Kat’s phone starts ringing as she pours another shot, and she looks at it, ignoring the call before she turns, offering me the shot in her hand. “Remember the last time I was here?”
I do. I kicked her out and rejected her. She was blind rotten drunk, and it took everything in me to do it. I knew then I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her. I was fucked-up from the death of Tanika, and the last thing I needed was another chick fucking with my head. So I let her stay, let her drink, and when she sat on my lap and tried to kiss me, I told her to leave.
I knew making that decision would come back and bite me in the ass, and here she is again, not exactly biting, but it’s bound to come.
Because I want her.
Fuck, do I want her.
But she has a kid.
And I have demons.
We couldn’t work.
Not ever.
So I stay away and refuse her advances. Even though Kat hasn’t made a move on me in a long time.
“I kicked you out.”
“Memories,” she says, lifting her shot and downing it. She stares over my shoulder to where her sister’s still sitting on the lap of Marcus.
“They won’t move for a long time,” I say. I know for sure they will stay where they are all night, locked in each other’s embrace, and shut out from the world around them.
“You won’t care if I hook up with him?” she asks, leaning closer to me, her face inches from mine as she points to one of my guys. Marley, our Enforcer. “He’s cute, and he’s been staring at me since I got here.” Her breath assaults my neck as I turn to look at him, and sure enough, Marley’s staring directly at her. “Maybe I should go talk to him.” She stands, pushes past me, and walks over to where Marley’s sitting. I watch as he sits up straight, and before she reaches him, I’m off, my hand reaches out and wraps around her waist, and I’m picking her up. She laughs, like she knew exactly what I was going to do, as I start carrying her out the back where my room is located. The door is open, so I put her inside and close the door.
“Stay here!” Looking at Kat, her hand goes straight to her hip, and she pops it out.
“I don’t want to. I want to get laid.”
I shake my head and sigh. Who the fuck is this woman? She has no damn filter.
“Stay. Here.”
“No,” she replies. Her hand still defiantly on her hip. She takes a step forward, and before she can get out of the door, I lock it. I can hear her banging on the door and swearing, and I wonder what the fuck I’m doing.
Chapter Thirteen
Kat
I hate him.
What the hell is he doing?
And why the hell am I being locked in this fucking room?
My fists bang hard on the door, followed by as many expletives as I can muster, but no one answers. They won’t, of course, because they all do what their president says.
Except me.
Fuck him.
Stepping away from the door, I flick on the light. The room comes into view, and a bed that’s messed up sits in front of me. It’s nothing special, no headboard, just an ensemble with a sheet thrown on top of it with a few pillows.
Walking over to the dresser, I pull the top drawer open, and instantly know whose room it is. Pulling his clothes out, I do the same to every drawer, trying to find something I can use against him, and just plain payback for locking me in this goddamn room. I find a locket and it looks familiar, like I’ve seen it before, so I clutch it in my hand as I think of ways to annoy the fuck out of him. I could lay down and sleep the night away, but fuck him, I didn’t come here to be treated like a child. I came because my sister can’t stand to be away from her man.
Tapping my skirt with the locket in hand, I check for my phone, but it’s gone. How the fuck did that happen? Blaze must have slid it out of my back pocket without me knowing.
Screaming at the door, I bang on it again, and just as I’m ready to give up, the door swings open. I’m pushed in farther, to stop me from escaping, as Blaze stands in front of me, his eyes flicking to what’s in my hand.
“Asshole,” I scream at him, getting right in his face. “Who the fuck are you to lock me in your room?”
Blaze’s heated dark eyes don’t leave mine. He almost looks—is that anger? But what the fuck does he have to be angry about?
“What? Nothing to say, asshole?” My nose basically touches his as I yell in his face.
Blaze’s eyes close, and when they open, they’re almost black. I go to step back, but he’s faster than me and reaches for my waist, pulling me in so we’re flush. Then his lips touch mine, not softly and not rough either. The pressure of his lips makes me gasp and open my mouth, giving him access. Blaze’s hands circle my waist, and I can feel him all over my body. His hardness presses into me, making me want him even more.
Blaze reaches for the locket, taking it from my hand without my protest, and then he goes back to my hips. A moan slips from my mouth, and soon he has me lifted, my skirt riding up and my ass bare thanks to my G-string. He feels it straight away with his hands on my ass cheeks, and he groans at the touch. I feel him walk me backward, and soon my back hits the bed with him never disconnecting from me.
My hands reach for his shirt, sliding under and touching his skin. He pulls away as I try to pull it off him, disconnecting our kiss. Before I can say another word or tell him to stop, he comes straight back down to me.
“I hate you,” I whisper in between kisses. “Loathe you,” I reiterate while biting at his lips.
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.” Blaze smirks then reaches for my skirt, pulling it up on my hips. One hand goes straight between my legs, and he pulls my G-string to the side, sliding a finger in. I push up against him. My hands grip on to his back hard as he starts to pump his fingers, all the while laying kisses on my lips. They are sloppy, everywhere, and perfect all at the same time.
The rush of everything and that this is finally happening is overwhelming my senses—I have Blaze Stone with his fingers between my legs as he devours my lips.
I loathe him.
And his sexy, masculine, too-good-looking body.
Loathe him.
Blaze’s thumb grazes my clit, and a small yelp leaves my lips at his touch. I’m already turned on, and adding pressure to all the right places is making me even higher. Touching the waistband of his jeans, I pull at them, so my hands can skim the top of his ass, then I pull them down.
“Patience,” he says, pulling away.
Just when I think he’s going to stop, Blaze moves down my body, and I watch him with interest as he looks at me and moves closer and closer to my pussy. Hotness touches me as he darts his tongue out to taste me. He smirks, and I smile back at him.
“You better be good,” I say, sitting up farther. “Or you will ruin all my fantasies,” I say as he tastes me again.
Blaze shakes his head, and I have to remember to look away, to not watch this man, who is everything I shouldn’t want to devour me.
My head drops back as he inserts another finger, his tongue making circles on my clit, and I have to remember to breathe.
Breathe, Kat, breathe.
His fingers move faster. My hands reach for his head, and soon we’re in sync, perfect fucking sync, as he tastes and devours me while fucking me with his fingers.