**Skye**
I hate him! I do—god…I want to hate him.
This time he ends the kiss and then whispers against my lips. “You don’t hate me, Skye. Just like I don’t hate you.” I can hardly believe the words even though I feel them as he speaks them against my lips. What I really hate? I hate that he’s right. It takes everything I have not to let the tears that are stinging the backs of my eyes free.
A single soft sob escapes before I can collect myself. Jaden heard it; he’s watching me fight for the control I want so desperately. But, when he takes me by the hand and leads me to the passengers side of his car, I suddenly realize that it’s not taking control I want, but letting it go. Without further argument, I hand it over to him without even a word.
I’m fighting an invisible battle in my own head and heart. Part of me wants to demand that he lets me go back to the diner’s parking lot to my car. Another part of me wants Jaden to take me wherever he wants and let him lead the way. Let him tell me what to do, show me what to do. I know it’s wrong. I do, but why doesn’t it feel wrong? What in the hell is wrong with you?
He doesn’t even look at me. His tanned hands show what a tight white-knuckle grip he has on the steering wheel. Jaden’s not just mad but he’s obviously straight into pissed off.
“I’m sorry I slapped you.” And, I was too. I’m not that girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid to do what I have to do to protect myself, but I’m not a slapper. I wasn’t in any danger from Jaden, how I know that I have no clue, I just do.
His whole body is strung tight, the air in the car…thick. The red mark on his cheek reminds me of just how fast this man can enrage me.
“I said I’m sorry, Jaden.” I say hardly above a whisper once again.
Still not a word in return.
Looking out the window, I wonder where he’s taking me and why the hell I’m not panicking? Absolutely none of this makes any sense—not one fucking drop of this makes sense.
After fifteen minutes, we pull into a neighborhood filled with new builds. Most of the homes don’t even have grass yet, but a few are filled with rows of freshly laid sod. Driving up the slight incline, Jaden reaches inside the center console and clicks a garage door opener. Pulling inside, he clicks it once more, closing the door behind us.
I hear Jaden take a deep breath and exhale loudly. Risking what I might see, I glance over at him and find him looking at me with an expression I can’t quite make out. He doesn’t look as angry, but still he remains silent. His scrutiny makes me uncomfortable, and I look away.
“I’m sorry, too.” That’s all he says and I’m not exactly positive what he’s sorry about, but I’m not about to ask. I angrily swipe the tear that has breached my defenses before he sees it. When the pad of his thumb sweeps across my cheek just after my own fingers, I see I was unsuccessful in concealing my emotions. “Don’t,” he whispers hoarsely to me and I’m surprised at how sincere he sounds…almost as if he cares. I know he doesn’t, but it did sound like he did just now. The concern in his eyes disappears as fast as it appeared.
Without shame, I watch the view as he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door. Who is this man? He confuses me from one minute to the next. He’s rude, he’s crude, and then he’s wiping my tears and opening doors.
I take the hand he extends and find myself standing in an almost empty garage. The heat radiating from the car is the only thing warming the cool concrete space.
One second I’m being pulled around the front of the car and the next I’m being kissed to the point of pain. His mouth is speaking the impatience that my body is quaking with. When our lips part, Jaden mumbles filthy words that shouldn’t ignite me but they do. Oh god, they do.
His going to fuck me until I ’ m screaming his name. He ’ s going to make me beg him to come. How he ’ s going to watch my tits bounce with each thrust.
I swear this man’s mouth has some kind of spell over me…black magic.
I hear the tearing before I look down and see my Pinkies t-shirt torn from the neckline down. Not that I can see where the rip ends, I haven’t seen my feet since I grew boobs in the eighth grade; all I see now is my black and purple bra.
Jaden’s hands are quickly unhooking my bra, and as soon as the satin and lace cups fall, I see the heat flare in his eyes. “Christ, woman!” he mutters just before taking my nipple in his mouth. His hand works my other breast and that has me wishing he’d move his mouth to that one too. Stepping back, his blatant perusal of my chest is exhilarating. He’s looking at me with a hunger that only I could satisfy, a thirst only my body could quench. Drink me, Jaden. Eat me, Jaden.
He says nothing; the only sounds are the cooling car echoing in the space mingled with our choppy breaths. In a single smooth motion, he reaches back and pulls his t-shirt up and over his head. Pushing me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the front of his Mercedes, he lays his shirt behind me on the hood. Oh. My. God. Here?
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you right here, Skye.”
Shit! Had I said that out loud?
His hands pop the button on my jeans, and within seconds, they’re around my ankles and I’m kicking them aside. When I reach for his jeans, he merely shakes his head. “One thing I know how to do is drop my pants.” He smirks with that bad boy look he pulls off so well and a charge runs through my body. “Panties. Off.” He all but snarls out and goosebumps dot my flesh at his command.
As soon as my panties hit the ground, I’m hauled up again and kissed as if his life depends on stealing my next breath. Well, he’ll live, I may not, but he will because he’s taken my last breath and guaranteed my next. Why the need to cry is so strong today, I’ll never know. Jesus! Is it the fact that he’s the only man who has gifted me with an orgasm? Is it because the feeling I’m being used is so strong? Maybe it’s the guilt knowing that’s all I’m doing to him? Using him. It could be…Rhett. Stop! My body needs this; I need this.
With his eyes locked on mine, I feel his fingertips find my already damp sex. He groans when my wetness coat the two fingers he slides inside of me. So many sensations overwhelm me, and I no longer know which way is up and I let my chin fall to my chest. Quickly, my forehead is pulled from where I rested it against the hot skin of Jaden’s chest. His pulse is racing against my head. At least, I think it is his pulse but then again, it could’ve been my own throbbing through me like a freight train. The stinging sensation from where Jaden grips my hair morphs into a welcomed burn. His knee widens my stance as his other hand continues to torment my sex. “Isn’t this where you pretend you don’t want this?”
His husky voice holds my attention as much as his words.
Swallowing, before I can even speak. “I don’t pre—“
“Yes, you do. You pretend you don’t want me to kiss you, to…” he leans closer and right against my ear, “fuck you.” Matching the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out of me, faster and faster he licks my earlobe making the cool silver hoop press against my neck. “C’mon, pretend for me, Skye. At least put on a show for me that you don’t want my dick in your snatch again.” His laugh that follows is mocking and I feel my temper building, even through the impending climax that is quickly approaching. “Hard to pretend though when you’re pussy juice is dripping down my hand, isn’t it?” This time his laugh is deeper and he tightens his hold on my hair. “What’s wrong, baby? Is the truth pissing you off?”