“Look at me,” I demand rudely, bringing her flush against my chest so I can get a good look at those hazy blue eyes in the mirror again. “Look at what you do to me.”
Anniston’s grimace as she overcomes the sting of my violent push turns slowly upside down and into a smile. Then… she laughs. Head back, full on belly laugh. “Tsk, tsk, Theo, never show your cards this early in the game.”
What she means with that asshole comment is that I, once again, fucked up and showed her how much she controls me. Instead of being the one in control of the situation, it’s her. Unintentionally, she is controlling me with my need to have her. And I fucking hate it.
I pull out, my dick dripping her juices onto the stupid pink fuzzy bath mat that always leaves pink fibers on my socks, and slam back into her, making that laugh morph into a groan.
“You like it, don’t you?” Another thrust has her knees trembling but I’m too far gone to ease off now. No, I steadily pound her narrow hips into the unforgiving stone, over and over until I’m confident she is going to be bruised tomorrow. “You like to fuck with my head, don’t you McCallister?”
Anniston winks at me in the mirror before she clenches her walls, squeezing the head of my dick, the tightening sensation breaking my rhythm. “Maybe I just like fucking you,” she pops off with a sly grin.
See, this is why she is made for me. Every single day she challenges me. Whether it’s on the field, or in the bedroom—fuck, even in a game of Monopoly—she never lets me half-ass anything. Ever.
I slip out of her easily and grip under her knees, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She laughs as I storm out of the bathroom and smash her against the bedroom door. “Let the boys hear what happens when the big, bad Commander gets punished, yeah?”
Her eyes narrow, clearly pissed that the guys are about to hear her beg but she doesn’t say it out loud and contribute to my already crazy state. For once, she lets me have this moment.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I really don’t need an answer to my question. I know why she didn’t call. I was on the field and I wouldn’t have been able to help her. But fuck! I bite her ear before licking away the sting. “Wrap your fucking legs around me.”
She does. And when she smooths a hand along my jaw, calm and collected, and whispers, “Take what you need, Teddy,” adding a soft, timid kiss to my mouth, I do.
I plunge into her and hate-fuck the stress, the worry, and the jealously all out, one scream after another until I can’t imagine the knife at her throat or Cade’s monstrous hands rubbing on her delicate shoulders.
I fuck her senseless against the door until I am a sweaty mess of cum. That’s right. That shit is everywhere. On the floor. Down my legs. Smeared across Anniston’s tits. You name it, it’s there. It was very caveman of me and now that the rage has dissipated, I feel a bit ashamed of myself.
Anniston is lying across my lap on the floor. Those baby blues, full of love, gaze up at me. “Are you all good?”
Taking a deep breath, I respond earnestly, “I’m sorry.”
She massages my calves in a soothing motion. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. I should have told you what happened when you called. But you were irate.”
Seriously Ans?
“No, you should have called mewhenit happened. Or the police! Even a fucking car service would have been better than walking home, Anniston! What if—” I stop, taking a few deep breaths to settle back down. I don’t want to lose my buzz thinking about what could have happened again. I don’t think we can go another round to pound those images out of my head.
She nods. “You’re right. I should have. I will do better next time.”
She’s fucking placating me. I know that monologue and I will not fall for it again. She’s full of shit. What she really means is: I’m sorry you found out and next time I won’t tell anyone so it doesn’t get back to you. I am an adult and will do as I damn well please.
I’ve heard it all before from Ms. I-won’t-ask-for-help-ever. That’s okay, though. I’ve got something for that bullshit.
After Thad called ranting about my sudden departure after the game, I told him about Anniston, and he was all over that shit. Suddenly, he was totally cool with my leaving and ready to smooth it over with Bellamy. If there is anything that I have in common with my brother, it’s Anniston.
We both love her. That’s another reason we don’t get along so well. He claims to have seen her first. I don’t give a fuck. I staked claim immediately. I can’t help it he pussied around and let me take her.
“There won’t be a next time,” I say absently, twirling a wet strand of hair around my finger, my mind spinning ideas of what I am going to do to this fucker when I get to him. He grabbed my girl’s pussy. That shit is punishable by death in my book.
“How do you know?” she asks. “We have to help Nicole, Theo. We can’t leave her there if what Lawson says is true.”
Damn her bleeding heart. Shifting her up my thighs, my arms securing her closer to me, I promise, “We’ll help her. But from this point forward, you’ll never leave our sight. You’ve officially become our charge, Commander. Welcome to the world of doing what we fucking tell you.” I’m smiling when I say that last little bit because I know she won’t stomach being the one ordered around. She tenses beneath my hold.
“No—”
“I’m hungry,” I interrupt, her protest dying at the sound of my stomach growling.
She laughs, letting her argument go for now. “I bet you are, crazy. Come on, let’s go out for dinner. Vic is cooking here and… let’s just go out.”
She sits up and helps me from the floor. We both groan. Damn. I should have calmed down before attacking the fuck out of her like that. We both are going to be sore tomorrow.
We shower, quickly this time, and throw on clothes in under fifteen minutes. I pull a hat over my head, not in the mood to deal with my hair, and grab the keys off the nightstand.
“You ready?” she asks, posed by the door looking all freshly fucked and showered. It’s adorable and sexy as hell, all at the same time.
“Yup,” I answer, making my way over.
Forgetting about my staircase striptease, I cringe when she opens the door and my underwear lay there, confessing all my recent sins.
She turns back to me slowly with a horror-stricken face and mouths, OMG.
I nod. “Yeah, it wasn’t one of my finest moments.”
