I was getting a tad cranky. And the screaming and aggressive pillow throwing wasn’t helping matters. I rubbed at my temples feeling a headache coming on. I needed a drink.
I went to the mini-fridge and pulled out the so tiny it should be illegal bottle of whisky and quickly unscrewed the cap. I tossed it back and coughed. I was vaguely aware that Vivian was still yelling at me.
Her face was flushed and I could still see some honey stuck in hair. I probably shouldn’t mention that. If I had any sense of self-preservation I really shouldn’t poke the snarling bear.
“You’ve still got shit in your hair,” I pointed out.
Vivian’s eyes went wide as if she couldn’t believe what just came from my mouth. I smirked at her and shrugged again.
“I could have helped you get that out, you know,” I told her, wiggling my eyebrows.
Vivian let out what could only be described as a She-Ra battle cry and launched herself at me.
Hell yeah!
She wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands went for my throat. She knocked me backwards and we went tumbling. I bumped into the coffee table, pushing it over. The back of my knees hit the couch and I fell to the floor, Vivian on top of me.
I started to laugh, rocking my now happy groin against her, until I saw the look of pure murder on her face. Crap!
Was she honestly trying to strangle me?
“Vivian!” I choked out, shoving her off me. She rolled to her side and sat up, covering her face with her hands.
She went from raging pissed to sobbing mess in less than two seconds. And I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
When did this go from entertaining to cry me a river? Did I miss something? It was just f**king honey!
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I barked less than kindly. I was quickly losing my patience with this song and dance.
Vivian wasn’t the easiest chick to be around. She was volatile and moody. I never knew whether to expect a kiss or a kick the stomach. She was up and down, left and right. But that’s what I dug about her. She kept me on my toes. We fought. We made up. She screamed, I yelled, and then we’d hump like rabbits.
So the sudden tear-fest made no sense.
Vivian furiously wiped her face and got to her feet. She shook her head when I tried to reach out for her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to make her stop.
I nuzzled the back of her neck, hoping to move us past the ready to kill each other stage to the let’s rip our clothes off and forget this bullshit phase.
“Just stop it, Cole. Just let me go,” she begged, not really struggling, but not leaning back into me either.
Okay, so I really wasn’t getting what the big deal was. Maybe it was the fact that it was almost one in the morning. Or maybe it had to do with the whiskey I had just downed. Maybe it was the serious case of blue balls that had my nuts in a vice. Whatever the reason, I was having a seriously hard time figuring out what was going on.
“Are you really that mad at me?” I scoffed, hardly able to believe that my moronic screw up could upset her that badly. Vivian was made of harder stuff than that. Which is why she was such a cool chick.
Vivian pulled away and I was left standing there, grasping at air. I felt a shift in her demeanor. The vibe in the room was anything but happy, happy, good times. It sucked.
“I’m just sick and tired of feeling like a joke to you! You f**k other girls and I scream and make an idiot of myself. You decide you want my company and I jump at the chance to be there. You feel the need to try your crazy sex shenanigans and I’m your happy little guinea pig. I’m over it, Cole! Freaking over it!” she said firmly, her voice rising.
I laughed. Bad response, I know. But I couldn’t help it.
“Is this for real? You seriously think that?” I asked incredulously. How could I listen to this shit with a straight face when it was so damn ridiculous?
Vivian threw her hands in the air and groaned. “See! This is exactly what I’m talking about!”
Enough was enough!
I pulled the back of her robe and pressed her flush against my front. “Stop it, okay? This is stupid! We’re not here for this shit. We’re here for this,” I murmured in her ear, tracing the round curve with my tongue. I moaned low and deep as I released the tie of her robe and reached my hand inside to find her boob.
I gave it a proper squeeze, followed by a stinging slap for good measure. Vivian gasped and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded. She was turned on. But she didn’t want to be turned on. I loved it when she challenged me like that.
“Fuck me, Viv. You know you want to,” I whispered, my lips a breath from hers. My hand released her tit and traveled down to the mound between her legs. I tiptoed my fingers to the warm wetness I knew was waiting for me.
“You want me to touch you. You want me to f**k you with my fingers. You want me to make you come all. Night. Long.” I moaned again as I slowly pushed my finger inside her.
Her knees started to quiver and I knew I had her. I closed my eyes as I started to bite down on the still wet skin of her shoulder, while I rubbed my raging hard on up and down her ass crack.
And then she was pulling away again. My eyes snapped open to find her tightening the belt around her waist. Denied again.
And this time, I couldn’t help it. I got pissed. Really, really pissed.
“Since when are you a f**king c**k tease?” I demanded, running my fingers that still smelled like her through my hair. I was so aroused it was painful. And no amount of jerking off was going to help.
I wanted sex. With Vivian. Now!
“You are such an insensitive ass!” she hissed and I was officially done with this conversation.
I advanced on her and watched in satisfaction as she retreated until her back was pressed against the wall. I leaned in, my face dangerously close to hers.
“Do you know how many women would kill to be here with me right now? Do you get how special you should feel because I chose you?” I shouted into her face that was almost at level with mine.
It was a dickish and egotistical thing to say. I should have probably chosen my words a bit more wisely. Particularly if I ever hoped to have this woman in my bed again. And telling her she was one of many wasn’t the way to do it.
But I was so f**king angry I couldn’t see straight. She had led me around by my balls all night and I was sick and tired of it.
I loved the roller coaster. I loved the highs and lows of being around Vivian. But right now, with her indignant fury staring up at me, I wanted to throw something.
So I did.