“You don’t belong here.” There was no fucking way I was going to watch a repeat performance of her getting off on Puck’s leg.
“What?” she half-laughed, half-gasped.
“You heard me,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’re doing, messing around with these men. They aren’t known for saying no to something they want.”
She huffed out a laugh. “What are you talking about?” Her tone revealed that she really had no idea. “We were only going to dance.”
Her innocence only made me angrier. “Yeah, I saw your first fucking dance with Puck. You think a man gives you an orgasm and he’s not looking to get inside your pussy?”
She gasped sharply. “I don’t know, Jace. You tell me. I watched you give that woman an orgasm, is her pussy next?”
It wasn’t often someone dared to use my own words against me. I had to give Luna credit for not backing down and acting like the proverbial damsel in distress. She was standing her ground, and she wasn’t afraid to say it like it was. It was dark, but thanks to the dim light over the door, I could make out her expression, which was growing angrier by the second. It almost made me smile.
“You forget I got off, too,” I said crudely.
Silence followed, and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn’t take her long to find her voice.
“Right. Then I’d better go back inside and take care of that.” She went to grab for the door knob.
“The hell you will,” I snarled, reaching for her. I pulled her away from the door, gripping her roughly around her upper arm.
She pulled away with a cry of anger. “What is your problem, Jace? Why should it bother you what I do with another man? It didn’t bother me while you and that woman were humping each other’s brains out.”
I thought about the telling look she’d had on her face when she’d been watching me with CC, the disappointment and the hurt I’d seen. I’d got off a lot of times letting a woman grind against my dick, but that moment tonight hadn’t been my proudest, because I’d done it with something else in mind. I’d purposely set out to hurt Luna and teach her a lesson, that attraction for men like me meant one thing and one thing only. I called her bullshit.
“Liar!” I whispered sharply down into her face. For a minute we just stood staring at each other in the darkness, listening to the sound of each other’s breaths. I swear I saw the glistening of tears fill her eyes. “We’re not good men, Luna. You come on to one of these men, let him expect something more, and he’ll take it, whether you want to give it up or not. That’s their fucking world. If that had been me you were rubbing up on, I would have taken you out back and fucked you up against the wall.”
Other Books by Tory Richards
Be sure to also check out Book 1 of the Nomad Outlaws Trilogy series.
Four years ago Rebel claimed Ginger to keep them both alive, and then she disappeared. Bike Week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He’s a dangerous nomad. A ruthless killer. But he’s her addiction, and she’s his. Can they keep the past where it belongs and move forward, or is it too late?
“Lots of excitement, a good deal of HOT steamy sex, a happy ending, and a sequel to look forward to! What more could a die hard fan ask for?”
– Margaret S., Amazon.com Reviewer
About Tory Richards
Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut with a plot. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida, where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. For many years life got in the way of her dreams.
Penning stories by hand at ten, and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She’s been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family, friends, travel and writing.