Page 13 of Crucified By the Dark
He loved her short hair, and the breeze made it stand on end. She looked rough and sexy and like she was just fucked hard. Most guys loved long hair, something they could wrap around in their hand, but not him, at least not with her. He wanted to grab handfuls and pull her head back while he devoured her mouth until she gasped for air. She had no idea just how fucking sexy she was.
He shifted with the sexual thoughts that went straight into his jeans and made things a lot more uncomfortable.
“I don’t understand. I thought Judd would be the one to take over,” he said.
She reached for the bottle and stared at the label before leaning forward and heaving it. The bottle spun end over end until it splashed into the water.
“Morry, what’s going on? Has something happened that you’re not telling me?” He licked his lips, not wanting to ask the next question. “Like are you thinking of retirement soon? Is there something medical going on?”
He was starting to worry that it was something serious. Morry was always so private that it was hard to know, but the fear in his gut was real. It made his heart pound harder, and not for a good reason.
“No, it’s nothing like that. I always have to plan for the what ifs and Judd’s not a good choice. He’s great muscle and keeps the others in line like a giant pitbull, but to lead?” She shook her head. “No, he doesn’t have the right balance of grit and compassion that’s needed. He’s more interested in…” She waved her hand around. “Everything else that’s not work-related, including showing off how big his cock is.” She looked over and lifted a brow. “I mean that figuratively.”
He snorted as he laughed. There was no truer statement. Morry’s hand was on the grass, and he grabbed it off the ground. As he suspected, she tried to pull it away, but he held firm.
“Stop it, Morry, and tell me what is going on.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She stood in a rush, jerking her hand away.
He watched as she paced, her boots thudding with each stride. Pushing himself to his feet, he tried to determine what she meant.
“What exactly am I doing to you? I haven’t done anything except be a great fucking member and….” He was at a loss for the right word. Friend seemed too blasé for what he felt, but they weren’t anything more. It left him floundering.
Morry turned and came right at him. He took a step back as her dark glare found his. She gave him a hard shove in the chest, and he stepped back, his body hitting the Hummer.
“You make me feel shit. You fucker. I don’t want to feel anything for anyone, and here you are trying to make me feel….” She moved her hands erratically in front of her chest. “Shit. I’m all up in feels I don’t want any of it, and you just won’t stop pushing,” she growled.
She was as angry as he’d ever seen her. His pulse spiked. It was the first admission he’d ever gotten from her that she might see him as more than the fucked-up loser who landed on her doorstep. She also just admitted that everything he’d been doing she had noticed and he felt like he’d just won the fucking Powerball. He didn’t even think about what he was doing. Jeremy snatched the front of her leather jacket and turned Morry around, so her back was against the Hummer.
“Get off me,” she snarled but didn’t push him away. If she wanted him to back off, she could kick his ass.
“Stop fighting what’s happening between us.” He slid his hands along her arms until he gripped her wrists and put them above her head. Morry’s chest heaved, and he looked down at the tiny piece of leather she was wearing for a top and groaned. Fuck, he wanted to rip that off her.
“Don’t say that. There’s nothing happening between us,” Morry said, eyes snapping with anger.
He pressed his body into hers, and his hands gripped Morry’s above her head a little tighter. “Yes, there is,” he growled into her ear and felt Morry’s body shudder against his. “Fuck, I want you,” he said. “I want to fuck you until you can only scream my name because I’m the only one you think about.”
He didn’t hold back as he did what he’d been fantasizing about and attacked her mouth. She tasted like tequila, the smooth bite of it mixing with her sweet flavor. Nothing had ever tasted or felt so fucking good.
Releasing her hands, he grabbed Morry’s face and pressed her harder into the vehicle. He wanted to growl when she moaned into his mouth. Her hands gripped his waist and kept him in place rather than pushing him away. Oh fuck, he was going to take her to the ground and didn’t care who saw them. He was so hard he ached behind the fly of his jeans. Jeremy lost count of how many times he’d fantasized about this. Now all he could think about was what she would feel like when he buried himself inside her.
Their tongues battled as he tasted every inch of her mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip and stared into her eyes which were as beautiful and stormy as her personality.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me,” he asked and leaned in to nip the side of her neck.
Her pulse was pounding as fast as his own, and he never wanted this moment to end. There was a sense of urgency coursing through his body, like this needed to happen before she changed her mind.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” Judd said.
Son of a fucking bitch.
And just like that, the bubble they were in burst. Jeremy didn’t release Morry but glared at Judd as the thought of leaping for him crossed his mind. He’d never been this livid in his life.
“What the fuck do you want?” he snarled at Judd, and the guy’s eyes widened with the tone.
“Okay, knock it off, both of you,” Morry said and gave him a bit of a push on his waist.
It took everything in him to step away and not just keep her trapped for as long as he could before she decked him.
