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“What was that about?” Derek nudged me with his elbow, and my attention turned to him.
“Honestly… I have no idea.” I blew out a breath and rubbed the back of my neck. “But I’m not going to complain either.” I shrugged with a light smile.
“I think she was jealous of Brodie.” Marcus chuckled as he drank his beer. “I wonder if she thought you two were fucking each other.”
As if I would ever stoop that low for a good time. However, the thought of Chyler being jealous of me with another woman made me smirk in amusement. I hoped she was as jealous as she seemed; it would make fucking her later even better.
“All I know is that I’m not letting her go for another day.”
“I’d tell you to claim her before another man does, but—“ Dean blew a low whistle. “Looks like she beat you to it, man.” He laughed, and I tipped back the last of my beer. She could try to claim me, but I was going to do all the claiming once I got her in my bed. Chyler was mine, and I would prove that to her in more than one way tonight.
My eyes locked onto her over Dean’s shoulder as she sauntered over to our table. One of her arms now had a small black wrap around it. She wasn’t gone that long; what happened? Did someone hurt her?
“It’s late, and I don’t have closing duties tonight. Did you want to get out of here?” She yawned as she stopped next to me.
I looked over to Derek, and he nodded his approval at me.
“Sure, let’s go.” I got up from where I was sitting and wrapped my arm around her waist. “What’s with the wrap?” I asked, looking down at her arm.
“Oh, I accidentally cut myself on a glass while cleaning. It’s nothing.” She shrugged.
“Want me to take a look at it?” I asked, reaching for her arm.
“No, it’s fine. Austin helped me with it already. Let’s just get out of here.” She abruptly pulled her arm away from my grasp and then led me towards the doors. I didn’t care where we went anymore. I just wanted her, and I was going to have her.
As we made our way out of the bar, I leaned down and murmured into her ear.
“Does this mean you are ready to beg?” I would give anything to see her on her hands and knees for me.
She didn’t respond to my question. Instead, as soon as we were outside the bar, she grabbed me around the back of my neck and pulled me down to her level, crashing her mouth to mine, and I opened for her, taking her in deep, our tongues twining together.
She bit down on my lip, causing a rush of blood to the tip of my cock. I was already hard, but I could feel myself getting excruciatingly harder from her.
She pulled away, and I groaned at the loss of her mouth on mine. The taste of her.
“Is that answer enough for you?”
Fuck.
If I could have thrown her over my shoulder at that very moment and carried her back to my place, I would have. But instead, I just wrapped my arm around her waist and started off in the direction of my apartment.
I kicked the door closed behind us after we entered my apartment, our mouths locked in a battle for dominance. As I guided her backward to the bedroom, my hands were tangled in her hair. Once inside, I backed her up to the bed, breaking away from her and pushing her down onto the mattress.
I pressed my knee on the bed between her legs, and I pulled myself up and over her body, my hands fisting the sheets by her head. She started grinding against my thigh, pushing herself into me for more pressure. I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
“Needy for me, are we?” I breathed, my eyes darkening.
She bit down on her lip, a soft whimper leaving her as she wrapped her hands around my forearms and dug in her nails, continuing to rub friction against her clit with my leg. I had her right where I wanted her. Desperate for me to fuck her in every way possible.
With a smirk on my lips, I pushed away from her and off the bed, leaving the bedroom and taking a seat on the couch in the living room. I told her I would make her beg, that I wanted her crawling on her hands and knees for me. I wasn’t going to pass that opportunity up now, not when she so clearly displayed her desperation for me.
She stopped in the doorway, and I could see her perfectly from where I was sitting, my gaze roaming up and down her delicious figure. I relaxed back on the couch, my legs set in a wide position. Hopefully, she would take the hint of what I wanted from her.
Raising a dark brow, I brought my hand up from the armrest and gestured for her to come to me. She took a single step and held my palm up, stopping her right where she was.
“No. I won’t give you what you want until you give me what I want.” I tilted my head with a wolfish grin. I was hungry for her, I wanted to taste her on my tongue—needed.
She huffed out a breath and crossed her arms like she always did when she wasn’t getting her way. I loved that she fought me; it made her all the more fun to chase. She was perfect for me. The only thing I didn’t account for was that she was stubborn enough to fight me for weeks. I was going to break her for that.
