more orgasms out of you while that rage is still burning hot. After all, you did tell me to bring my A game."
I shrieked a half-assed protest, but he shut me up with a slap to my bare ass. And not a playful one, either. A full-palmed, stinging slap that made me groan and squirm in his grip as he carried me upstairs. Something he didn't fail to notice, either.
"Oh, babe. We need to fight more often," he commented with a snicker as he shoved his door open. After he entered the room with me still draped over his shoulder like a naked, soaking wet trophy, he toed the door closed and dropped me onto his bed. His mouth was on my cunt before the door even fully clicked shut.
This time when I came, my attention was all on Kody, rather than on the ice-blue eyes that had just watched me fall apart from the shadows.
20
Somehow, I slept. It wasn't long, maybe only half an hour, but thanks to my utter, bone-shaking exhaustion—courtesy of Kody seriously bringing his A game—that short nap was more restful than a whole night of restlessness.
I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, curled up in Kody's warmth while I ignored how badly he'd pissed me off. But I had exams to tank and reality to face.
Groaning and cursing, I dragged my ass out of Kody's bed and winced as I dragged one of his hoodies over my aching body. It was a delicious sort of ache, though, one that made me grin at the memory of how each pain had been earned. Angry fucking was a dangerous sport, but I'd happily wear the consequences.
Kody mumbled something into his pillow, then shifted his face slightly to the side and cracked an eyelid at me.
"What?" I asked, wrinkling my nose as I hunted for my panties, then remembered they were probably still in the kitchen.
"I said," he replied, his voice thick with sleep, "are you still mad at me?"
I released a long sigh. "Yes."
A sly grin spread across his lips, and he snaked a hand out of the covers, reaching for me. I dodged out of the way, though, and scowled. "Nice try, Kodiak. I've got my psych exam this morning."
He lifted his head from the pillow just enough to give me a rumpled look of disbelief and confusion. "You're still going to your exam?"
I frowned back at him, folding my arms and tucking my hands into the long sleeves of his hoodie. "Uh, yeah. I don't intend to fail so soon, and I don't exactly have any good reason to ask for an exemption."
"But you were assaulted yesterday and you haven't slept. You can't seriously—"
"Don't underestimate me, Kodiak Jones," I replied with a confident grin. "I do some of my best work under pressure."
His brows hitched. "Don't I know it."
Rolling my eyes, I started to leave his room, then paused. He was lying flat on his stomach, his arm curled around the pillow and his lids slitted as he watched me like a hungry predator. There was a noticeable chill to the air again—someone must have turned the heating off—which gave me an idea.
I grabbed the corner of Kody's comforter and yanked it off him, chucking it across the room. His howl of protest followed me as I raced back to my own room, and I chuckled to myself as I turned on my shower. It took a few moments for the water to heat up, then I quickly stripped Kody's hoodie off and jumped under the warm spray.
I'd caught sight of the time on Kody's bedside clock, so I knew I had a few minutes on my hands—enough for a proper shower, anyway, which was good. Early-morning-slash-middle-of-the-night self-defense training followed by several hours of sex didn't leave a girl at her freshest, that was for damn sure.
Humming under my breath, I went through the motions of scrubbing, shaving, and shampooing. It was as I rinsed my color-depositing pink shampoo out that the shower door opened and an extra pair of hands slipped across my soapy midsection.
"What do you think you're doing, Kodiak?" I murmured, not bothering to open my eyes. I knew it was him. He had a certain presence about him, a confidence in the way he touched me. Also, Steele was covered in bandages, and I seriously doubted Archer would be slipping into the shower with me.
"Your shower looked warmer than ours," he replied with an amused edge to his voice.