Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

JENSEN

C rawling over her body, I can tell she's feeling less sure of herself than she lets on.

She's nervous to be with me, even though her stern fa?ade tries to say differently.

Reaching down between us, I pull one of her legs around my waist. "You look nervous."

She balks, but it's fake. "I'm not. Just fuck me."

My thumb finds her clit as I begin kissing my way down her throat. "How hard, Princess?"

"Hard. And stop calling me Princess." She gasps.

Scissoring into her with two fingers, her mouth falls open in surprise.

"You've got a tight pussy."

"Yes, I…yes, that's so fucking good."

"Finally, I've got you right where I want you." My tongue falls to her breasts, and I run hot circles over her pierced nipples. I've been with a lot of women, more than I can count, but never anyone pierced.

She squirms beneath me. "I want your dick."

In an instant, I'm on my haunches as I lift her onto her hands and knees. Burying my face between her cheeks, I spread her wide and eat her pussy like it's my last meal. It might as well be; nothing will ever taste this fucking good.

She cries out.

"The whole wedding party is going to know we're fucking. Is that what you want, Princess? Do you want them to know I've got my tongue buried deep in your cunt?"

She doesn't answer. But I hand her this reprieve.

Feral need washes over me, the sight of her on her knees, her glistening pussy ready for me to take. "Birth control?" I bite out.

"Yes."

On my knees behind her, I sink all the way inside Katherine fucking Monroe. "Fuuuck," I groan as I move further inside until I'm fully seated. "You know what else is tailored to me? This cunt."

I smack her ass once. "That's for making it so hard to finally fuck you."

Twice. "That's for your bratty mouth."

She cries out with pleasure.

Three times, my handprint raised on her left cheek. "And that's for not going bare when I said how I wanted you."

My hips piston into her as I run my fingertips over the raised red skin on her ass. "I don't think you'll be able to sit on the plane tomorrow, but let's test that out now."

Sitting back on my heels, I pull her down with me. With her riding my cock, I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat. I can't see her face, but by the way she whimpers with need, I know she likes it. "My Princess does like it rough, huh?"

"Make me come."

"Beg for it."

Rising up, she slams back down on my rock-hard dick. "I don't beg. I take what I want."

Teasing the bar through her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I lean forward and whisper in her ear. "If I give you what you want, you have to promise me that tonight won't be the only night I'm inside you."

Finishing with a kiss to the shell of her ear, her head falls forward as I thrust up and into her. My hand is still wrapped around her throat, her hair twisted around my other. "I'm going to unload any second."

"I'm coming! Oh fuck, Jensen, I'm coming."

I'm done. Fucking gone. Coming inside her with a roar. "All. Fucking. Mine."

KATE

Best. Night's. Sleep. Ever.

I stretch out but only get so far before I'm met with resistance.

Male resistance.

No. Way.

Yes. Way.

"Jensen!" I whisper-shout.

Peeling his arm that's draped across my breasts, he groans into his pillow.

"Get your big body off me. I slept in your room overnight!"

I don't know why I'm acting surprised since we didn't stop going at it until the early hours of this morning. And that was because I finally broke and told him I was too sensitive to continue. Honestly, I think he could've gone through to sunrise.

This fucking kills me to say, but he's a machine. A sex god, and he knows it.

"I literally couldn't care less," he mumbles.

"Yeah? Well, I do."

From over my shoulder, he turns his sleepy face to look at me and smiles. "Turn around and face me."

"No."

The arm he's refused to move grips my hip and slowly rolls me onto my back. I yield and look at him. "What?"

"Are you ashamed of me?"

I balk. "No. I?—"

"She was my sister's best friend; she was drunk, and she needed someone to make sure she got home safely."

I pull back and look at him. "You're not bullshitting me, are you?"

He shakes his head. "No, Princess. I'm not."

"And the brunette on your lap?"

He sighs. "I didn't do anything with her, either."

"I find that hard to believe."

Rolling onto his back, he runs a palm across his face. "I wanted to make you jealous."

"Prick."

He barks out a laugh. "You're joking, right? You came to the Stanley Cup finals wearing my best friend's jersey and a smug look on your face and didn't expect me to react?"

"I can wear whoever's jersey I want!"

Rolling his tongue to the roof of his mouth, the fierce look his eyes wore last night returns. He stares up at the ceiling and cracks his neck to the side. "No. You can't."

I sit up, and the sheets fall from my naked body. Noticing the way his eyes float across my skin, I inwardly curse myself for the way it makes me feel. Needy for him to put his huge hands on me again. "Um, I think you'll find I can."

Sitting up, too, his hand shoots up and grips the tip of my chin between his thumb and forefinger. Turning my head to his, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. "So you're telling me when you wore my jersey that day, you didn't want my cock buried inside you like it was last night? You didn't want to hand yourself over for me to play with? And your pussy wasn't throbbing with anticipation of how I would react when I saw my name stamped across your back?"

"No."

"You're a fucking liar. And stubborn as hell. You want me; you want this. I'm the first person in your life who's got the full measure of you, and you can't deal with it. So what do you do? You get pissy with me."

Who the fuck does he think he is?!

Anger climbs up my spine as I desperately try to search for a response. A comeback to prove him wrong. He doesn't know me, and he doesn't get to pass out judgments either.

This whole thing was the biggest mistake of my life.

I shoot out of bed and grab my dress from the floor. Snatching up my phone and purse, I turn to look at him, still naked. He wears an appreciative grin at the sight. "I'll tell you what I did lie about."

"What's that, Princess?"

"One-night stands. Apparently, I do have them." I wrap my dress around me and make for the door. "Starting from last night."

"Kate!"

"Fuck off."

Slamming his door, I storm down the hall into my bedroom and throw on some clothes. Now I know why I don't unpack my suitcase. Brushing my teeth, I throw the final toiletries into my bag and zip it shut when the toothbrush joins.

"Kate."

"No."

"Where are you going?"

"Home." I whip around to face him. His hands grip the door frame above his head, and I refuse to look at his abs or the deep protruding v leading from the athletic shorts he's wearing. "Move out of my way." My voice cracks on the final word.

"Just slow down."

Panic rises in me. "Last night was a mistake."

For the first time ever, I watch as Jensen's face twists with hurt. "No. It wasn't."

"It was. We agreed to be civil, and that was it."

His grin returns. "Oh, last night was far more than civil."

Dragging my hands down my face, I regret everything we did. "Please just let me leave."

"Kate?" Luna comes to stand next to Jensen in the doorway. "Is everything okay?" She looks between us both, concern etched across her pixie features.

"Yeah, it's fine, babe." I pick up my phone and scroll to the Uber app, booking a car to come pick me up ASAP. "I just overslept and realized my flight leaves earlier than I thought."

"Oh." She side-eyes Jensen, who's dressed in very little. "Okay. I thought you had the same flight as us?"

Not anymore, I don't.

"No. I changed it last minute so I can get back early to work on this case. It, um, it needs my full attention."

Picking up my suitcase, I point to the doorway they're both blocking. I just want to go home and work on forgetting this ever happened. Also, scour the internet for one of those red-light flashy thingies that wipe your memory, like in Men In Black. "I have to go."

Luna steps to one side, but Jensen stays exactly where he is. He thinks I'm stubborn. "I can get you a seat on my flight in first class."

I scoff but then straighten up, remembering we have an audience. "That will be too late, and besides…" I pull up the handle on my case for effect. "I already have a seat in first."

With Luna halfway down the stairs and out of sight, I go to push past him, but he shoots his arm out across my body and braces it on the opposite frame. "Stay."

"We all leave today anyway."

"Don't leave like this. Not after what we shared last night."

"It was just a hate fuck, and it's a shame you had to go and ruin it this morning. You don't own me."

His jaw ticks, but he drops his hand from the frame. "You're right. I don't." I go to leave, but he grabs me by the arm. "But one day, I'll make you mine."