Page 47 of Anger Bang
And he didn’t stop until he was back where they’d held sunrise yoga the other day. Today it was cordoned off for some bridesmaid activity that Thea was supposed to be at. Instead, the place was empty except for some abandoned dolls and a skeleton production crew. He ducked back behind a tree before they spotted him.
He’dknownthere’d be a camera crew here—exactly what he was trying to avoid. So why was he here?
“You look like you’re about to go find a buffalo to fight,” said a familiar voice from behind him.
Yeah. That’s right. Thea.
He hadn’t planned it. Didn’t mean to be here. Still, his feet had taken him right where he wanted to be—with her. Fuck. There was no way that was a good thing.
“That option seems as good as any other,” he grumbled as he turned around, more than a little annoyed at himself for even subconsciously wanting what he shouldn’t.
She was holding a doll and wearing a ridiculous T-shirt with an illustration of a doll on it that hung loose on her and had him thinking about way too many tempting fantasies focusing on how easy it would be to slip his hands underneath. Her hair was back in her usual ponytail, and he flexed his fingers in an effort to distract himself from the idea of just how good it would feel to wrap the silky strands around his fist. Then there was her smile, as bright as the perfect spring morning that made him feel all soft and warm inside.
All of those things individually were more temptation than a man like him was built to withstand. Together? It just pissed him off, because there was no denying the fact that walking away from Thea Pope at the end of this wedding nightmare was going to suck.
“You know, in therapy, I’m learning how to be mindful and weigh my options,” she said, walking over so that she was next to him, her light, summery scent wrapping around him like the softest of bindings. “Maybe it’s something you should consider—playing with something more enjoyable than a two-thousand-pound animal with horns and a bad attitude.”
He gave her doll a pointed look. “You’re not talking about playing with that, are you?”
She shook her head, a blush eating its way up her cheeks as she obviously mentally egged herself on to say something. “No, but adult playtime does sound fun.”
With Thea? Fun wasn’t the word he’d pick. Mind-blowing? Maybe. Fan-fucking-tastic? Closer. Exactly what he needed, way more than he was used to? Yeah, that was about it. And if he only had a few days left with her, turning down her nervously offered suggestion wasn’t even an option.
He meant to tell her at least part of that, but all that came out was a desperate growl of a “fuck yes.”
After a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, he took Thea’s hand, and they headed down the path toward the RVs. He was already picturing exactly how he was going to make her come hard around his dick when they turned the corner and almost ran smack into Justine, the producer, who had her back to them. They skidded to a stop in the middle of the path and exchanged a fuck-no look. The producer started to turn. Kade didn’t think; he just moved.
He pulled Thea off the path and behind a small equipment shed barely big enough to hold a riding lawn mower and leaf blower. Thea’s eyes went wide as he pressed against her, pinning her to the door.
The last thing a smart man would do under these circumstances was take the opportunity to grind against her, surround himself by her soft curves and her sweet heat. It wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the place. There were fucking cameras or reality TV peopleeverywherethey looked. Good thing he’d never considered himself an overly smart man.
He pressed up close, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his every—very hard—edge. The shock in her eyes faded to a heady desire, and the tip of her pink tongue wet her bottom lip. Fuck. Those lips. Full and soft and just so damn tempting. He had plans for those lips. Lots of plans. However, it turned out so did she, because her hands went to the hem of his shirt, sneaking underneath and going right for the top button of his jeans.
“Impatient,” he said, keeping his voice low.
She unsnapped his jeans. “I know what I want.”
So did he, but he also had no intention of getting caught. He reached behind her and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it at the same time as he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling back when the door swung open behind her. In the next breath, he moved them both inside the shed and closed out the rest of the world with one well-placed kick.
“Babe,” was all he got out before she had his zipper open and her hands in his pants, wrapping her long fingers around his hard cock.
With his back against the door, he exhaled a harsh breath as she shoved his jeans and boxer briefs halfway down his thighs and freed his dick. She gripped him with just the right amount of pressure to make it impossible to keep his eyes open. It was too good, and if he looked at her as she stroked him he was going to come all over her hand. That was not going to happen—not until he was buried deep inside her and she was already coming down from her orgasm.
Thea, though, seemed to have other plans, because the next thing he felt was her tongue on the head of his cock as she licked the tip in long, slow swipes, following it with her soft lips before taking him in deep into her warm mouth. Christ. The back of his head thunked against the door. He didn’t feel it. The only thing he could pay attention to was the way Thea was working him, sucking and teasing and blowing his fucking mind along with his cock. The rest of the world disappeared from the face of the earth as wave after wave of too-damn-good slammed against him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
He managed to crack his eyes open and look down at her. It was a mistake. Whatever control he thought he had left snapped the second she looked up, her mouth full of him, and winked. Before he could come in the world’s most embarrassingly quick amount of time, he grabbed her ponytail and gently pulled her back.
The loss of her soft mouth was agony, but he was a man who knew his limits. “Fuck, Thea.”
She tightened her grip at the base, squeezing with just the right amount of I-decide-what-happens to put him right back on the edge of coming. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”
“Is that really want you want?” he asked, surprised he could get the words out, considering she’d gone back to stroking him with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. “For me to be good?”
Her glasses were tilted and her wet lips swollen when she replied, “Nah, I like it when you’re bad.”
She slipped the hold he had on her ponytail and stood up, daring him with her expression to react. Oh, she didn’t have to worry about that. She wanted more, and he was going to give her just that.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice hard and demanding. “Hold on to the shelves.”
