Page 182 of Red Marked

“You want dual action. Is that right, Star?”

“Yes, I do.” She nods.

“Are you sure about that?” I grin.

“Very sure.” She jabs a finger at me. “Don’t you dare try to tell me I can’t.”

“And you want to come.”

“More than once.” She nods. “And really hard. So hard that my eyes water.”

I walk across the room in two strides and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder.

“Flint!”

I carry her down the hall to her bedroom like a damned caveman.

52

Star

Flint kicks my bedroom door wide, marches me through it, and flips me off his shoulder. I bounce on the mattress hard enough that the headboard knocks the wall.

“What the hell, Flint?!” I shove my hair out of my face and pull myself up to my elbows.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed with his chest heaving. His eyes are on me, and they’re intense.

“Take that pretty dress off,” he says. “Or I’ll tear it off you.”

I sit up and pull the dress over my head in one go. I throw it at him. It hits his chest and drops to the floor.

He doesn’t even glance at it. His eyes go down my body and come back up slowly. His jaw works. When they reach the black lace, they stop.

“I love that set.” His voice has dropped so low that I feel it in my belly. “It would be a shame if I ripped it. Take it off.”

I get up onto my knees on the mattress and shake my head.

“No.”

His nostrils flare.

“Not if you’re going to leave me hanging again. You don’t get to touch me unless you make me come, Flint. Those are my terms.”

“I’m going to give you dual action.” He steps closer. “I’m going to make you come so hard your eyes water. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Holy shit.

He’s jealous. Flint is standing in my bedroom, jealous of a purple dildo, and I love it. I love it so much I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

“Star.” He growls it when I still don’t move.

I nod, reach behind my back for the clasp of my bra, and drop it. I lie back, hook my thumbs into my panties, and whip them down my legs. I kick them at him too.

He catches them this time. He puts them to his nose and inhales, then he drops them at his feet and yanks his T-shirt over his head. His sneakers go with two hard kicks that send one skidding under the dresser. Then his shorts and his underwear are shoved down together. His cock springs up against his stomach, thick and flushed. He steps out of the pile and stands there naked, shoulders and thighs bunched, breathing hard.

I’m on my back, and I’m trying to remember how to breathe.

He bends, digs a hand into the pocket of his shorts, and swears.