He pul ed me into a room off the left of the hal , his bedroom.
The lamp was on by the bed. It was an old iron bed, painted black, a double. The mattresses, though, looked firm and new. There was a down comforter on it covered in a dark brown twil and another Native American blanket thrown over the comforter, light brown pil ow cases over the pil ows. There was a dresser, two nightstands (both with lamps and more books on them) and an old wardrobe (because there was no closet). On the outside wal was another stone-hearth fireplace nearly as big as the living room. The only thing on the wal s was a hide stretched across and stitched tight to a bent piece of wood, an image of an eagle shaved into the fur.
Vance stopped by the bed. He’d already taken off his jacket earlier and now he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Crowe –” I started.
“Take off your dress,” he interrupted me, his voice sharp.
I blinked at him, shocked at his tone.
Then I ral ied. “Can we please talk, just for a few minutes?”
I wasn’t beginning to get freaked. I was ful -on freaked.
It didn’t take an experienced relationship expert to realize he was pissed off and I didn’t understand. If he was pissed off, why did he want me there at al ? It was like he wanted to make this hard on me and I didn’t like that, not about him.
Furthermore, why was I there? I’d never agreed to it. I hadn’t even agreed to going to the party with him.
Before I could answer my questions, his hands came away from the last button and he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and it fel to the floor. Then he captured me by the hips, pul ed me closer and with a swish he had my dress clutched in his fingers and up over my head. Then it was gone.
I was wearing a pair of red satin panties with a little black bow under my navel (one of my new pairs) and no bra.
For a second shock hit me and I stood frozen. Then I covered my breasts with an arm and bent to retrieve my dress.
I’d decided that it was time to fuck this. My head-crackin’
mamma jamma was coming out.
There were a lot of things I didn’t need that had come at me in the last few days but Vance being a complete asshole was the biggest one of them al .
Vance caught me as I bent over and pul ed me back up.
“Take your hands off me, Crowe. I’m going home,” I snapped when I was straight and looking at him. His arms were wrapping around me and pul ing me to him.
I tried to push back, they went tight with a jerk and my body slammed into his.
“You aren’t goin’ anywhere.”
“I don’t like this. You’re making me uncomfortable,” I informed him.
“You’l be comfortable in a second when my mouth is between your legs.”
Oh my God.
He did not just say that.
“You’re an ass!” I shouted. “This is not happening.”
“It’s happening Princess. I have one more night of your sweetness and I’m gonna take it.”
“You’re gonna have to take it because I’m not giving it.”
“You’l give it.”
“Fuck you!” I was stil shouting and now I was pushing away from him.
“Yeah,” he returned, “exactly.”
Then he twisted me. We went down on the bed, him on top and his weight hit me hard.
I struggled, I swear I did, but he got my wrists to the sides of my head and his mouth was on me everywhere and I couldn’t keep it up. I wanted to, I fought it, but I didn’t win.
He kissed me hard and deep then his mouth moved over my neck, to my col arbone, between my breasts, doing amazing things to my nipples. It was just too much. I hated him at first then I hated myself for giving in and then I couldn’t think of anything (certainly not hate) when his mouth kept at me.
He knew when I quit fighting. He let my wrists go and then I pushed him to his back, too turned on to think of running. I did the same to him, just as Daisy told me to do, if he did something I liked, I should do it back.
I went further though, out-of-control turned on, yanking his belt loose, undoing his fly, pul ing his jeans down. I took him in my hand and I kid you not, no experience, nothing but instinct, I took him in my mouth.
I had no idea what I was doing but I just winged it. I did what I liked and I liked what I did and I knew he liked it too because after awhile he started to make low, growling noises.
Then he pul ed me up and to the side, he sat up, yanked off his boots and socks, stood up and pul ed off his jeans. I used that time to push the souls of my shoes against the heels, shoving them off. He bent over me, feet stil on the floor, one hand to the bed beside me. He reached down and dragged off my panties. When they were gone, he spread my legs and then he was there, slamming inside me.
“Vance,” I breathed when he did.
“Say it again,” he demanded against my mouth.
I did.