know, so I guess that makes us even.”
“Ha! You must think I was born yesterday and grew up overnight. Nobody’s life is that simple, and given what I know of yours, I’d go out and a limb and say yours is far more complicated than most.”
