my words like honey.
“Gross,” Coop said. “How long is a while?”
“We’re gonna find out,” Mal growled, and tugged me over the threshold into the lobby of the motel.
Luckily, it was quiet in the motel. I chased Mal up the stairs to his studio apartment, smacking his ass playfully as he went ahead of me. “You better watch it,” he growled over his shoulder.
“Or what?” I teased as desire shot through me. “What are you going to do about it?”
We made it into the hall just outside his door, and Mal grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket and slammed me hard against the wall. The club photos hanging rattled with the force of it, and my breath expelled from my lungs in a surprised huff. Mal’s dark eyes bore into mine as he drew his lower lip between his teeth.
I used the moment of stillness to use the same move on him, flipping us suddenly so Mal was the one against the wall. He laughed incredulously as I did so, then tipped his head back against the wall and looked down the bridge of his nose at me, like he was taunting me.
I growled with desire, then boxed him in against the wall further and dragged my teeth over the skin of his neck. God, I wanted him—wanted to fuck him, with an intensity that surprised me. I wanted to pin his strong body beneath mine and make him cry out my name.
“Nice move,” Mal groaned. He wriggled a hand between us and palmed my cock hard through my jeans, then gripped it almost hard enough to hurt.
I gasped—but if he’d thought that little trick would give him the upper hand, he was wrong. I just pushed closer, wrenched his jacket and the collar of his shirt aside to reveal his shoulder, and then I bit down hard. Enough that there’d be a bruise tomorrow.
“Fucking hell,” Mal gasped. For a second I thought I’d gone too far, but then he muttered, “Priest,” sounding more wrecked than I’d ever heard him. I swatted his hand away from my dick, and he stared at me again, pupils dilated and lower lip swollen from where he’d sank his teeth.
The sight was intoxicating. “Come on,” I growled, then grabbed him by the front of the shirt and hauled him into his bedroom.
MAL
Priest maneuvered me into my apartment, walking me backward with his hands on my hips and a sexy, promising smirk on his face. He tossed me bodily back onto the mattress, and I landed with a whump in the center of my bed, still reeling from the rough way he’d handled me in the hallway. My skin tingled where he’d sunk his teeth into my shoulder, so possessive and demanding. It thrilled me—made me want to roll over for him, but at the same time, I wanted to fight back. Wanted to see him playfully use the strength in his sturdy chest and thick arms to control me.
With a wicked grin, Priest shrugged out of his jacket and then crawled over me on the bed. He kissed me hard, demandingly, fucking his tongue into my mouth and making me gasp.
He started to work a hand up my shirt, and I used the moment of distraction to hook my leg under his and flip us both. Those self-defense lessons Dante and Jazz made us all take were finally paying off. Priest laughed, surprised as he landed on his back. I straddled his hips and shrugged off my jacket, then roughly ripped my shirt over my head. I wanted his skin on mine, and I wanted it now.
Priest hummed appreciatively and ran his hands over my abs, then up to my waist and gripped hard, his fingers digging into the muscle there. I wriggled against him, pressing my ass into the curve of his cock trapped in his jeans. He’d already been so hard when I’d grabbed him in the hallway, and I wanted to feel it inside me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Priest groaned, and then slid one hand up my back to my nape. He gripped the back of my neck hard and used that grip to pull me down for another rough kiss. It knocked me off balance a little, and he used that to his advantage, rolling us yet again.
God, I loved this this part. I loved a little rough, wrestling foreplay—loved being with a man who could match my strength, who I didn’t have to worry about hurting. When I