My breaths heaved in and out of my lungs, aching with exertion. Another shot of lust slammed into me, like Decker was some new-fangled drug being pumped into my veins.
What that angry mouth could do to my body—Stop thinking of what his damn mouth can do, and run.
“Back up,” I hissed, but with a lot less bravado. I’d do anything to squash the desire pooling at my core. Even lie, so he could hate me. “I don’t want you to touch me.”
He didn’t listen. Decker was so damn stubborn, and so overpowering, he was boggling my mind. When he leaned in even closer, I reacted without thought or consequences—biting his lower lip purely on instinct.
Decker’s head wrenched back, and he quickly stepped away from me.
Did I run? Hell no. I stayed plastered against the house, shocked that I had actually bitten him. My eyes zeroed in on the blood seeping from the bite mark. I licked my lips, tasted his blood, and panic filtered in. Yet, it certainly didn’t extinguish any desire swelling inside me.
He licked at the bitten area and smirked. “Damn, princess, is this how you like to play now?” He swiped his thumb against his lower lip, and it came away red before he stuck the digit into his mouth. “I’m all for playing hard.”
Decker anchored his left arm around my waist as he pressed roughly into me. “Damn it Deck, release me.” I couldn’t wiggle out from between his hard body and the house.
His right hand slid down until he had a grip on the hem of my dress. “You wanted to play.” The moment his hand was at the junction of my thighs, his eyes went molten. “No panties,” he moaned.
Of all the days I decided to wear a dress with no underwear, I picked the wrong day. Or maybe it’s the right day.
“Decker, please,” I pleaded.
“Please what? Please you want me to let you go? Or please you want me to touch you. Fuck you. Make you scream out my name as you come around my cock?”
“Please,” was all I could say, because I didn’t know—yes, I knew what I wanted but I was afraid to verbalize the desire growing in my belly.
Decker slammed his mouth over mine, his tongue conquering, and igniting the lust within me until it blazed like a fiery inferno. His fingers were in my wet folds before his digits slid inside me. I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and whimpered out his name.
The moment I lost his mouth, my eyes blinked open.
“Now tell me, is this what you needed?” He drove his fingers deeper in and out, then he curled his digits until they pressed the part of me that made me see fireworks.
Then Decker did the most unthinkable thing. He pulled his fingers out of me and stepped back.
I was suddenly left feeling bereft, until he stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked up all of my juices. “Still sweet.”
“Not fair,” I moaned.
“Absolutely fair. Now are you going to finally tell me what’s going on with you? Why aren’t you listening to what I say? And why you are acting like a shrew toward us—toward me?”
“Fuck you, Deck. You deserve it because you’re being a total prick.”
He erupted into laughter. “Fine. Yeah, I’ve been an asshole—but for a good reason.”
My hackles lowered, because he was right. All he’d been doing was keeping us safe. However, I didn’t want to admit that to him.
“Regi.” His tone more serious as he moved closer. “I’m trying to protect you and Krew.”
“I know,” I finally admitted, but no less frustrated.
“Good.” He smirked. “Now that you understand, are you going to tell the truth and confess that you are ours—have been—and always will be? Or are you afraid of what could be between the three of us? Afraid of me and what I do?”
“Are you kidding me?” Irritation rattled near the brink of my common sense, and I got into his face. “Understand this, Decker Moss. You might be right that I should be more cautious, but remember my words. I’m not afraid of you. I’m no damn princess and I’m not your girl. And you won’t touch me again.”
He leaned in even closer. “You can lie all you want to yourself, but I see how much you want me. And you are my girl—and Krew’s girl. Our girl. Just like we are yours. And the sooner you get that through your head, the better.”
I shoved him back as hard as I could, desperate for the distance. “I’d rather kiss a toad than your ugly face,” I growled out the outrageous lie.
Decker flashed a wicked smile, a single dimple teasing from his left cheek. I wanted to hate him—really, I did—but that flicker of boyish charm sent my heart fluttering like a schoolgirl’s and I didn’t stand a chance.
