For a second, I thought she'd sling more shit my way, but her lips just trembled. Real soft and quiet.
“You know I'm telling you the God's truth, Summer. I ain't perfect, but I'm gonna do my damnedest to be a good dad, like one I never had. I'm gonna have the family I never thought I would since Freddy left this planet, mowed down in cold blood.” I looked at her, a killer fire running into my eyes. “That shit's never happening to you while I'm alive and breathin'. Never to Alex. You listen to me, babe, about going out on your own. Or I swear to Christ, I will strip you naked, throw you down in my bed, and chain you up like a fuckin' dog. Then I'll be the only one who has to worry about feeding and diapering Alex.”
“You're a pig!” she shrieked, her voice dying in a shrill little whisper.
I smiled, looking down through her tank top. She must've taken off her bra when she'd gotten home because it wasn't hiding shit.
“And your nipples are begging to be sucked, Summertime. How 'bout we forget all this shit? You accept my apology, tell me you're gonna listen 'til the Deads are buried? Tell me we'll find some way to navigate this bullshit, and give our kid everything he deserves?”
She shook her head, but it didn't take long for the fight in her to collapse. My hand pushed her into my chest, so hard I could feel those buds beneath her shirt pulsing against my skin.
If I reached between her legs, stuffed my hand down her jeans, I knew I'd find a sticky, wet mess.
Hadn't taken what I really wanted last night. Now, it was fuckin' calling to me, consequences be damned.
“Tell me, Summer,” I growled, moving my face against hers again, licking the tiny cut forming in the middle of my lips from her bite. “Fuckin' tell me, babe.”
Four more steps, and I'd backed her against the wall, watching her pupils widen in the dim night light. Her lips quirked one more time, hating me for being the bastard I was. Still failed to stop her smile.
“We'll try,” she said softly. “Just as long as you stop being such a prick.”
“Prick, huh? You'd think after all this touchy-feely shit, you'd have something else on your mind.”
She looked like she wanted to slap me again. Instead, I went for her lips, pressing my mouth down on hers so hard she didn't even bite.
We kissed. We lusted. We clutched shoulders, so desperate for each other's bodies I thought we'd leave scorch marks on the damned wall.
My hands ripped her clothes off, one piece at a time. I pushed my jeans down with a growl, throwing off my coat, rolling the t-shirt underneath it away. My bare ass bumped into the edge of the pizza box, still on the table.
Fuck it, dinner could wait. I'd become possessed by another hunger, and it glowed like a nuclear core, a thousand times stronger than the need to eat.
My arm swept across the table, knocking everything to the floor. Summer looked at me in disbelief, stunned. Didn't leave her a second more than I needed to before I spun her around, pushed her hands against the table, and pushed her legs apart, mounting her from behind.
“Fuck!” It shot outta my mouth like a bullet when I slipped inside her, taking the * I hadn't had for three fuckin' years, the only one I'd wanted.
“Ohhh!” she moaned, tilting her hair back into my hand, perfect for tangling my fingers in it.
I fisted those dark, sleek locks like I'd missed them for a hundred fuckin' years. My hips pulled back, winding up, crashing into her again in long, slow, powerful strokes. She moaned, her legs shaking a little more with every beat, that perfect, round ass calling for my palm.
My free hand swept down, clapped her across one ass cheek with a resounding smack. “Scream, baby girl. Scream my fuckin' name, the one you missed all these years, almost as much as I missed your hot little cunt.”
“Joker!”
I smacked her ass again.
“Jackson!” she moaned.
Goddamn, that set me off. My balls churned like fire, forcing my hips to move a whole lot faster, power fucking her good and proper.
Her tight, wet heat hadn't changed a bit since having a kid. Shit, she was tighter than most of the whores I'd been fucking for three years. I'd used condoms a plenty with those bitches, too, but never with this woman.
I never fuckin' would.
“Say it again,” I growled, slapping my hand across her little ass. Caused her body to seize up, her face flying forward, only to be caught by her hair in my fist, all the better to slam her back on my cock.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Joker. Jackson. Baby. God, yes!”
“Yeah, Summertime. Fuck, yeah.”
Damn if I didn't mean it. She could've called me the King of England just then, and I still would've fucked her faster.
My fist tightened, pulling on those locks, pushing her against the table. My thrusts drove deeper, harder, pushing into her, straight to that belly I'd poured my seed into and knocked the fuck up years ago.
Couldn't stop my jaw from clenching like a motherfucker when I thought about it. Having a kid was the last thing I should've wanted.