Getting Rough by C.L. Parker

make sure nobody ever found out where I’d come from because I didn’t want anyone to pity me. I never took a handout, never asked for help, never depended on anyone to take care of me because I was determined to make my own way. And I was proud that I’d been able to do so. When it looked like you were making me your charity case, it was like you were tearing down everything
I’d
worked so hard for with one blow. I was pissed.”
    “So you flew three thousand miles to tell me off?” That smart mouth of hers had been the puppeteer to my cock since the first day I’d met her. The effect was magnified times infinity now that I’d had her, and even more so in that instant because I’d been left unsatisfied moments earlier. Christ, everything that made me a man ached to be inside her.
    “Yeah, I guess I did.” Hearing myself saying it out loud like that really made me sound like an idiot.
    “Wow.” She took my hand, toying with my fingers in a way that was sensual and maybe a little too intimate, but I liked it. “That’s dedication to the cause.”
    “I’m nothing if not dedicated.” It was the truth, though I don’t think either one of us was buying the excuse in this situation.
    We were both silent then. The entire journey here, I’d thought of how this confrontation of sorts was going to go, and this was not it. Yelling, name-calling, bulging forehead veins, accusations, lots of swearing, and maybe even flying objects had been the expectation. But here we were, close yet not close enough, voices even, heads cool, and tempers calm. I didn’t want to tear her limb from limb. I wanted those limbs wrapped around me while I moved inside her.
    “So do it.” Her fingers were now playing with the hair at the nape of my neck, making me even more insane. And hard.
    I closed my eyes. Just for a second to catch up with the conversation we were apparently still having. “Do what?”
    Cassidy leaned closer, whispering in my ear, “Tell me off.”
    Her breath on my neck, I could feel the tingly goosebumps rising to the surface to hijack my flesh. That tingling sensation traveled the nervous system superhighway to find a permanent residence inside my too-tight jeans, shacking up with my balls and cock as roommates. Goddammit, the woman was too close, too fuckable.
    Once again, I hadn’t realized I’d been positioning myself, positioning her. Cassidy’s back was pressed to yet another wall. Or was it a bookcase? Maybe it was the corner of a wall and bookcase. Either way, my hands on each side of her would make damn sure she wouldn’t escape, not that she was trying to. When Cassidy’s grip tightened on the front of my shirt and her soft lips brushed my neck, it dawned on me that maybe the whole setup hadn’t been me at all; it had been her.
    “I’d rather get you off,” I said, inhaling the soft scent of her hair. Jesus, the pulse of my cock was as thick as the anticipation in the air.
    Her teeth tugged at my earlobe in time with the tug of her fingers on my hair. “You did that already. Twice.”
    I grinned because yeah, she was obviously good to go again. “Third time’s a charm.”
    I pushed my knee between hers, forcing her legs to part so my confined cock could make contact with the warmth of her center. Fuck me, but I could feel her all the way through my fucking jeans. By some cosmic chance, we’d somehow found ourselves back in the same position as earlier. Maybe this time the universe would see fit to allow a happy ending for me.
    “We can’t. Not here.” Cassidy arched her back, rubbing herself on me. She didn’t mean a fucking word of what she’d said, and that was just fine by me.
    “Why? Are you afraid your boyfriend will catch us?”
    Her hands went to my ass, kneading me and pulling me closer. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
    “Someone should probably tell him that.”
    Before she could say anything more, I kissed her. I didn’t want to talk about Lobster Casey. I didn’t want to