This is War (Checkmate Duet 1)

I intentionally make some noise to grab his attention. Before I can brace myself, he’s in front of me in only the pair of jeans he was wearing yesterday, hunger in his eyes, his hands balled into fists.

We stand, facing one another, our eyes locked, neither of us moving. The only sound is our breathing, and before I can read him, he charges at me.

CHAPTER NINE

TRAVIS

This is the third time in three days Viola has cock-blocked me. I’ve never been so riled up in my life and I’ve had it with this stupid game she’s playing. She wants a war, she’s about to get one.

“I swear, Viola.” I squeeze her hips and push her back up against the wall. “If I need to fuck you so it’s out of our systems, then I will.” I fist her hair, tilting her head back so she looks at me. “Is that what you need, princess? Feeling left out?”

“You’re an arrogant asshole,” she spits out, but doesn’t deny it. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole.” The lines in her face are tense, and I know she’s just as riled up as I am.

“Oh, really?” I bring a hand up to her neck and slide it down in between her breasts. “Then tell me something. Why are your nipples hard as fucking pebbles right now?”

I watch her throat move as she swallows hard. “It’s cold in here.”

I laugh in her face. “Are you telling me if I pulled your panties down right now they wouldn’t be drenched?”

Her lips twitch.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Why do you care anyway? You can’t wait two weeks until I’m gone for you to bring home your stream of girls? Are you really that needy that you need a girl in your bed every night?” she challenges, my hand sliding down her waist and pressing our bodies together. The way she shivers gives her away. She wants it as bad as I need it.

“Liking to fuck doesn’t make me needy,” I say matter-of-factly. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you V?” I taunt, knowing it’ll drive her absolutely insane.

“Fine,” she says, confident and eager. “You want to find out?” she challenges, bringing her hands to the top of her waistline, putting her thumbs inside and dragging her leggings down her legs. I still, watching, as she strips them off right in front of me, practically daring me to go through with it.

She kicks them off and moves to remove her panties next. I feel my cock twitch, knowing it’s well aware of Viola Fisher stripping right in front of me.

“What next, King? Do you prefer bra on or off?”

My jaw ticks, unable to respond.

“Off?” she answers for me, amusement in her tone. “Okay, then.” She pulls her tank up over her head and throws it down on the growing pile on the floor. She wraps her arms around her back, fidgeting to unhook her bra. Seconds later, she slides it down her arms and I watch out of the corner of my eye as it drops to the floor.

“I’m ready,” she announces, as if she’s some kind of prize to collect. Viola Fisher is much more than a fucking trophy. “Do your King magic or whatever it is you do to make women fall to their knees.”

My blood is boiling, and I’m fucking irate. My entire body is tense; half of my brain is dying to bend her ass over the counter and give her what she’s begging for, while the other half is trying to rationalize how to walk away from her.

Finally, I make my choice.

I begin removing my jeans, my eyes watching every calculated move she makes, waiting to see if she breaks. She watches intently as I kick them off, now standing inches from her completely naked. Completely hard.

She blinks, her eyes roaming down to my impressive length. It’s been fucking hard since the night she arrived.

“Well?” She arches a brow. “I’m waiting for your smooth moves.”

I grit my teeth, stepping toward her, and close the gap between us until the crown of my cock presses against the softness of her skin. Placing a palm on the wall behind her, I lean in as I grip her waist with my other hand. “I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth. You either show me what else it can do or I’ll shut it up myself.”

“No, thank you. I prefer to avoid herpes and considering you were just fucking another chick less than ten minutes ago…”

I cut her off before she can say anymore. “I wasn’t fucking her.”

“I was right next door. I heard.”

“You heard a lot of moaning,” I explain. “That’s what usually happens when a girl sucks me off. It’s enjoyable for both parties.”

“God, you’re so vile,” she hisses.

“You want to see just how vile I can get?” I press the tip of my finger in between her lips. “Suck, princess. I need to see what I’m working with.”