“Could I get a red wine?” Gina smiled as I walked over.
“All I have is the cheap shit.” I picked up a bottle and started pouring. “Although I’m not sure we serve your kind here anymore.”
“Angelina said the meeting didn’t go well.” I saw a pained expression on Gina’s face. “I should have come and told you myself.”
“It wouldn’t have done any good. I would have told you to hit the bricks just like I told her to do.” I scoffed and shook my head. “If you want a drink, I’ll open a tab, but that’s all I have to offer you.”
“Can we please talk?” She took the glass of wine and lifted it to her lips. “It’s—good.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I leaned against the bar. “Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk.”
I was prepared to tear Gina apart with my words the next time I saw her, but the instant her eyes met mine, the angry beast lost its rage. Seeing her made the memory of the kiss we shared even stronger. I felt entranced like I was the first time I laid eyes on her. I asked Amy to watch the bar and decided to go outside with Gina. If I suddenly felt the urge to yell, I preferred not to do it in front of my customers—not that they were really strangers to a little bottled verbal aggression. I walked outside with Gina and we were silent for a few seconds before she finally stopped and turned to me.
“I know this situation sounds crazy, and I felt the same way when I found out about it. Hell, I thought my best friend was out of her mind when she told me that she was involved with more than one guy.” Gina reached out and tried to take my hand, but I pulled it away.
“Whatever this is—some kind of fetish or game you like to play with Angelina—I want no part of it. I’m no saint, but I could never share someone that I cared about with another man. I need to know they feel the same way about me that I feel about them.” I shook my head back and forth.
“I felt a connection with you when we kissed, and it was the first time I had ever felt that with someone.” Gina looked up at me with her emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I know you felt it too.”
“I did.” I nodded and shrugged. “Apparently what I felt was stronger than what you felt, though, because I didn’t immediately run off and bang some other chick.”
“I felt that same connection with them.” She tried to take my hand again, and I decided it wasn’t worth pulling away.
“Then it obviously didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.” I shrugged again. “It’s fine. At least you didn’t make me fall in love with you before you brought the hammer down.”
“I’m not giving up without a fight.” Gina grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her.
All it took was the feeling of her lips against mine for that same fire to erupt in my soul. I wanted to push her away—I wanted to leave her standing on the sidewalk—but I just couldn’t. The feeling inside me was too strong, and despite all of my best attempts, I was fucking captivated by Gina. I wrapped my arms around her and the passion that surged between our lips erupted. I wanted her just as bad as I did after our first date. By the time our lips parted, my head was spinning and I wanted more. I pulled her close again and started kissing her with even more ferocity. There was still a lingering trace of rage, but it was the kind of boiling anger that fueled desire. I was going to fuck her and I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was going to work out every bit of my aggression on her—one thrust at a time.
“Where do you live?” She pulled back and started to breathe hard.
“It’s not far. We can walk.” I took her hand in mine. “Or run, if you prefer.”
“Running sounds perfect.” She tightened her grip on my hand.
I might not be convinced that this is something that we can have forever, but tonight? She’s mine.
Chapter Fifteen
Gina
Kissing Joaquin confirmed everything I already knew. I was meant to be with him. He was as much a part of my journey as Erik and Olsen. I just had to find a way to convince him that it wasn’t some strange game where he was going to end up hurt in the end. I understood the turmoil inside him because I felt it too before I finally gave in. The instant our lips touched, I noticed a shift in his demeanor. He felt it too. The passion of our first kiss wasn’t just reignited, it was like dynamite. I wanted him so bad that my body was aching when our lips separated. We ran to his house, and as soon as the door was closed, he pushed me against the wall for another kiss. There was a primal ferocity inside him, and I needed it to be unleashed.
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bsp; “The way you make me feel is fucking criminal.” His lips pressed against my neck and worked their way up to my ears.
“Don’t think about anything but us right now.” I threw my head back and gasped. “We can figure out the rest later.”
“All I’m trying to figure out is which piece of furniture I’m going to throw you on so I can fuck the hell out of you.” Joaquin’s hands squeezed my hips and wrapped around my ass.
Joaquin’s lips continued to tease my neck and ears while his hands explored my body. I pulled on his t-shirt and shoved my hands underneath it. He had a chiseled physique and when his t-shirt came off, I saw that his chest was covered in beautiful ink. He pushed me against the wall and started pulling on my dress. He wasn’t gentle at all. I heard threads in the fabric snap as he pulled it off me without even reaching for the zipper. It was an expensive dress, but I didn’t care. His ferocity was turning me on, and when my dress hit the floor, I felt my pussy tingle. His fingers dug into my bra, his nails scraping against my skin, and he started to unfasten the hooks. I reached for the front of his jeans, pulling his belt apart so I could work on the button.
Joaquin groaned when my hand rubbed his cock through the denim, and then he wrapped his hands around my ass again. With one quick shift in his weight, he lifted me off the ground and started walking towards the living room. He dropped me hard on the arm of a large recliner and grabbed my ankle. Before I knew what was happening, he slid his hand up my thigh and flipped me over and wrapped his hands around my panties. The fabric twisted in his hand and then I felt them being ripped off my waist. He gave me a stinging smack on my bare ass, and then his hand went between my thighs. I moaned when I felt his finger push into my wetness. He let his jeans fall to the floor and unrolled a condom on his cock before pulling his finger away and ramming his length inside me with one hard thrust.
“Oh god!” My head rolled back, but then I felt his hand on the back of my neck.
“Is this how you like to be fucked?” He let his hand tangle into my hair and then pulled it as he started to drive his dick into my pussy.