He was sure she wasn't sleeping with anyone else. Well, mostly sure. That was something that hadn't been defined or even talked about in the midst of laying the ground rules for their…whatever. He hadn't so much as breathed in another woman's direction since the afternoon he'd kissed her on the sidewalk in the middle of the goddamn snow—and that shit, while trippy and weird, didn't bother him. What bothered him now, as more breathy moans passed through her lips, were guys named Mark that her friends wanted to set her up with; or that fucking dude Derek that he'd found in her apartment that one night and knew for a fact she'd gotten on her back for. Well, fuck all that. Because Jake Biggerman? Didn't fucking share.
"Alisha?" he bit out, his voice raspy.
"Hmm?" she sighed, her hips rocking a little faster.
His hands came to her hips and guided her movements. She felt so goddamn good. "I've got a rule to add to our…arrangement."
She opened her eyes a little wider and smiled down at him, planting her hands on his chest. "Okay," she said, quickly followed by "Oh, God, this is good. What's this new rule?"
"As long as this thing between us lasts, you only fuck me. No one else," he said harshly.
The words hit her like a bucket of ice water. Her hips stilled, and her eyes flew open to glare into his. "Excuse me?" she ground out. She moved to climb off of him, but his grip tightened around her hips and kept them joined. He bucked his hips, thrusting deep inside her, and her eyes rolled back in spite of herself.
"What's the big damn deal? I just want to hear you say you're not doing this with anyone else but me."
"You're an asshole," she snapped. "And an idiot. You're the only one I've been doing this with, Big. Though after this, I don't think we will again."
His eyes narrowed to thin slits and he reared up, so they were face to face. "Like hell, Alisha. You don't want this to end." He fisted a hand in her hair and roughly dragged her lips to his, kissing her forcefully. She resisted briefly, then he felt her resolve slip and she kissed him back with as much fervor as he did her. "Neither do I. Just tell me," he bit out.
Angry tears stung behind her eyes. "I already told you," she spat heatedly. "I'm not with anyone else. But I also said that we should only do this for as long as it's fun. You insinuating that I get on my back and point my heels to God for anyone with a penis isn't fun."
"That's not what I fucking said." She struggled in his grasp and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his nose in her hair. "That's not what I said," he repeated softly. "Don't put words in my mouth."
"What about you, huh, Big? Are you out banging chicks in bathrooms or closets until I get off work?" She hated that she went there, but turnabout was fair-fucking-play and when she was backed into a corner, she swiped back.
He lifted his head and stared down heatedly at her. "I haven't touched anyone since you. Haven't wanted to."
She believed him. But, God, it would make everything easier if she didn't. This thing was getting complicated already and she wasn't sure she was equipped to handle it. "I believe you," she sighed. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Dammit, Alisha! I never said I didn't believe you," he growled. "All I'm asking is that we only have sex with each other for as long as whatever this is lasts. And you're not going out on a fucking date with that douche Russell wants to set you up with either."
It was as though the clouds had suddenly parted, allowing the sun to shine clearly over the real issue at hand. He was jealous. "You're an idiot," she said again, though she rolled her hips into his. And then did it again.
"You still pissed?" he asked dumbly, loosening his hold on her arms. He figured if she was still having sex with him they must be good.
"Yes, I'm still plenty pissed and I'd like for you to just shut your damn mouth for a little bit," she bit out, screwing her eyes tightly closed, pumping her hips furiously against his. His lips closed over hers in a bruising kiss and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rode him as hard and as fast as she could, sprinting towards the finish line as the crazy and commanding lust wound itself into a tight coil in her belly.
Big swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet finding purchase on the floor. His hands gripped her shoulders and slammed her down again and again on his cock, which only served to make her movements even more powerful and frantic. His brain screamed for oxygen and he tore his lips away from hers, sucking in a ragged breath. Her eyes flew open and locked heatedly onto his. "Fuck me," he ordered, bucking against her. "Fuck me!"
And she did. Hard. Fast. Furious. The burning between her thighs hit a fever pitch and her entire body was on fire. His teeth bit down against her pulse point and his fingers slipped between them and pinched her clit, hurling her over the edge as every color of the rainbow bloomed in her vision and a primal scream ripped from her throat.
Her walls clenched like a vise around his cock and he came hard
