He stands there, breathing hard, chest pumping with adrenaline.
“Is that why you hit him? Because I had sex with him?”
“No. I hit him because he didn’t respect you enough to keep his fucking mouth shut about it.”
I’m taken aback by his words. “You say that like you’ve never participated in that kind of bragging before.”
“I have.” He nods. “You’re right. But I’m not that person anymore. Ican’tbe that person anymore. I have to be better. I’ve lost too much being that guy.”
“Lost what?”
“Never mind,” he mutters. “Point is, it wasn’t okay for Gerard to do that shit, so I taught him a lesson.”
“If you ask me—”
“I didn’t,” he interrupts.
I ignore him.
“I’d say it was just jealousy, not you wanting to teach him anything.”
“Jealousy?” He laughs sardonically. “No, Den, that was definitely not jealousy.”
“Sounds like it to me.”
Suddenly, he’s stalking toward me, not stopping until he’s shoved himself between my legs. My lips part on an involuntary gasp and his fiery hazel stare is drawn to the movement. Heat floods my core as his scent hits me, all man mixed with just a touch of cinnamon. My cheeks burn where his hand cups my jaw.
I don’t move. Ican’t.
I’m entranced. Captivated.
And so fucking turned on it hurts.
“I wasn’t jealous, Den.”
“N-No?” I stammer.
“No, because I know if I wanted to—and I mean if I really fucking wanted to—I could have you, anytime, any place. You can’t say no to me, Bucky.”
“I can too.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshitbullshit,” I whisper.
His lips fall to mine with a gentleness I wasn’t expecting.
He pulls back, looking into my eyes, that angry fire now replaced by a yearning one.
Is this okay?they ask.
It’s not okay…yet it’s the most euphoric I’ve ever felt.
It’s not okay…yet I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted before, even though I shouldn’t.
It’s not okay…but in this moment, I don’t care. I want it too badly to care.
I press my hand to his cheek, running my fingers over the stubble already growing there.
