Wild Forces: A Friends to Lovers Romance (O-Town Book 2) by Karen Renee (summer reads .TXT) 📕

I bucked my hips and tried to push him off me. “Don’t you dare give me a damned hickey! I don’t need a reminder about this awful argument.”

He thrust a finger into me, and I exhaled. The sucking at my neck turned into nipping bites and my legs widened. Vaguely, I noticed one of his hands was reaching back into his pants, and then I heard his wallet hit the bed. He lifted his head from my neck and focused on getting a condom.

He tore it open with his teeth, and asked, “You down with having sex right now?”

My eyes widened and it was all I could do to hold back my knee-jerk response. If he tried not to have sex with me, I would be even angrier – when I didn’t think such a thing was possible. Finally, I hissed, “Yes.”

His eyes narrowed marginally. “You pissed at me?”

“Of course, I am,” I cried.

He rose to his knees and rolled the condom onto his solid, swollen cock. Before he lowered back down, he ripped his dress shirt off. The room filled with the sound of buttons bouncing off the nightstand and walls. I inhaled sharply because I didn’t expect him to do that.

“Ought to make you pay for that shirt,” he muttered.

“You did that your damn self!”

He lowered his torso onto me. “But you started it with the bottom button, so it’s all your fault, Cassandra.”

I wanted to call bullshit, but his cock plunged into the hilt and all the air in my lungs went with it. When I got my breath back, I said, “It was not my fault.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, Cassandra.”

I dragged my fingernails down his back. “Get it straight, Gabe. All of this is your fault.”

He kissed me and our teeth clashed because of his powerful thrusts. I didn’t like being on the bottom, and his accusations pissed me off, too. I brought my hands back up to his shoulders, and on an inward thrust I hooked one leg around his hips and used my other leg as leverage to push him to his back.

I didn’t know if the bed in the room was a California King or what, but luckily, I didn’t roll us right off the bed. My success meant our kiss had ended, and Gabe’s glittering eyes were difficult to read. He might have been happy with the change, but he still seemed peeved.

“Got what you wanted now, Cassandra. You damn well better ride me.”

My lips pursed and his lips tipped up as though he liked making me angrier. I planted my hands on his shoulders, my knees in the bed, and I rode him. Hard. Sensations were building, and I knew I was getting close. My head tilted back as I yanked down my bra cup to pinch my nipple and had the other hand half-way to my clit when Gabe grabbed them both.

“Ah-ah-ah, Cassandra. That’s all me, honey. You come when I say you can come.”

I whipped my head forward, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. “Since when?”

He let go of one hand to grab my ass, and then he flipped us without unseating himself from me. “Since I’m always in charge of when you come, Cassandra. This might be our first angry fuck, but that doesn’t mean you get off on your own. You get off because I set you off. Always.”

He kept thrusting, but grabbed both my wrists and held them in one hand above my head. Perversely, this turned me on even more. I’d always wanted someone to do that to me. I had no idea I’d enjoy it more with so much anger between us.

I rolled and bucked my hips, but Gabe didn’t take the bait. He kept a steady pace, and finally, he lowered a hand to my clit and made me come. I feared it wouldn’t be as good as it should’ve been since I had been right on the edge earlier. But, I didn’t fall over the edge into a climax, I flew over that edge and it was the best damn orgasm I had ever had. Bar none.

When I finally came down from my high, I realized Gabe had lowered all his weight onto me. His breathing was extremely labored, though, so I had to guess he had just come.

I foolishly blurted, “Did we really just argue about my family and have angry sex because of it?”

His arms tightened around me. “Yeah. Wasn’t my intention, honey. Though, that’s the best sex I’ve ever had, so even though I am sorry, I’m not that sorry, if you know what I mean. Bottom line, you’re right. How you grew up, and who your father is doesn’t change shit. It just caught me off guard, baby.”

My mind raced backwards. Gabe had never called me ‘baby’ before, and my belly flipped. Him calling me that cut my anger in half.

I looked up at him. “Are you sure?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I’m sure. Unfortunately, I have to get rid of this condom.”

He kissed me slow and sweet while gently slipping out of me. Then he whispered, “Don’t go anywhere.”

I chuckled.

When he returned to the bed, he wrapped his arms around me as tightly as before he left the bed. “Why do you need a roomie for your peace of mind? You worried about Asher?”

My brows furrowed because I hadn’t thought about Asher in weeks. “No. It’s more so I don’t feel like I’m taking up more space than I should.”

“What?” he asked through a chuckle.

“I don’t need two bedrooms. I should be in a one-bedroom, but I didn’t like the layout. Plus, a roommate keeps me from talking to myself too much.”

“You are a nerd.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered trying to break free of his hold, but he didn’t let me go.

“So, you’re a trust-fund girl?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, and no. My trust fund only pays tuition and rent. Dad made me scrimp to put money down on my car, which I paid