Chapter 8

"Who's Mateo?" I ask peeking at Selene's phone.

"He's a friend. A guy I work with," she answers tapping at the virtual keyboard, answering his text.

My muscles twitch and tighten. I flex my fingers realizing my hands are balled up into fists. He's more than that. I feel it in the way my body responded to seeing his name, and then again to her answer. I need to understand how much more. "He's a guy you work with? Or is there more?" I run my hand down the side of her face hoping to God I have the same unnerving effect on her that she has on me. I cup her chin and turn her face so she's looking at me instead of her phone. "Tell me the truth. Are you fucking him?"

"Excuse me?" Her eyes narrow. I offended her. Too fucking bad.

"It's well after midnight and he expects you to be crawled up in bed. Alone. If not he wouldn't have sent you this message now. I can tell from the tone of his text he's not asking you to go watch him umpire his nephews baseball game tomorrow, he's expecting you there."

She meets my eyes with a determined glare and gives a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "I might go."

"Like hell."

"Where did you get the impression you have a say in what I do?"

I pull the phone out of her hand and toss it to the side on the bed. I need to remind her how much she likes being in my arms and my bed; that together we generate enough heat and electricity to keep the city warm and bright through the winter. If I don't, and instead let her get her bitch on, she'll get dressed and run away again. Run far and fast, and I'm not ready to hop right up and chase after her. Not yet. Not when I can tie her laces together to keep her from running. I want more time to reap the rewards of finally catching up and jogging in step beside her.

"Cooper!" she squeals as I pull her down pinning her arms on either side of her head. I drop my mouth to her neck and dot a line of feather light kisses from her ear, across her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, baby." I whisper between kisses. "You're right. I have no say in your life, but I want to change that."

I pull back to look in those beautiful blue orbs. I hope she can pick up on my sincerity. I mean it. I do want to change that. Even if it's just for the weekend. Or the week. Or even the month. I don't want her running off and leaving my bed to go meet up with some dick wad who wants to get in her pants. The thought of her kissing him, of this shit face touching her in a way that gets her hot and wet is driving me insane.

I don't know this fuck head Mateo, but I'd like to kick his ass for even having an interest in Selene. She's mine whether she knows it or not.

Whether I like it or not.

I want to protect and possess her. I know I'm sober, but deep down I hope this is an effect of the shots I downed earlier because everything I'm feeling is too strong, too deep, and I fucking hate it. I hate that my throat is constricting as I think of saying goodbye to Selene and letting Mat-fucking-teo have a chance with her.

"I want you to stay here tonight, and spend tomorrow with me," I say sliding my hand down her side and then back up to her tit. I give it a little squeeze, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the nub of her nipple, perking it up before I bring my mouth down and pull it between my teeth. "You're already here in my bed, and I have no intention of letting you leave it."

"Oh yeah? How do you expect to keep me here?" She challenges, her eyes bright with defiance. "What are you going to tie me to the bed?"

"Don't tempt me."

She has no idea how that thought has my blood pumping. My mouth moves up to her neck while my fingertips skim over her stomach, down her center, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. My fingers slide over the wetness gathering between her legs, and circle around her already hardened clit.

Selene's head falls back further, arcing her back. I alternate between circling, and thrumming my finger against it. Her eyes are closed and her mouth open.

I stare at those lips for a beat and wonder how warm and wet her tongue is right now and how amazing it would feel running up and down my insanely hard shaft. Her face, her body, the low whimper leaving her luscious lips, everything about her isn't just asking me to join her in this aroused state, it's all sending out an SOS, begging, pleading with me to fuck her until we both redefine ecstasy.

"You like this baby?"

"Yes," she moans.

I can't help myself, keeping my thumb on her center, I slip two fingers inside. I thrust them hard and deep into her. I think about slipping a third in as I move them in and out, but decide against it. They're only a place keeper for something better. And I want her to feel every bit of me when I enter her again.

"My body aches for you, Selene. My whole fucking body."

"Oh, Cooper."

She says my name, like it's a wish in a dream, and I think I'm going to cum straight away if she says it again. I know I have her. If I make this good for her, I can convince her to stay here with me and tell Mateo to fuck off.

"My dick throbs and twitches when I think of you. Did you know that?"

"No." The word slips from her swollen lips in a whisper.

"But you know what I mean? You feel it all just as strong as I do, don't you, baby?" I ask still pumping my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling and rubbing against her clit. I think I might cum just listening to the whimpers and moans leaving her heart shaped lips.

"My whole body tingles when I'm near you because your pussy is calling out to me. It has my cock on speed dial and it fucking screams out that it wants me, needs me inside you. You have the same pull on me that the moon has on the waves. It controls it. I'm your servant, slave to your every whim. And the only reward I have in all this is the ability to make you feel every touch as strong as I do."

Her fingers dig into my shoulders. She's holding on as if she's attempting not to get swept away. Her lower half grinds and rubs against my fingers. The look on her face paired with her movements make me want to get on my back and have her ride me.

"Come on, baby. Stay with me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Stay as long as you want. Let me take you out and treat you like a princess."

I bring my lips down on her open mouth. My tongue darts inside and brushes against hers, together they dance and twirl. My free hand tangles in her blonde curls, they're so soft, I want to feel them brush over my chest, against my face.

"And then let me bring you home and live out every fantasy you have, because there isn't one thing I won't do in this room to please you."

Her chest is heaving with each breath. Her moans are louder, and she's bucking against me, hard and fast. I know she's close. She's just about there. She just needs that final push over the threshold. My fingers slow. I've almost stopped completely. I'll finish the job, but only once she says yes. I know I'm playing dirty, but I don't care. I'll use whatever weakness I can exploit to keep her with me.

"Don't stop!"

I do stop. I stop completely, pull my fingers out of her, and rest my hand on the inside of her thigh keeping a separation between our bodies.

"Then say, yes."

"Please, Cooper." Her hands slide up her face, and tangle into her hair. I start to see a flaw in my plan, I have her so riled up, if I don't finish the job she just might.

"That doesn't sound like 'yes,'" I say pulling away and rolling onto my back.