Shaking my head, I wedge my leg between hers and pry her thighs apart. Her body tenses even more as I settle into her spread legs, and my hard cock rubs against her bare center.
“I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, but things have changed. We’re more mature now, and I want you. So let me show you. Let me make it up to you.”
“No—”
I cut her off with a kiss. Pressing my lips against hers with bruising force, I pin her to the mattress, so there is no escape.
She makes a sound of protest and bucks beneath me, but I simply rock against her, letting my hard cock rub against her hot pussy.
I can feel her resolve crumbling, her body going soft, her lips twitching like she wants to kiss me back. And then she does. Tentatively, her lips move against mine before they part just the slightest bit. Using the invitation, I dip my tongue into her hot mouth, imagining my cock dipping into her tight cunt instead.
One minute, she is pushing me away, and the next, she can’t get close enough. Her hold on the towel loosens, and she grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me closer. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest, and I need her, need whatever part of her she is willing to give me.
Snaking a hand beneath her towel, I press against her, wishing my cock was free of my tight slacks. She parts her thighs, and I move in, tracing the contours of her pretty pussy.
Pulling back so I can see her face, I slip between her folds and draw small circles against her clit. Her head falls back against the pillows, showing off her throat, and I’m tempted to mark her there. I want her to be reminded of who is in control, who owns her body.
A moan slips past her pink lips, and I’m captivated, trapped by her beauty and the sounds coming out of her mouth. Wanting and needing to hear more, I move my finger faster, and her pants grow louder.
Her gray eyes are like two deep wells, and I peer into them, getting lost in the beauty I find there.
“What do you want the most? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” I say, my breaths coming out in pants as well. I didn’t plan to get so wrapped up in her. I wanted to find something to use against her, a form of blackmail, but it seems I’ve gotten myself into something else altogether.
“Denver…” she whimpers, bucking her hips off the mattress. She is vulnerable and perfect. So fucking perfect, I bet she doesn’t even know she is.
Keeping the pressure on her clit, I slip a finger into her tight cunt. Pure need fills my nuts. Fuck me, she is so fucking tight. I wonder if my cock would even fit without hurting her.
Even though I want to rut into her like a damn animal, I force myself to maintain slow, shallow thrusts while rubbing her clit a little faster.
“What do you want, beautiful?” I growl once more, knowing that she is close. Her movements are jerky, her entire body on the verge of exploding.
Her pink lips form the perfect O, and then, like a strung bow, every muscle on her body tightens, and she bares down on my single digit, squeezing me in a way that makes my cock extremely envious. It takes everything in me to pull back, letting my finger slip out of her cunt. I want her so badly.
Every driving force inside me screams to claim her, but I can’t. Not without Odis. He wants her just as badly, and I’m not going to ruin this for him, for us. I can’t let her get between us, and the only way that’s not going to happen is if we both have her.
On unsteady feet, I stumble backward ’til I hit the wall. Gemma pulls the blanket over her naked body like she is suddenly shy.
She watches me as the fog of lust lifts from her gaze. Anger and confusion flash in her eyes. At least it isn’t full of hate anymore. Baby steps. She doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she wants to. I slip out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me before she can say a word.
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I want Gemma more now than I ever have. I just have to find a way for her to see we’ve wanted her all along.