Every inch of her is hot and tempting and as our tongues battle, I feel her body somehow getting even more volcanic.
Her moans sing out between the stolen breaths of our kiss. I grab onto her ass cheeks, squeezing indulgently, pushing them together, massaging them.
Fuck, her ass is as juicy as I knew it’d be.
It’s magnificent, its size, its luxuriousness.
“I need that pussy,” I growl, kissing up and down her neck, biting softly. “I need to taste you, Tess. I need to feel you cream all over my mouth. Can you do that for me? Can you lie down and let me dominate your wet fucking cunt?”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she gasps, her hands stroking tantalizingly through my hair.
“Well, it is,” I snarl. “So get used to it. I’m tired of fighting my urges.”
“I thought you were disgusted with me.”
I lean back, staring into her sparkling eyes. “What?”
“Yeah—you know, the way you were looking at me … I thought you were angry.”
“It was desire, Tess. The only thing I’m angry about is waiting so long to taste your lips, to feel this fuckable ass.”
She shivers as I grip onto her ass cheeks with more firmness, painting them in sinful shades of irrepressible lust.
I kiss her again and again the feral beasts inside of us taking over, our bodies writhing and grinding. And soon, I know, I’ll taste her, taste every inch of her needy—
A crash.
The door bursts open behind us.
Tess breaks off the kiss with a scream and Gizmo starts yapping from the bedroom, and then sprints into the living room, his barks getting as deep and threatening as he can make them.
I leap to my feet, fists clenched, ready to fight for my woman if I have to.Chapter NineTessI fall to the side, almost rolling off the edge of the couch as Tanner jumps to his feet. He’s like a predator ready for action, his fists clenched, his whole body tense and ready to explode.
My heart was pounding like crazy before, as we sunk into the kiss, as his words washed over me.
He wants me.
It makes no sense and yet the evidence is my stinging, shivering lips, the imprint of his possessive hands still searing into my ass cheeks.
Now my heartbeat goes into overdrive, my gaze shifting from Tanner to the door.
A man stands there, about six foot and muscular, wearing a dirty denim jacket and faded blue jeans. His neck is covered in tattoos and he has a blood-red teardrop under his eye. His head is bald except for a little grey fuzz. He looks around the room, peeling his lips back over his teeth in a canine gesture, and then his gaze settles on Gizmo.
My brave little Chi-Poo has his hackles up, his ears perked and his stance wide as he barks at the man.
“Quiet, you little shit,” the man grumbles.
I instinctively move toward Gizmo, leaning down to pick him up. Beside me – almost silent despite his giant’s size – Tanner stalks closer. I realize he’s standing there just in case the man tries to lunge at me, and a torrent of protective heat surges through me despite the insane circumstances.
This day can’t get any weirder.
“Where is she?” the man snaps, turning his gaze to us now.
“Where is who?” I snap, stroking my hand through Gizmo’s fur, trying to calm him as his body trembles in rage and anxiety.
“My slut daughter, that’s who,” the man snaps. “I’ve just been to the damn strip club and they told me this is her address. My daughter … working at a strip club. Fucking hell.”
“You’re Dirk,” I murmur, cold goosebumps pricking my skin.
The man smiles, flashing a golden tooth. “Yes, dear, I’m Dirk. Where the fuck is Kaitlyn?”
“She’s not here,” I say, unable to keep the shiver from my voice.
All the dark stories Kaitlyn has told me over the months come crashing back into me. She had to run across several States to get away from this man, this perverted twisted monster, and now he’s here to make her suffer even more.
“Well then, you better tell me where she is.”
Tanner snorts derisively.
“What was that?” Dirk spits, his gaze snapping toward Tanner. He doesn’t seem intimidated despite Tanner having a foot of height on him, plus being fitter, leaner, whereas Dirk is flabby around the middle. “Say something, tough guy?”
“Your daughter isn’t here,” Tanner says calmly. “And even if she was, we wouldn’t let you see her. You’re clearly a terrible fucking father.”
“Yeah, and who the fuck are you, buddy?” Dirk bristles, standing up straighter and moving his hand toward his hip.
Tanner’s eyes flit to the movement and he takes a slow step forward, as though getting ready to pounce.
“That would be a very foolish thing to do.”
Something in Tanner’s tone makes Dirk stop.
I keep stroking my hand through Gizmo’s fur, whispering soothingly to him, praying that Kaitlyn is far away and nowhere near this apartment building.