comfortable in the tiger’s den...what did she expect, a snuggle?
Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh, hi,” she said. “I passed out for a second.”
“I’m glad you knew where to go.”
Ash’s eyes went wide with what I thought was nervous excitement. I dropped to the bed. My hands grabbed her ankles, pinning them to the mattress. She slid back. I pushed onward to meet her lips.
“No, Red.”
No?
Could I be wrong? Could she be even crazier than I thought? Why would she show up in a Bastard’s bed if she wasn’t expecting a long, hard pounding?
That beauty turned her lips away from me.
And I became the beast once again.
I snarled and broke away.
“What?” Her cheek remained turned to the side. She still didn’t move her ass out of my spot.
I wanted to remind her who I was. I wanted to give her a vicious fuck, jackhammer her with my cock and get all that teenage rebelliousness out of her. I was over that type of shit. I wanted an old lady. I wanted a woman I could respect and make a home with.
“I’m sorry. Roxy told me I could sleep here. I can go sleep somewhere else.”
“I don’t understand you,” I said, letting my muscles flare with my mind. I wanted to go out for a ride, a fast ride, and let it all blow off so I wouldn’t explode and say something stupid. That wasn’t an option now.
Before she could respond, I got the hint, she didn’t want to fuck me. She was over me. I was being turned down by that beauty. For some strange reason, it stung. I wouldn’t have cared if it was someone else, but since I thought we shared something back there on Devil’s Peak, it actually hurt.
“You must be fuckin’ out of your mind. What are you doing in my bed if you don’t want to fuck me? Do you think you’re special? Think you can come around here just because you’ve got a pretty, wholesome face and get special treatment? You’ve got a lot to learn, babe, if you’re still here tomorrow.”
“I won’t be here tomorrow,” she said as she stared me down.
Christ, even with her spitting venom back, she looked beautiful. It was the way the moonlight streamed in through the windows, lighting her angelic face.
“Don’t play games with me, Ash. Keep my room for the night. I’ll have someone drive you home in the morning.”
Her lips quivered. Yet, she said nothing. I wasn’t going to stand around like a fool and wait for it. She was bad news and I was over it.
Disappointed, overwhelmed with rage, I threw open the door, slammed it, then went to find a spare bed. Once I put my head down in one of the guest rooms, I knew I made a difficult decision, but the right one. It was no trouble falling asleep.
----
Ash
I wasn’t done crying.
Whimpering into Red’s pillow, when I smothered it with tears, his distinct musk permeated my senses. I had to throw it against the wall and sleep solely on the mattress.
Eventually I stilled my racing thoughts and passed out. The next morning, I woke alarmed that I had slept late in Red’s bed.
Dehydrated, groggy, with a heavy head, I crawled out and waded my way downstairs, unsure of how to leave. True to his word, Red arranged a ride for me in the morning. He was nice enough for that much.
His younger brother, Jackal, short, slick hair with a wicked grin, waited for me on his bike. They both had strong, firm jaws, the same streaked auburn hair, and the same defined noses, but other than that, they bore little in common. His brother was much more energetic, always smiling, and he wasn’t as bulky, built more like an assassin than a tank.
“Hop on, I’ll take you back.” He tipped his head to me good morning.
I squinted at the early morning sun burning my eyeballs. I tossed an arm to shield myself as I slowly headed for the back of the bike.
“This isn’t like my brother at all. You must’ve really pissed him off.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
Jackal shrugged. “He’ll get over it,” he said, trying to be nice, but it was an empty gesture. He
Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh, hi,” she said. “I passed out for a second.”
“I’m glad you knew where to go.”
Ash’s eyes went wide with what I thought was nervous excitement. I dropped to the bed. My hands grabbed her ankles, pinning them to the mattress. She slid back. I pushed onward to meet her lips.
“No, Red.”
No?
Could I be wrong? Could she be even crazier than I thought? Why would she show up in a Bastard’s bed if she wasn’t expecting a long, hard pounding?
That beauty turned her lips away from me.
And I became the beast once again.
I snarled and broke away.
“What?” Her cheek remained turned to the side. She still didn’t move her ass out of my spot.
I wanted to remind her who I was. I wanted to give her a vicious fuck, jackhammer her with my cock and get all that teenage rebelliousness out of her. I was over that type of shit. I wanted an old lady. I wanted a woman I could respect and make a home with.
“I’m sorry. Roxy told me I could sleep here. I can go sleep somewhere else.”
“I don’t understand you,” I said, letting my muscles flare with my mind. I wanted to go out for a ride, a fast ride, and let it all blow off so I wouldn’t explode and say something stupid. That wasn’t an option now.
Before she could respond, I got the hint, she didn’t want to fuck me. She was over me. I was being turned down by that beauty. For some strange reason, it stung. I wouldn’t have cared if it was someone else, but since I thought we shared something back there on Devil’s Peak, it actually hurt.
“You must be fuckin’ out of your mind. What are you doing in my bed if you don’t want to fuck me? Do you think you’re special? Think you can come around here just because you’ve got a pretty, wholesome face and get special treatment? You’ve got a lot to learn, babe, if you’re still here tomorrow.”
“I won’t be here tomorrow,” she said as she stared me down.
Christ, even with her spitting venom back, she looked beautiful. It was the way the moonlight streamed in through the windows, lighting her angelic face.
“Don’t play games with me, Ash. Keep my room for the night. I’ll have someone drive you home in the morning.”
Her lips quivered. Yet, she said nothing. I wasn’t going to stand around like a fool and wait for it. She was bad news and I was over it.
Disappointed, overwhelmed with rage, I threw open the door, slammed it, then went to find a spare bed. Once I put my head down in one of the guest rooms, I knew I made a difficult decision, but the right one. It was no trouble falling asleep.
----
Ash
I wasn’t done crying.
Whimpering into Red’s pillow, when I smothered it with tears, his distinct musk permeated my senses. I had to throw it against the wall and sleep solely on the mattress.
Eventually I stilled my racing thoughts and passed out. The next morning, I woke alarmed that I had slept late in Red’s bed.
Dehydrated, groggy, with a heavy head, I crawled out and waded my way downstairs, unsure of how to leave. True to his word, Red arranged a ride for me in the morning. He was nice enough for that much.
His younger brother, Jackal, short, slick hair with a wicked grin, waited for me on his bike. They both had strong, firm jaws, the same streaked auburn hair, and the same defined noses, but other than that, they bore little in common. His brother was much more energetic, always smiling, and he wasn’t as bulky, built more like an assassin than a tank.
“Hop on, I’ll take you back.” He tipped his head to me good morning.
I squinted at the early morning sun burning my eyeballs. I tossed an arm to shield myself as I slowly headed for the back of the bike.
“This isn’t like my brother at all. You must’ve really pissed him off.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
Jackal shrugged. “He’ll get over it,” he said, trying to be nice, but it was an empty gesture. He
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