Page 32 of Against The Boards

“Both. Do you still hate me?”

I smiled at him. “Right now, my pussy loves you, but ask me again the next time you piss me off.”

“Definitely not trying to piss you off. I’m glad I got to know for sure.”

“What?”

“That your tits aren’t fake. They’re quite nice and big.”

I didn’t mind what he did to me tonight. His soft touches and kisses were like he was expelling all my anger, and it had been exactly what I needed.

“Ass!” I yelled, but I smiled at him, so he knew it was okay.

“You were okay with me being aggressive like that?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Really?”

“Well, I told you to hate fuck me.”

He beckoned me with a finger. “C’mere.”

“What?” I asked. I dropped my dress on the floor and walked over to the bed.

“Stay?”

“What? I’m gonna go to sleep in the next room.”

He reached a hand out, brought my wrist up to his lips, and gently kissed my maple leaf tattoo. It was a sweet gesture, and I didn’t know what to make of it, but I liked it. “Please. I like to cuddle after sex,” he explained. “I’m sorry if you’re sore. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

That’s not what I had been expecting to hear. “I know you didn’t, but I asked for you to be rough. I wanted you to punish me.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk that I shouldn’t have thought was cute. “Yeah, you did, you bad girl.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but I slipped into the bed and was the big spoon. Or tried to be. I was tall, but he was a giant of a man. I ran my hand over his dark hair, and he sighed at my touch. I didn’t think a man had ever asked me to cuddle with him after sex. I was usually the needy one who wanted to be held after sex and made to feel like I was loved. Lisa used to get right up and into the shower after sex. She made me feel like I was too clingy when I wanted to lie in bed with her arms around me.

“Do you think we just had pent-up sexual tension?” I asked.

He shifted his position, so he was on his back, and my arm was across his toned abs. “All signs point to yes.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?”

“Do you think we can stop hating each other? Can we be friends?”

He had a quizzical look on his face, but he nodded. “I’m tired of fighting with you. If I had to fuck your brains out and make you come multiple times to stop, I can live with that.”

I punched him in the shoulder. “Nope, you’re still a jerk. You only made me come twice.”

He smirked at me. “Not true. You came when you watched me lick your cum off my fingers. Don’t even lie, I saw the look in your eyes. You know it turned you on.”

I glared. He was right, but I’d hoped he hadn’t noticed. I hit him again. “Again, you’re still an asshole.”

He grinned again, and it pained me to admit he looked so cute. He turned onto his side, and I pulled him closer to my chest and wrapped my arm around his flat stomach. I stroked his hair until I heard his breathing slow. I had every intention of sleeping next door, but I drifted to sleep holding my arch-nemesis.

Chapter Ten