Penny didn’t like that. “Get off.”
Pushing him off her, she stood up, wincing as her muscles tightened on her.
“What’s the matter, Penny?” he asked.
Standing beside her bed where they’d just had sex, Penny was at a loss for words.
I’ve just had sex with Rage.
I’ve just had sex with a biker.
“I want you to get out.”
“That’s not a nice way to treat the father of your future children.”
“Get out, Rage. I don’t want nor do I need you here.”
Instead of leaving, he settled down more comfortably on the bed. “I like it here.”
Growling, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “Get out.”
“No.” He turned toward her, placing his head in his hand.
He didn’t even try to cover up his nakedness, which really pissed her off.
“That is a good look on you,” he said.
“What?”
“My cum, leaking down your inner thigh.”
Looking down at her thighs, she saw he was indeed correct. Growling, she stormed toward her bathroom, turning on the shower, and when the temperature was right, she jumped right in.
“Stupid woman, stupid man. It’s not fair.” She kept muttering to herself.
The shower door opened, and she released a squeal.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I thought I’d come and join you in the shower.”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“I don’t need an invitation.”
Before she could stop him, he had her pressed against the shower wall.
“What are you doing?”
He took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head. She didn’t like the heavy-handed way he was dealing with her.
Really? You’re liking it a hell of a lot.
Stop lying to yourself.
“I’m going to tell you how it’s going to be.”
“And how is it going to be?” she asked.