Lake waits for Eva to bend over before sidling up behind her and gripping her hips. Eva sucks in a surprised breath and Cree stands so suddenly that his chair tips back and crashes to the ground. We all look over as Cree stares back, his nostrils flared and his chest heaving. He resembles a bull about to charge. Lake drops his hands from Eva and swallows hard. “You okay, VP?” he asks.
“Eva,” he growls as she hands the cue to Lake. “What did I say to you?”
“Erm,” she mumbles, and her cheeks flush.
“Stay away from my brothers,” he reminds her. “Get out of my sight.” Eva glances at me.
I’m aware of Gears still holding onto me by the waist and I’m about to drag Eva back to her room so we can discuss this situation when an almighty roar comes from the office doorway.
“What the fuck is going on?” yells Riggs as he marches towards us.
Gears holds up his hands in the air where they can be seen. “Pres, I was showing her how to play,” he rushes out with panic lacing his words. “Nothing in it, I swear.” Riggs is already in his face. “Pres, I swear,” he repeats.
“Christ, Riggs, calm down,” I hiss, embarrassed that this whole thing got out of hand. He slowly turns his head in my direction and I almost wilt under his intense glare.
“‘Scuse me?” he utters.
“We were playing pool. No big deal,” I say.
“And that was a reason to be touching each other?” Before I can come up with a smart answer, he grabs me by the wrist and marches me upstairs. “Eva, watch the kids,” he throws over his shoulder.
Riggs pulls me into his room, then slams and locks the door. I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. “I think that was a little OTT,” I mutter.
He stands behind me and grabs a handful of my hair. He gently tugs my head back, exposing my neck to his mouth. “I don’t want to see any other man’s hands on your body,” he hisses in my ear. He nips his way down my neck and along my shoulder. “I told you, once we fuck, that’s it, we’re together. No one can touch what’s mine.” I shudder at his words. They should scare me after what Reggie put me through, but they don’t. They make me feel all kinds of safe. He runs his other hand under my top and wraps it around my waist, pulling me against his strong, hard body. “I told you lack of sleep makes me crazy.”
“I was helping Eva see that Cree likes her,” I admit weakly. “It went wrong.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he mutters. “You should never piss off two of the most hot-headed males in this place. It’ll get someone killed.” He flicks the button on my denim shorts and then eases them down my legs using one hand. The other remains in my hair. “You wanna learn to play, you ask me.”
“I know how to play pool,” I sigh. “I wanted to get a reaction from Cree.” He pushes me to bend at the waist so that my hands rest on the bed. I jump when he brings his hand down hard on my naked ass.
“So, you let Gears touch you even though you knew how to play?” he growls. I hesitate before I answer, and he slaps my ass again.
“I admit it wasn’t a well thought out plan. I think it’s lack of sleep,” I mutter weakly.
Riggs runs a hand between my legs, and I cry out. “You’re wet,” he whispers, and I hear the smile in his voice. “You like to be punished?”
“By you,” I whisper, and he groans.
“So, you’re not wet like this for Gears?” He spanks me again.
“No,” I hiss. His hand goes back to teasing me and I shudder.
“I should make him watch while I fuck you,” he growls, rubbing more vigorously. I feel an orgasm building and I begin to squirm. I’m not sure if I’m trying to get more friction or less, but I can’t hold still, and as the first waves hit me, Riggs places his free arm across my back to hold me down. He doesn’t slow the pace of his rubbing and I scream as the warm rush hits me hard.
Riggs doesn’t wait for me to recover. He pushes his jeans just below his ass and then slams into me hard. I grip the sheets. “Fuck,” he growls. “I think your pussy was made for me.”
My legs are weak and I’m pretty certain I may pass out if he makes me come again. He grabs hold of my shoulders and pulls me to stand. He pins my arms behind my back and turns me slightly so that we’re looking into his floor-length mirror. My breasts are jutting out and my cheeks are flushed pink. Riggs’ body fills the mirror and I look petite compared to his huge build. The tattoos that cover his chest and arms make my tanned skin look pale. Seeing him looking so strong and alpha like this drives me crazy. His eyes lock onto mine in the mirror. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls against my ear.
I begin to shudder. “Riggs,” I pant. “I can’t . . . ”
“Finn,” he hisses. “Call me Finn.”
“Finn,” I repeat, and he closes his eyes briefly. “Finn.” This time it comes out shaky. “I can’t come again,” I moan.
“The fuck you can’t,” he hisses. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” He moves one hand to my front and pinches my nipple. I cry out again. “Come on my cock, Anna,” he growls.
My legs almost fall from under me as my body shakes uncontrollably. I have no choice as the climax rips me apart. Riggs spits out a string of curses as he follows me over the edge. He looks down to where we’re joined, and his face
