Playing Patience

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He leaned over me and put his hands on the dresser on either side of me, caging me in.
“I have no control over what you do. Just like you have no control over what I do,” I said as I pressed against him and tried to move him out of my way.
He didn’t budge.
“I can’t stand seeing you with them.” The muscles in his jaw popped as he gritted his teeth. “It makes me feel like my skin is on fire.”
“I know the feeling.”
I pulled my eyes away from his and disregarded him. I acted as if I were annoyed and bored, but really, every time he pressed his body into mine I wanted to throw him on Finn’s bed and attack him.
“You’re mine,” he said with so much force that my eyes darted back to his and I looked him up and down like I was about to fight him.
“Excuse me? I belong to no one. Let me go.” I pushed again at his chest, but he was like a brick wall.
I really did want to be away from him after that. How dare he throw a claim on me while he was busy screwing anything with a wet hole? Oh hell no! That wasn’t happening.
“No,” he snapped. His eyes dug into me. “Quit flirting with those guys. You’re making promises with your eyes that you can’t keep.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically to myself.
“They’ll live.” I turned my face away and looked to the side of me when I felt his hot breath warm my cheek. He was so close his breath shifted my hair.
“You look so fucking hot tonight,” he said.
He reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear and I pulled my head away from his hand.
“Do I?”
“Hell yeah, you do.”
The side of his mouth lifted and his eyes moved down my body and back up.
“I’m getting hard just looking at you.” He pressed his hips into me and my insides tightened.
“Then I guess you better find your redhead.”
Being a smartass felt good. No wonder he was an asshole all the time.
“Maybe I should.” He lifted a sarcastic brow.
And just like that, I went from being a smartass to being pissed off. I pushed at his chest hard with my palms. When he didn’t budge, I kept pushing.
“You’re such an asshole.” I was heated and my breath was coming out in hard, pissed-off puffs.
“Well, you’re being a bitch right now so I guess that makes us even,” he snapped.
Out of nowhere I reared my hand back and slapped him across the face. It felt good to let my anger out. Had I known it would feel that good to hit someone, I would’ve gone around beating the crap out of everyone.
His nostrils flared as he glared down at me. A tiny red handprint began to form on his cheek. Maybe I’d gone too far this time. Maybe Zeke wasn’t against hitting a girl and he’d hit me back. Instead, he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me into a rough kiss.
At first, I was shocked, but in seconds I forgot what we were doing and I started kissing him back. The dresser shifted and bottles clinked as he pushed me harder up against it. I pushed back against him.
A tiny growl escaped his throat and he grabbed under my ass and lifted me onto Finn’s dresser. The back of the mirror slammed into the wall behind it. He pushed my skirt up, gapped my legs more, and pushed himself against me.
I broke the kiss and a growl escaped my lips. I pulled him against me as he went to work on the side of my neck. He bit softly at my collar bone and then dropped a kiss in the same spot. It drove me crazy.
I pushed my hands up the back of his shirt and dug my nails into his back. He made a loud hissing noise.
“Yes, that’s so fucking hot.”
Things were spiraling out of control. He shoved his hands up my skirt and pushed it up until it was around my waist. I leaned back onto the dresser and thrust my hips at him.
“I know what you want, baby,” he said roughly as he pulled my top over my head.
He leaned over me and started to suck on the top of my cleavage. It was rough and raw and I should’ve been appalled, but I liked it.
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. Digging my fingers in his hair, I tugged a little when I felt him rip my bra down. He covered my nipple with his mouth and my body went into overdrive. I was overly sensitive and any time he pressed his hips against mine or bit down softly on my nipple, a noise I’d never made before came from my lips and I dug my nails into his skin.
The spot between my legs ached and the only time I could make the ache feel better was when I thrust my hips toward him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it over and over again until he stuck a finger in the side of my panties and ran it up and down the inside of me.