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Chapter Three

The short walk to his car and shorter drive to my apartment were silent except for my brief directions. It wasn’t the hostile or awkward silence from before. If anything, we were just subdued. Waiting. We both knew what this was about. We both knew what we wanted. There was nothing to discuss. If we did discuss it, there was a chance we’d figure out that we were doing it for all the wrong reasons.

Right or wrong, we were both angry and hurt, and if we could find a way to release that anger with each other, then so be it.

I surreptitiously glanced at Nathan. This situation must have cut him even deeper than it did me, so I could only imagine what went on in his mind right then. Jake, if you want to throw this away, you son of a bitch, I’ll be happy to pick it up for you, if only for tonight.

I had no illusions that this was anything more than a one night stand. It wasn’t even that: It was revenge sex. A fuck you to Jake, who’d probably already charmed his way into someone else’s bed by now anyway. Or maybe Nathan and I weren’t the only ones to begin with. Maybe in his little black book, under Nathan’s name and mine, was a Justin Case or two. If monogamy wasn’t his strong suit, I thought as we pulled into the parking lot, then why would he stop at two?

And why was I rationalizing this? I dug my keys out of my jacket pocket as we silently went from the car to my front door. We’re consenting adults. We’re using each other, but for the same thing. Who the fuck cares?

His hands slid over my hips as I unlocked the door. This is probably a bad idea. He pulled himself closer, his hard cock pressing against me. I’m going to regret this tomorrow. His soft goatee tickled my skin as he kissed the side of my neck. I don’t care.

Once we were inside, I turned the deadbolt and found Nathan’s hand in the darkness. He closed his fingers around mine and followed me down the hall, his steps tentative as he walked through dark, unfamiliar territory. Putting a light on would have made sense if not for the fact that the second I could see him, we were going down right then and there. Better to at least try to fall somewhere near the bed. So, the lights stayed off. I just hoped one of my cats wasn’t sprawled across the hallway.

They’ll move.

I flipped on the bedroom light and let him go in first. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, the subdued silence was over.

He slammed me against the door, kissing me frantically as my hands tangled in his hair. His kiss was so demanding it was painful, and I returned it the exact same way. I was so hard it hurt, especially with his rock-hard cock pressing against-almost grinding against-my own.

With desperate, angry hands, we clawed at clothing, pulling apart buttons with no regard for the threads that held them. We probably ripped a few off in the process, and I was sure a seam or two tore, but I just didn’t give a damn.

When my shirt was open, he pulled me away from the door by my lapels. Together we stumbled toward the bed, kicking off shoes, forcing shirts off each other’s shoulders, struggling with belts.

As soon as we made it across the room, I grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him down to the bed with me. We were breathless, frantic, devouring each other, pulling each other closer even though we couldn’t get much closer.

“Tell me you have condoms,” he growled, kissing my neck and shoulder so hard I thought he was going to sink his teeth in.

Yes, because I was fully intending to fuck someone else tonight. Anger surged through me as I remembered why we were here, and it aroused me even more. Made me want him even more.

“There,” I said, gesturing in the general vicinity of the bedside table.

He muttered something like “thank God”, and pushed himself off me. As soon as we were apart, we both threw off the last of our clothes. He grabbed a condom out of the drawer and tore the wrapper almost completely in half with his teeth. Just before he rolled it on, though, he looked at me. Looked me up and down. Then, with a shaking hand, he set the partly wrapped condom on the table.

What are you doing? I wanted to scream but I couldn’t remember how. Fuck, what are you waiting for? Jesus, Nathan, just-

His fingers closed around my cock, making it impossible for me to breathe. After two or three slow strokes, he licked his lips and I damn near came just from anticipation.

Thankfully, I didn’t, because then I would have missed the relentless desperation of his mouth on my cock.

As soon as his tongue touched me, I sucked in a breath and my back lifted off the bed. One hand grabbed the bed to keep me there. The other grabbed his hair to keep him there.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop…” He didn’t stop. The more I begged him not to stop, the faster he fucked me with his mouth, squeezing with lips and hand until the electric pulses running up my spine were too much, too damned much, and just when I thought my mouth might betray me and tell him it was too much, I came. He kept going, slower now, slowing with every stroke, until I shuddered one last time and relaxed.

His mouth was barely off my cock before he growled, “Get on your knees.” He reached for the condom and I sat up, pausing for a second to let the room stop spinning.

“Jesus,” I whispered. I glanced at him, and he winked, grinning at me as he rolled the condom on.

He paused. Looked around. “Lube?”

“Same drawer.”

As he reached for it, I shifted positions, hoping my arms and legs could even hold me up now. When his hands closed around my hips, my limbs threatened once more to collapse under me. I screwed my eyes shut and exhaled as cool lube against my skin sent a tremor up my spine.

“Fuck,” he breathed as his cock slid into me. His fingers dug painfully into my hips and he groaned. I guessed it took every bit of restraint he had to go slow, to make sure I was ready for him. He pulled out then pushed in, his breath coming in shorter, shallower gasps each time.

I knew what he was waiting for. Even through the haze of fury and lust, he needed my go ahead. A sign from me to let him know that he didn’t have to hold back anymore. Closing my eyes, I rocked back against him. Then again, harder this time.

His hands tightened around my hips, keeping me in place. At first, I thought he wanted to keep things slow, that he was enjoying this pace in spite of the desperation written all over his ragged breathing and trembling touch.

Then, with a moan that became a roar, he slammed his cock into me, driving himself as deep into me as he could. He held my hips still so he could control the speed, so that I could do nothing but take it exactly as he chose to give it.

A deep groan escaped his throat. Or maybe mine. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.

His hands moved up my back, then gripped my shoulders, giving him extra leverage as he pounded me harder and harder. The bedspread bunched in my fists as my head fell forward and my eyes tried to roll back. I’d never been fucked like this. It was painful. It was furious. It was hot.

His hands left my shoulders. One came down beside me, supporting his weight over me, but the other grabbed my hair, and jerked my head back. It wasn’t enough to hurt my neck, but it made me gasp.

“Like that?” he growled in my ear. His tone was such a palpable mixture of rage and rampant lust, it probably would have made me come had I not already.

The hand in my hair tightened. “Do you like that?” he said again.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned.

“I said-” The growl suddenly dropped to a moan. “Oh, fuck…” He pushed himself up, grabbing my hips again and thrusting harder. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, oh, Jesus Christ…” A violent shudder abruptly halted his voice. He made no sound-no growl, no whimper, no breath-until his body collapsed over mine. He caught himself on trembling arms and finally managed a sigh.

We didn’t speak as he got up to get rid of the condom. Then we lay in silence, both staring up at the ceiling. Every inch of my body ached, and I was certain there would be a bruise or two to show for it in the morning, but I didn’t care. This was exactly what I needed. I smiled to myself.

Fuck you, Jake.