Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

“Are you sure about that? Because I can tell you haven’t been fucking anyone else in six months.”

“What I do with my cock is none of your business.”

“Jasmine told me you turned her down.”

Why the hell was he talking to her? “How did that come up?”

“I came by the winery to talk to you but she said you took Pearl on a tour. And then she told me the whole story.”

That woman needed to get over it. “When she left I forgot about her. Any man would.”

“But no man would turn down an easy lay—with a woman who likes the whip.”

“Button satisfies me. That’s all.”

He shook his head, his lips pressed tightly together. “I don’t believe that. There’s something more. There has to be. I’ve never seen you with the same woman for more than a few months. And you’ve never invited one to live with you every second of the day.”

I was sick of being analyzed like a patient. “What does it matter? Just drop it, Cane.”

“It does matter.”

“Shut. Up.”

“If you’re in love with her I’ll look her in the eye and apologize—and mean it. I just wish you told me sooner.”

“Cane.” I held up my hand, needing him to shut his mouth right this second. “I don’t do that pussy shit, alright? I’m not capable of love or romance. I’m alone and I will die alone. You and I are exactly the same in that regard. There’s no room for a wife or kids.”

“Well, she obviously doesn’t agree with you.”

I lowered my hand, my gaze blackening.

“I can tell just by looking at her.”

“You can tell what?”

“Crow, she’s in love with you. She’s picturing you as her husband. She’s picturing giving birth to your babies. It’s obvious.”

“You’re wrong about that.” She even told me she never wanted to get married or have children. She didn’t trust anyone and never would. Cane was wrong more than he realized.

“I’ve survived this long because I know how to read people. You tell me one thing, but everything else you do contradicts it.”

“I’ve had enough of this conversation.” The smell of sex was giving me a headache and it was getting late. I left the couch and abandoned my glass on the counter. “Think what you want. I really don’t give a damn.”

“I can prove I’m right.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. His lingering words wormed into my brain and ignited my curiosity.

He interlocked his fingers together behind his head with a victorious smile on his face. “When the police came, did she leave with them?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Her ticket to freedom was right outside her door. But she didn’t go. She stayed, Crow. Why would a woman who’s been away from home for nine months stay? Why would a woman stay with a man who held her against her will? There’s only one answer—and we both know it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Pearl

“Stay.” I pushed him on the bed and straddled his hips. He wore his crisp suit and tie but I didn’t care about wrinkling it. My knees rested on either side of his hips, and I felt his hard cock form in his trousers.

His hands moved to my thighs while his gaze darkened. He just shaved that morning and his face was absent of any hair. The fine lines of his jaw were more prominent, and he looked even more handsome. “Button, I have work.”

“Then take me with you.” I pressed my hands into his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his collared shirt.

“You know I can’t. You need you to stay out of sight.” He propped himself up on his elbows, his cock still defined in his slacks.

“Then work from home.” He would be gone for eight hours. Eight hours was too long for us to be apart. I wanted his cock inside me around the clock. I wanted to have lunch with him in the dining room. My life would stop the moment he walked out of that door.

“I can’t do that either.”

I pouted my lips and grinded against his cock slowly.

He moaned quietly, his eyes becoming hooded. “All that’s going to happen is, I’m going to fuck you—and then leave.”

“It’s better than not being fucked at all.” I unzipped his trousers so his long cock could pop out.

He released another moan before he pulled my thong aside and inserted himself within me in one swift move. My pussy was wet for him like always, and when he understood just how aroused I was it gave him even more pleasure. He loved making me wet. And he loved getting wet himself. “Fuck.”

I gripped his shoulders as an anchor and arched my back, slowly riding his cock over and over. I intended to make this last as long as possible. If he were late enough, perhaps he wouldn’t go to work at all. “I love your cock...so big.”