Jay leaned in and sealed his mouth over Charlee’s, breathless and demanding. Did he not notice Felica rubbing up against him? Maybe he didn’t care.
Bristling at his disregard for her feelings, Charlee released his dick and tried to punch Felica in the stomach, but she hopped out of reach. Maybe she’d take the hint.
Charlee had an overwhelming urge to beg him to take her somewhere else, somewhere intimate. But that would’ve been running from this thing she knew she needed to confront. He’d told her he only wanted her. Had he lied? As much as her heart rejected the idea, she needed to see how far he’d let this go.
He sank his teeth into the spot below her injured ear, shooting a warming pang through her body. The pressure from his bite intensified, and he lined up his erection at her entrance, his groan vibrating down her back.
Dammit, the audacious woman pressed against him again, hands at her sides, eyes on his mouth where he nuzzled Charlee’s neck.
“Jay, wait.” Why wouldn’t he push her away? Tell her to fuck off? Charlee’s arousal fizzled by the second. “Get that woman—”
He thrust, buried in one long stroke. His neck arched, and he shouted something indiscernible to the rafters.
Stars flashed through her vision and heat exploded between her legs. “Ahhh, Jeeeeesus.”
Hips pumping, he gripped her thighs and lifted her lower body to meet him. The new position dropped her on her back, head hanging off the edge of the half-stack, the plastic casing digging into her shoulders. He followed her down, flexing his hips. The pain was so arousing, everything else fell away.
“My turn.”
The feminine voice crawled over Charlee’s skin. She snapped her head up and met Felica’s frosty blue eyes. A violence of emotions ripped through her and she reared back to punch whatever pleathered body part she could reach.
He twisted his neck and glared at Felica. “Don’t you dare touch me. Go away.” His voice dipped, low and commanding.
“Come on now. Why does she get to touch you?” Felica pointed at Charlee’s hands where they gripped his shoulders.
She had a point. His triggers weren’t tripping.
“Because she is Charlee. This is the last time I’ll tell you. Go. Away.” He swatted a hand behind him, missing Felica by a ridiculous margin.
The woman rolled her lips between her teeth, turned on her heels, and strutted away. He looked at Charlee out of glazed eyes. Was he having a hard time centering?
She shoved his shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?”
His eyebrows pulled together and snapped back. A smile skittered across his swollen lips. “I’m buried seven-inches in, baby. Ain’t a goddamned thing wrong.” He powered into her. The strength of his thrust spiraled through her womb. It burned so good, but something was off.
Clumsy. Overly confident. Unfocused eyes. Oh God, he was high. Her muscles tensed to fight him off.
His eyes dilated and he pinned her hands to her chest, stroking her womb with his lunges. She should tell him No. She should shout it through the arena.
But that would bring the wrath of Nathan with fists flying as he dragged her from L.A. Her molars slammed together. She could deal with this.
His mouth fell over hers, and she head butted him. Undaunted, he fucked her with the potency of his strength and the weight of his body. It might’ve felt orgasmic if he weren’t fucking high.
Self-loathing trembled off her in waves. She wasn’t behaving any different than his countless meaningless lays. She brushed the miserable feeling away and wrenched a hand free of his restraint at her chest. “Jay, stop.”
He drove harder, faster.
Stunned, she gasped. No air. The weight pounding into her smothered her reasoning. Roy’s heavy-bodied arms pinned her down. Fragments of shuffling down the long corridor with the chain on her ankle burrowed in her throat, strangling.
He rotated his hips and shoved a hand in her hair. Brown eyes met hers, Jay’s eyes, soothing her…until his face twisted in ecstasy.
No more. She grabbed his chin to stay his disoriented gaze. “Huntress.”
His jaw moved with his smile, twitching beneath her hand. “I wrote that song for you.” His thrusts caught a hiccupping pace and he crashed to a halt, buried deep inside her, eyes rolled back in his head. “Unngh. Fuuuuck!”
The power of her safe word faded with his orgasm. She shoved his head away. He swung it back, looking down at her, lips wet and slack. “Best. Fuck. Ever. How about you?”
She slapped him. “Not even close. Get the fuck off me.”
He jumped up and back, hand covering his cheek where she hit him. He narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck, Charlee?”
Her lip quivered. Don’t give into it. Get up, dammit.
She rose, teetered on her heels, and adjusted her clothes with trembling fingers. Her panties lay on the stage. Ruined. Just like her pride. Fucking bastard.