Page 55 of Anger Bang
The realization had just enough time to hit his brain before he was moving again, striding toward her. He was moving quickly, but it wasn’t fast enough. The need to be near her, touching her, with her, was an overwhelming, primal, gut-level insistence that he couldn’t deny if he’d wanted.
As soon as he was within arm’s reach, his heart hammering in his chest as if he’d just run a sub-four-minute mile, the whole world faded away. The awful singing. The sound of the crickets. A coyote somewhere in the distance. There was just Thea and him. The air around them was thick with promises and possibility, and he’d never in his life felt more like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
Then, the sound of a branch snapping registered half a second after Kade brushed his thumb across her plump bottom lip, and the rest of the world came rushing back. He looked down the path, and his gut tightened.
Camera operators.
Production crew.
A guy holding a damn boom mic.
They were all coming out of the RV that acted as their command center and hadn’t noticed him and Thea yet. One of the camera guys took a hit off his vape while two crew members groaned and one told him to fuck off away from them.
“We gotta get the hell out of here,” Kade muttered, taking her hand and stepping into the shadows so they were somewhat hidden from view.
Thea nodded. “Preferably before they spot us.”
“What happened to the woman who was so concerned that first night with not meeting her contractual obligations not to sneak around to avoid the cameras?” he teased.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really want to have that conversation right here, right now, or do you want to go to your RV without us ending up on the live stream?” She freed her hand and gave him a flirty wink. “Race ya.”
She took off, running through the trees away from the crew. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t have to. Following Thea was just the right thing to do.
By the time he yanked open the door to his RV, they were both a little out of breath from how fast they’d sprinted. He barely got the door closed behind them before they both burst out in gasping laughs. The giant belly kind of laughs that barely made any noise because you couldn’t get enough air in. Usually, it was the kind of manic giggles that happened when something was just hysterically funny and unexpected. However, it also happened at those times when a person had been wrung out and there was nothing left to do but let it all fucking go. This was that time. The wedding. Her sister. His mother. The cameras that were always everywhere. All of it combined to make a real hell in a place that was just named one where everything was a nightmare.
Except for her.
Except for Thea.
In half a heartbeat, his laughter turned to lust. He had her up against the RV’s closed door. His hungry, desperate mouth was on hers, kissing her everywhere but her mouth, claiming her in a way that he hadn’t realized until that moment that he wanted to. No. Check that. He needed to. And judging by the way she was responding, her body demanding everything that he could give, he wasn’t the only one on the edge of something that couldn’t be controlled.
He flipped her around, putting her palms flat on the door, and then he lowered the zipper of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. The only thing she had on underneath was a pair of pale blue sheer panties that barely covered her perfect, round ass. They were temptation come to life, giving him just enough of a look to make him desperate for more.
“Take them off,” he practically growled out, “or I’m gonna rip them off you.”
She dropped her hands, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding them over her hips. They slid down her legs to her ankles, and she kicked them off before arching her back, presenting her ass to him.
He palmed her ass, caressing it and squeezing it enough that she let out an appreciative moan as she spread her legs. He slipped his hand between her thighs and plunged two fingers inside her, stroking her pussy just like he was going to fuck it—but not yet. He withdrew his hand to her grumbled complaints, grasped her hips, and turned her around so she faced him.
“What are we doing?” he asked, the words coming out before he had a chance to think better.
A flush spread up her cheeks, and her gaze dropped down to his hand spanning the width of her bare thigh. “Anger banging.”
“Bullshit,” he said, his tone harsher than he meant.
She watched him for a second, her eyes wary. “You’re saying there’s more?” she asked and leaned back against the door as if she wanted him to believe she didn’t think there was.
Too bad he knew better, and he was going to prove it.
“Fuck yeah.” He spread her legs wide and settled on his knees between them, a man ready to worship. The sight of her wet pussy so soft and swollen for him made his brain go blank for a second. He reached out as if in a trance, tracing the pad of his thumb around her clit so lightly that there was barely any contact. Still, her moan of yes-but-more made his dick ache. “We broke your rule about not making it personal.” He looked up at her face, taking in her parted lips, the dark desire in her eyes behind her cockeyed glasses. God, she was beautiful. “I know you.” He increased the pressure of his thumb, giving her almost as much as she wanted, drawing the anticipation out. “You know me. We don’t know everything about each other, but it’s enough for a start, for something more than just fucking to piss off your sister.” He stopped, his thumb hovering in the air above her clit. “We’re friends.”
“Yes,” she said, the word coming out like a plea.
“Are you just saying that because you want me to touch you?” Using his thumb and pointer finger, he spread her lips wide, stretching her, completely exposing her swollen, needy clit to the cool air conditioning. “Because you know I will. If you want it, I’ll do it—lick you, fuck you, make you come on my hand, my thigh, my cock that’s so hard it fucking hurts.”
He dipped his head between her thighs, pausing just long enough to inhale her scent, and then he lapped at her clit. He licked it, sucked it, and kissed it, lavishing all of his attention on that one sensitive spot. Her head fell back against the door with a metallic thunk, and when he moved his head to glance up and make sure she was okay, she sank her fingers into his hair and held him in place.
That was fine with him. Being between her legs was pretty much the best place in the whole world to him. He slipped a finger inside her slick entrance, and then another, finger-fucking her as his mouth stayed busy with her clit. She clenched around him, and he curled his fingers inside her, rubbing and circling as her thighs started to shake on either side of his face.
