Even though I had my jacket on, I was drenched by the time I made it to where she was standing and staring at me. My anger rose with every step I took. Being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn was just stupid. It’s not like I was going to do anything to her if she got in the car. She’d made her choice quite clear at the club. She’d gone home with him. She wanted him. I got it.
“Get in the damn car, Kiera,” I growled.
She yelled, “No!” then she actually shoved me away from her.
Fine. If she wanted to be difficult and immature, then I would do exactly what I’d planned on doing anyway. I’d drag her freaking screaming ass to the car. Grabbing her elbow, I yanked her toward the Chevelle. Of course, she fought me. “No, Kellan…stop it!”
She tried to pull away from me, but I wasn’t about to let her go. I clamped on tight and pulled her to the passenger’s side. I could tell she was furious that I was manhandling her, but I was getting a little ticked off too. Enough was enough. When I reached down and opened the car door, she managed to yank her arm away from me. Instead of being reasonable and getting into the warm, dry car, she started walking away from me. Jesus Christ, woman! Not letting her escape me, I looped my arm around her waist and held her to my chest. She kicked and squirmed as I lifted her off the ground, but she couldn’t get away from me. Her lean, wet body rubbing against mine did things to me, took me to a place that I did not want to go tonight. Why couldn’t I turn off what I felt for her? It would make my life so much easier.
I set her down near the open door, trapping her with my body so she couldn’t get away. “Stop it, Kiera—just get in the goddamn car!”
Her hazel eyes were alive with hatred as she glared at me. Hatred, and something else. Her chest was heaving; her Pete’s shirt clung to her body. The loose tendrils of her ponytail were dripping with heavy drops of rain; some of the lucky strands were glued to her flushed cheeks, her slender neck. My breath sped up as I watched this fiery, erotic beauty in front of me. Her passion brought me to my knees. I wanted her so much. Why couldn’t she just want me back? Why couldn’t she love me?
Before I could truly comprehend what she was doing, she suddenly grabbed me. Twisting her fingers into my damp hair, she pulled my face down to hers. Her aggressiveness hurt some, but I was too intoxicated by her lips being a whisper apart from mine to care. God, yes…kiss me. Now. Please. I need it. I need you.
As if she could hear my silent plea, she attacked me with her mouth. Oh…God…yes. Just as I started to return her fevered kiss, she pulled away from me. Then, less than a heartbeat later, she slapped me.
My wet cheek stung with the force she’d used; my ear rang. Acting out of pure, reflexive shock, I pushed her against the car as anger burned through my cold body. What the fuck?
For a second, the only sound was our fast breaths and the rain pounding all around us. Kiera stared at me with angry lust in her eyes. She wanted me, I knew she did. I could feel the desire coming off her in waves. I wanted her too. More than anything I wanted her. I was nearly hard already. I wanted to lay her down on my seat, strip those wet clothes off her damp body, and hear her scream my name as I drove into her. And she would. She would scream it over and over again as I kept her on the edge of climaxing. Maybe that was how I would punish her for hurting me, physically and emotionally—I wouldn’t let her finish.
My decision made, I grabbed her and slowly forced her into the front seat. She offered no real resistance. She tried to deny it, but she wanted me inside of her. Not giving her a chance to escape me, I climbed in after her. While I closed the door behind us, she started scooting up the bench seat, away from me, like she was actually going to leave. I don’t think so. Twisting back around, I grabbed her legs and pulled her back to me. Needing my body tangled up in hers, I forced her to her back on the seat as I crawled over the top of her. She pushed at my chest like she wanted me off her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.
“Get off me,” she snipped, her breath heavy, her eyes begging me to do the opposite.
Angry at her mixed signals, I wondered if her words and actions would ever come together. She wanted me…didn’t she? “No,” I told her.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my neck. She pulled me in while her words pushed me away. “I hate you…”
The look on her face made a throb pulse through my lower body. Fuck, I needed her. I needed to show her what she did to me, show her how much I wanted her. Maybe then she would stop denying this. I was rock hard now as desire, lust, and love waged war within me. I wrapped her legs around me and rubbed myself against her jeans. This is for you. Only you. This is what you do to me. What do I do to you? Show me…Take me…I’m yours, only yours. Why can’t you fucking see that?
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped, panted. She wanted this so much. I knew she did. Bitterness surged through me. I was so tired of this cycle of denial. “That’s not hate you feel…” I sneered as she did her best to give me a cool glare. With a cruel smirk, I added, “And that’s not friendship either.” No, we’d passed friendship a long time ago.
“Stop it…” Still fighting this, she wiggled her hips under me. It only made me want her more. Using her body for purchase so she could feel how intense this would be, I slowly and deliberately rocked against her again. She cried out, arching her back as she looked at the door above her head. No, she needed to watch me. She needed to see what she was doing to me. I grabbed her cheek, forcing her head down, forcing her to look me in the eye. She didn’t like that.
“This was supposed to be innocent, Kellan!” she bit out, furious.
“We were never innocent, Kiera. How naïve are you?” I matched her tone. She couldn’t keep lying to herself.
Tears of frustration in her eyes, she whispered, “God, I hate you…”
God, she was stubborn. Whatever was between us, it wasn’t born from hate. “No, you don’t…”
I rocked against her faster. I bit my lip as a deep moan escaped me. I needed her. God, I needed her. Say yes, Kiera. Let me in. Even as a tear rolled down her cheek, she watched my reaction to her with intent eyes. “Yes I do…I hate you…” She could barely get the words out, she was breathing so hard.
I pushed against her again, cringing as the sensation sent shock waves through my body. Yes. God…yes. “No…you want me…” Her passion ignited a memory in me. The club. Her unrestrained need as we danced. That had been for me. Even she couldn’t deny it. “I saw you. I felt you…at the club, you wanted me.” I brought my mouth right over hers, inhaling her scent, her rapid breaths…sharing my own. It was only the beginning of what I was about to share with her. I could feel how much it excited her as she squirmed beneath me.
“God, Kiera…you were undressing me.” I grinned at the remembered feel of her fingers down my skin. I wanted them on me now. “You wanted me, right there in front of everyone.” Needing to taste her, I dragged my tongue along her jaw to her ear. “God, I wanted you too…” I moaned in her ear.
Her hands flew up to my hair, yanking me away from her. I hissed in a breath as my lower body begged to be set free. I rocked against her again, not sure how much more I could take. Stop fighting. Say yes.
“No, I chose Denny.” Ignoring her, I rubbed against her again. Harder. Faster. God, yes. Again. More. “I went home with him…” Oh God, Kiera, yes, fuck…yes. “Who did you choose?” she asked.
The vileness in her tone silenced my head, completely stilled my hips. A warning flashed in my brain. A warning, and a clue. What the hell did she mean by that? “What?”
She hit my chest with every ounce of pent-up rage inside of her. “My sister, you asshole! How could you sleep with her? You promised me!”
In a microsecond everything snapped into place for me. That was why she was pissed? Not because I’d crossed the line again. Not because she’d caved and given in to what she wanted. Not because I’d stayed away for days. No, because she thought I’d slept with Anna. Well, fuck me. She didn’t get to be angry about that. Not when she left the fucking club with Denny. All bets were off the moment she tore my heart out and ripped it into bloody confetti. If I wanted to fuck Anna all night long, then I had every right to.
Truly furious now, I said something rash, and horribly misleading. “You can’t be mad at me for that. You left to go screw him! You left me there…ready, wanting you…with her.” Further digging the knife into her back, I ran my hands in an intimate way up her hips and whispered, “And she was all too willing. It was so easy to take her…to slip inside her.” If she was going to be a bitch, then I would be her bastard.
The fury on her face was instant. And satisfying. I’d hurt her. Good. Now she truly knew how I felt, because she sure as fuck hurt me. She tried to smack me, but I’d anticipated that, and held her down. “You son of a bitch,” she snarled.
She was so mad, I thought the raindrops falling from my hair would sizzle when they touched her skin. It amped me up, excited me. The way her cheeks filled with color, the way her eyes danced—her jealousy was intoxicating. Smiling in a way that I knew would piss her off, I told her, “I know who I screwed, but tell me”—my mind spinning with heat, desire, and passion, I lowered my lips to her ear—“who did you fuck that night?” I rocked against her as I said it, reminding her of our heated moment at the club and emphasizing the fire between us right now. She groaned, sucked in a strained breath.