Page 63 of Outlaw Xmas
She stopped struggling and looked at him. “What did you expect?”
“For you to act like a goddamn adult and talk about what the fuck’s bothering you. We’re together. This is our life, and if you’re pissed at me, you need to talk to me about it, not run home to your mom and dad like you’re a damn child. And you take my kids away from me? That fuckin’ shit doesn’t ever happen again.”
“You cheated on me. How could you?” Her voice quivered and she looked down.
“Who told you that? That’s right Doris, the club gossip, called you early Sunday morning to give you the fuckin’ news.”
“How could you do that to me… to us?”
“I didn’t do shit.”
“Ha! You’re telling meyou’rethe victim?”
They were standing so close he could feel the anger emanating from her. Her face was flushed, her eyes glimmered, and her nipples were hardening under her tight T-shirt.
“I’m telling you it was a setup. And if Doris would keep her goddamn mouth shut long enough to think with her brain, she would’ve known that. I was fuckin’ wasted, went to my room and forgot to lock the door. One of the club whores concocted this shit, and when I found out, I threw her ass out.”
“You didn’t do anything with her? Not even touching?” Her bottom lip trembled slightly, and he wanted to slip it into his mouth and suck it gently.
“Nothing. When I woke up, I was shocked she was there, and then I got pissed.”
For a long while, she was silent, but then she whispered, “You should’ve still called me and told me you weren’t coming home. I was so worried.”
“I fucked up. I own it. But you fucked up too by running away instead of hashing it out with me.”
She lifted her chin and looked him right in the eyes. “Honestly, I couldn’t stomach being in the same house with you.”
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. We’re a family and we deal with shit together. And you didn’t even return my calls or texts. If your dad hadn’t called me and told me you and the kids were at his house, I wouldn’t have known where you were.”
“Doesn’t feel so good, does it? You didn’t bother to answer my calls or texts either, and you didn’t have the courtesy to tell me you were crashing at the clubhouse. It’s okay for you to do that, but you don’t like it when I do the same thing to you.”
“I didn’t come home for one night, and I came over the next morning ready to eat crow. You ran off for two days with my kids for fuckin’ spite.”
“I couldn’t stand to see you. I was hurting and so angry.”
“You could’ve left for a while to cool down and left the kids with me.” They stood staring at each other, her body stiff, his neck aching. He leaned back on his boots. “How do you feel about seeing me now?”
She shrugged while glaring at him.
“You know something? Your skin glows when you’re angry.”
She placed two hands on his chest and pushed him away. Grinding his teeth, he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her firmly to him. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back and crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed back, biting his bottom lip hard and drawing blood. The taste of metal in his mouth was like a hot poker to his cock. Her nails clawed at his back and he slammed her against the wall, their kisses wild, erratic, and desperate.
Yanking at the hem of his shirt, she pushed it up and scratched his chest hard, drawing blood. He tugged her T-shirt up and pulled down her bra, grabbing her tits and twisting her nipples. She moaned in pain, but he felt her shiver beneath his touch. With one hand he unzipped his jeans, and her hot fingers curled around his cock. He roughly shoved up her skirt, then ripped off her panties and whirled her around so she faced the wall, bent at the waist, legs spread open. Craning her neck, she caught his gaze, and the intensity of desire brimming in hers made him wild with lust. With one fast movement, his hands smacked down on her sweet, rounded ass, and she groaned and squirmed under the attack. Burying his fingers between her swollen folds, satisfaction coursed through him when her juices covered them. She was dripping wet. Fire roared through his veins.
Primal desire overwhelmed and consumed him, and he slammed into her balls-deep. Cara cried out and then pushed back against him as if her pussy craved his dick to go even deeper. He pummeled into her, loving the way her heat pulsed on his cock, her juices covering him and dripping down his inner thighs. The sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of his balls with each thrust filled the room, and sweat misted over their bodies.
“How the fuck could you even think I’d cheat on you?” he rasped as he pounded into her. “You’re my everything.”
“How the fuck could you not call me or return my texts?” she answered between pants. “I felt ignored and that hurt a lot. You treated me cruelly.”
“I was so pissed at you. I might have let my anger take over my actions.” Another hard, long thrust.
“Mighthave?” Her tits swayed with the force of his pounding, and he molded his hand around one of them, loving the weight of it.
“Fuck, babe. I’m gonna explode.” He trailed his finger down to her engorged nub and flicked it as the back of his legs stiffened.
“Oh, Hawk.” Her legs trembled against him and he knew she’d soon shatter into a million pieces.
