When this plan doesn't work, I turn to warm water and decide to pleasure myself. My body doesn't need much help to find an orgasm. Leaning against the wall, I caress my clit with one hand and my nipples with the other.
I close my eyes and see Pax. The way his muscles flex when he's propped over me. I imagine his hair swaying against his face when he thrusts into my body. Rough fingers. Hard stomach. Tattooed chest. Thick cock. I picture every detail in my head while working myself past one orgasm and searching for a second.
"Pax," I moan again and again.
Finally relaxed, I turn off the water and leave the shower. The chick in the mirror looks unhappy, but my body is at least satisfied. For now anyway.
After dressing in my pajama top and bottom, I open the bathroom door.
"Hey, baby," Pax says, covering my mouth before I can scream. "Missing me, huh?"
Narrowing my eyes, I try to bite his hand until he removes it.
"What do you want?"
"I came up here to check on you and Tallulah again. Figured I might get a little visual help for my dick problem by looking at your feet sticking out of the covers. Imagine my surprise when I heard you moaning my name."
Hating the smirk on his face, I try to push past him. "Go away."
"Or," he says, blocking my way with his long arms, "you could help a guy out."
"Eww."
"Why is it gross when I want a little relief?"
"Because you think I'll give it to you. I'm not your whore."
Pax frowns for a minute, and I figure he'll storm away. Then a smile slides across his sexy face.
"Cute trick you pulled trying to piss me off like that. No, I'm too hard to walk away."
I glance down at where his hand strokes his cock inside his sweats. Fuck me, but I shiver at the thought of him inside me.
"No," I mutter.
"Let's make a trade," he says still stroking himself. "A kiss and maybe a handful of tit to help me get over the edge. Without you in my bed, I jack off so much lately that my dick is holding on by a thread."
"What do I get if I allow you to use me like a blowup doll?"
Pax narrows his eyes again before realizing I'm trying to piss him off. He catches on and gives me a smile.
"Well I heard Shay is getting her nails done with the girls tomorrow. I figure you won't go since you're saving up for Christmas and birthday presents. What if I paid for you and Tallulah to get your nails done?"
"She's too little to need her nails done."
Leaning down until his lips are against my throat, Pax inhales my scent. "Don't tell me she wouldn't like pink nails with sparkles. Or maybe red with black dots like the ladybugs she thinks are so cute. Oh, something Christmas could be pretty too. Tell me she wouldn't like that."
Pax knowing my baby well enough to play this game makes me fucking crazy. I need him inside me. I feel like the damn shower never happened.
"Deal, but make it quick," I say, selling an indifference I'm not feeling.
My gaze locks on Pax licking his lips. Waiting and wanting what I should avoid. This time when he kisses me, Pax is soft, testing, and patient. My tongue licks at his and the kiss deepens. His free hand slides up my shirt, finding my hard nipple waiting for him. He squeezes the rigid flesh, making me moan in his mouth.
The hand around his cock moves faster, and I imagine cum leaking from the slit. Even craving to taste him, I won't. Once I welcome him back in my arms for real, I'm fully open to any wounds he inflicts. I can't handle that yet. Tonight, we'll just tease. I scratch at his chest with my nails, making Pax moan into my mouth.
I don't stop teasing his nipples until his breathing relaxes and our kisses soften again.
"I want the cash in the morning," I say, trying to keep up my cold exterior.
Pax wraps me in his arms and returns to the kissing. I hate him for doing whatever he wants. He wanted me. He got me. He got overwhelmed then hurt me. Now he wants me back, and I should spread my legs for him. I imagine hurting him. Maybe just a twist of his balls to give him a little wakeup call that I'm not his property. Before I can reach for his crotch, Pax ruins my plans.
"I love you," he whispers, kissing my face then neck. "I thought Ford was a fucking fool to give himself over so quick to Shay, but you feel right like no other chick can."
Sighing, I hate him even more for sounding so vulnerable. He loves me, and the words aren't hard for him to say. Even now with me angry, he trusts me with his feelings.
"I love you too, but get off me," I whisper with no power behind my words.
Pax doesn't react immediately. He kisses me on the forehead and cheeks then the lips. Even kissing him back, I think of anything besides his hot body wrapped around mine.
"I'm getting you back," he says, stepping away from me.
"I know."
"I won't give up."
"I know that too."
"I'm very patient."
"No, you're really not."
Pax glances around the hallway. "If you're still unsatisfied after your bathroom fingerbang, I can help you out."
I flip him off. "Good night, A S S H O L E."
"There's the cussing hottie I love."