Her Men

“You don’t like me,” she said.

“So?”

“Why should I kiss someone who can’t stand me?”

“You’d be surprised what a lot of people can do with men or women they don’t like.” There she went again licking her lips, teasing him. Did she even realize what she was doing? Driving him crazy?

Making him want her.

He’d never known lust like this, but it wouldn’t stop.

He wanted her.

Then take her.

“Kiss me and I’ll let you pass.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll be waiting until you do.”

“Do you always get what you want?” she asked.

“Always. There’s no doubt.”

She gritted her teeth. Her hand went to his chest, holding herself for support, and she placed a peck on his cheek. “There, I kissed you. Can I go past now?”

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he held her still as he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing all protest from her as he kissed her hard. He didn’t stop either, wanting to completely drown in her.

She moaned. At first, she tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let up.

He traced his tongue across her lips until finally, she caved, letting out a gasp that allowed him access to her mouth.

All of a sudden, he didn’t think being married to her was going to be that bad.

Chapter Three

Abby’s lips still tingled a few hours later as she made her way down to have dinner. After James had finished kissing her, he’d stepped back without a word, and she’d made a run for it, not caring if he’d seen her ass while she did.

Why had he kissed her?

The short time they’d been in each other’s company, he’d shown nothing but contempt for her, so why would he kiss her now? Why would it even matter to him? It made no sense unless he got off on scaring her, on throwing her off balance. That made a lot more sense to her than anything else.

Stepping into the dining room, she came to a stop when she caught sight of James and Drake. They were talking and were quite close together. She stepped on a squeaky part of the floor, and they both turned to look at her.

James glared at her.

Drake smiled.

“It’s about time you arrived. You look stunning.”

She glanced down at the jeans and shirt she found in her closet waiting for her. “Thank you for the clothes,” she said. She hadn’t picked them out, and they certainly weren’t the ones she packed.

“It was my pleasure to shop for you,” Drake said. “I will go and get you some food.” He pulled out a chair. “Take a seat.”

He didn’t linger, and the seat he pulled out put her close to James. Did she want to sit that close to him?

“Stop thinking about it and just sit.” He snapped each word out, and she quickly lowered herself into the chair.

I can do this.

Just sit.

Eat.

Enjoy.

Easy-peasy.

Drake came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of food. He put one in front of James and the other in front of her.

“You’re not staying?” she asked, seeing there was no third place setting.

“No, this is for you both. Enjoy.” He was gone in the next second.

Out of the two men, she preferred Drake. He was nicer. Smiled more.

“He likes to cook, and he’s not too bad at it.”

“Is he, like, your butler and cook?” she asked.

“Drake is a little of everything. He likes to earn his keep, and he’s a damn good man to have around.”

“He seems nice.” She picked up her fork and started to try the steak and potatoes. Everything was excellent, but the nerves she felt wrapped her up so tight she couldn’t even think, let alone taste the food that was on her plate.

Round and round in her head, she played the kiss they shared, and none of it made any sense.

Why would he kiss her?

He didn’t even like her.

Silence fell between them, and every now and then, she’d glance in his direction and she found him staring at her more than once, which she found a little disconcerting.

“You’re thinking about that kiss,” he said.

Her cheeks heated.

“I’ve been wanting to feel those lips. You’re a good kisser.”

This brought her attention to him. She saw him chuckle.

“Have you kissed many men?” he asked.

“No.”

“Ah, so I was your first.”

“Are you trying to make me uncomfortable?” she asked, staring at him. “You know I’ve not been with … anyone.” That memory of being in the doctor’s office, of having her virginity declared, would stick with her for a long time, and it sucked.

“Your virginity, again, I ask why?” he asked.

“There’s no one.”

“Not even a single date.”

“Why are you so curious about this?”

“Abby, you’re a beautiful girl, and with the way you kissed me, I’d say you’re hungry to be fucked.” She couldn’t do anything but gasp and glare at him. “So, I’m wondering how the hell you’ve gone all this time without having a man see you and be tempted by that innocence that your parents treasure so much.”