I don’t know whether to fuck her or grab her up and toss her into the ocean right now. Ignoring my cock’s input, I move to her side of the bed to glare down at her.
“I think we need to talk about what the hell happened tonight.”
She smiles up at me sweetly, her eyes fluttering open, and she shifts up onto her elbows so that the sheet slides down and reveals her perfect tits. How dare she look like every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had when I’m trying to be pissed.
“You mean you’re ready to apologize to me?”
My mouth falls open in shocked disbelief.
“Me? Apologize to you? Tria, you started this. I just reacted. You owe me the apology.”
She yawns as though I’m boring her and lies back down while pulling the sheet back over her bare chest. I almost demand for her to remove the sheet again while we discuss this, but it’s probably better that she doesn’t distract me.
“You started it, Kode. I was the one who reacted. You spent most of the night flirting with one girl who has fucked you, and another who clearly wants to. When you want to apologize, just let me know.”
She closes her eyes again, acting as though her conscience is clear enough to sleep.
“Tria, you’re the one who refused to tell anyone we’re together, and you told me to treat you like I used to in front of everyone.”
Her eyes open again, and they narrow at me. “I didn’t tell you to let to girls paw all over you.”
Okay, so she has me there. “I was trying to make you jealous,” I admit.
“You succeeded. It also means you’re admitting that you started this.”
Her eyes close again, and she shifts so that she’s on her stomach, letting the sheet travel down her bare back. It’s times like these that I hate the fact she loves to sleep in the nude.
Deciding it’s not worth the effort to keep arguing with her, I move to climb in on the other side of the bed. I’d rather be fucking her than arguing anyway.
Wearing nothing but my boxer-briefs, I slide in behind her and wrap my arms around her waist before assaulting her neck with a rough trail of kisses.
“Uh… what are you doing?” she asks, but she only angles her head to give me better access.
“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” I ask while running my hand down her hip, slowly working my way toward her—
“Ow!” I yelp, drawing back the hand she just pinched the fuck out of. “What the hell was that for?”
She sighs as though she’s annoyed. She’s annoyed? She’s not the one with a wounded hand and a rapidly swelling whelp.
“You can’t have me again until you apologize.”
She has to be kidding. The only other alternative explanation is that she has suddenly started living in another universe where unicorns and pixies really do exist.
“I’m not apologizing, Tria.”
“You’ll apologize, Kode. Every man has a breaking point.”
She kicks the sheet off, forcing me to bite back a groan as she uses her body like a weapon against my hungry eyes. Deciding not to show her she has me on the ropes, I move to turn the tables.
Putting my body just inches from hers, I lean down to her ear to whisper, “If anyone caves, Tria, it’ll be you. I don’t play fair.”
Goose bumps visibly rise on her skin, and I smile with a hint of triumph.
“Good thing I don’t plan to play fair, either,” she says with a daring tone that has me cursing myself for celebrating too soon.
Still feigning confidence, I ask, “Care to place a wager on this? Who caves first?”
One thing I’ve learned about Tria is that she loves having sex with me. It’s what we do better than anything else. She can’t hold out for long.