“Andrew!” Lila admonished him.

Every muscle tensed, and I shifted to stand. I couldn’t fucking stand the guy, and I was more than ready to lay him out. “What did you say?”

Andrew’s body shifted as well, both of us ready to beat the shit out of one another. “You heard me. You’re bad news, I can tell.”

Bad news?

My lip curled up. “What the hell do you know about me? Nothing. So shut the fuck up.”

Andrew stood. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. Stay the fuck away.”

“What way do I ‘look’ at her?” I asked as I stood.

“Like she’s another notch to add to your bedpost.”

I stepped forward, but was stopped. Lila’s hand pressed against my chest, a burning point that seared me. Her small frame was no match for the two of us, and I hated that she tried.

“All right, boys, back up.”

Andrew backed off like a good little puppy, but I refused to let it go. I wasn’t going to be blasted by a shit like him.

“I have to go to the bathroom. Do you think you two can be civilized?”

No.

“Don’t worry,” I said as I downed the rest of my beer. “I’m on my way out.”

I had to get out before I hurt my hand on his face.

I pulled out my wallet and threw forty bucks onto the counter, then walked away. The noise and the crowd had picked up, and I looked back to find their attention solely on each other with Lila clearly not happy. Dangerous ideas formed, and instead of leaving, I changed course from the front door to the side and the hall the led to the restrooms.

I was going to prove to him that he wasn’t wanted or needed. And I was going to punish her for ever having him inside her. I didn’t fucking care that it had been years. I didn’t like it.

There was an alcove for the fire door, and I hid there until she approached the door and I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. She was lost in a haze of confusion of the situation, but by her submission, she knew my touch.

I had her lips against mine and climbing onto the sink in seconds, legs wrapped around my waist, hands gripped to my shoulders, and her fucking hot pussy against my dick. I sunk my teeth into her shoulder for mark number one.

“But you left,” she said between pants.

I released her skin and licked it lightly to soothe the reddening mark. “I couldn’t exactly follow you into the bathroom to fuck your brains out with your knight in shining armor watching, now could I?”

By the time I was done with her, he would fucking know she was taken.

Cover her with my come and mark her as mine.

CHAPTER 18

My anger grew with each step back to my condo. It should have been gone. I fucked Lila in the bathroom, gave her a new pet name of Honeybear, and came all over her face and chest. She was covered in come and I made sure to smear it all over her skin to dry. The smell of come wasn’t strong, but it was distinct.

It was the thought of her being there with him and not me. Talking with her, laughing with her. And I knew he was eye fucking her.

Would he try to make a move? Try to kiss her? Lila was pretty submissive—would she submit to his advances?

Fuck.

I almost turned around, returned to the bar so I could drag her out and the fuck away from him. Their familiarity, their history, drove me insane. There was an ease in their relationship that we neither had nor could have.

I hated him. Loathed him for returning to her life.

Three steps in the door, and my fist was in the drywall when it should have been against skin.

I hated him. Hated the fact that I hated some inconsequential guy all because he knew the woman I was fucking in more intimate ways than I ever could.

My knuckles throbbed, and I pulled my hand out. There was no broken skin, but one knuckle did appear to be swelling.

Great.

I froze at the sound of the doorbell. My parents were in Chicago for the weekend and Lila had a key. No one else knew where I lived.

One glance through the peephole, and I pulled open the door to a normally timid Lila who was lit up. Her eyes were wide, jaw set as she launched at me, pushing me back into the wall.

“You, sir, are a fucking bastard.”

She was angry, livid, and it was a fucking turn-on. The beast was ready to turn her around, press her against the wall, a fuck her.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

I smirked at her. The only reason she was back mere minutes after me was because…

“He noticed.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear as I pulled her closer. “Good.”

Her hands smacked against my chest. There was really no physical strength to her, and her anger amused me.

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

“You’re the one who said you were mine,” I said, throwing her own words back. “I was just making it known.”

She struggled and pushed away.

Well, fuck that.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You’re always trying to push me away, but I want you to think about it. I mean really think about me no longer being around…or better yet, me with another man, screaming out his name as his cock is buried in me. Tell me, what do you think now?”

Another man’s arms around her? His cock buried in her warm pussy, come dribbling out.

Hell fucking no! Mine! She’s fucking MINE!

I grabbed her wrist without even thinking. Impulse was my truth. The truth I didn’t want to face or admit.

My breath picked up as I looked down, a shake beginning deep in my core. I let go, but she grabbed my hand.

“Shh,” she soothed as she caressed my fingers with her thumb.

I drew in a stuttered breath. It was all too intense on an emotional level, too intimate. I didn’t want the feeling that clawed in my chest, didn’t want to want her so fucking much the idea of her being with someone else made me see red.

Her gaze flickered behind me. “Did you punch another hole in the wall?” she asked. “Were you angry that you let yourself go again and showed me the real you?”

I froze. Where the fuck was she going?

“Did you do that because you were pissed at taking me in a public restroom, or because you claimed me as yours?”

All of the energy drained from me.

“What does it matter?” I asked with a sigh.

“What does it matter?” she mimicked. “We’ve been going with the flow, and then all of a sudden… I don’t get you.”