“It was like she hasn’t had any decent action since… that night, I guess.”
“Fuck you,” I laugh, forcing a smile on my face. “We both know she loved my cock just as much as she did yours. She’s not missing out on anything only having mine.”
Unlike me, Styx makes no attempt to conceal his reaction to my words, jealousy practically oozes from his pores.
“Wouldn’t have thought it with the way she moaned for me. She was so fucking wet, man.”
“Oh yeah?” I smirk. “You sure that was all her?”
His brows pinch.
“I fucked her bare in the woods only a few hours ago. I’d put money on that being my cum as it—”
“You’re a fucking cunt, Ryder. I should fucking end you for this,” he warns, hopping to his feet and looming over me as a storm rages in his eyes.
“Yeah. But you won’t. You love me too much. And deep down, you’re pleased that I’m the one who’s been taking care of our girl and not some other motherfucker she might have picked up in some shady bar in town.”
“She’s not our fucking girl, asshole. She’s mine. Kat fucking Walker is mine.”
“Sure. You keep telling yourself that, Styx.”
His growl of frustration rips through the room.
“She didn’t let you fuck her tonight, did she?” I ask, enjoying poking the bear way more than I should.
“Fuck you.”
“Wanna know what I think?” I add, pushing to my feet and staring him dead in the eyes.
“Not fucking really no,” he growls.
“I think she had a lapse in judgment. Let you get her hands on her, then the second you started pushing my cum back inside her, she remembered that I’m the better option and kicked you to the curb.”
His fist curls in my shirt, but I still don’t stop.
“Do you know what else?” His warning growl rips through the room but I don’t stop. “I bet she’ll even booty call me later for a second round.”
“If she does, it’s only because I left her desperate.”
“Then maybe you should be less of a pussy and give her what she needs instead of running away scared.”
15
KAT
Iwake with a start. My eyes strain against the darkness as I try to locate whatever it was that woke me.
Crashing against my chest, my heart feels like it’s trying to burst free.
Someone’s in my bedroom with me.
Someone is—
“Styx?” I almost jump out of my skin when he steps into the sliver of moonlight pouring in through the blinds.
“Kitty Kat,” he drawls, his eyes as dark as night, glinting with something I can’t quite put my finger on.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I clutch the bedsheet to my body, adrenaline coursing through me.