Glancing at him, I laughed. “If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut unless you want another kick to the balls.”
“You know, I’m your brother,” he wheezed.
“And that’s why you’re only nursing your balls instead of carrying them in your hand.”
“Man, she’s vicious,” Jeff whispered to Liam. “Did you know she was so evil?”
Ignoring him, I walked over to Rob, who was still slumped against the wall. His face was bloody and his eye was swollen shut, but other than that, he didn’t look too awful.
For a man who had been beaten to a pulp.
“Are you okay?” I asked, lifting his shirt where he was pressing his arm to his side.
“Peachy. I always do this,” he huffed out a laugh, immediately groaning.
His side was already red and forming a massive bruise, which only renewed my anger. But I leashed it for now, knowing it would only fuel the fire between the three idiots in the room.
Well, four, counting Rob.
Men were so ridiculous sometimes.
“Come on. Let’s get you up. Kate can take a look at you,” I said, lifting his arm over my shoulder.
Groaning, he pushed himself off the wall, leaving a bloody handprint behind as he got to his feet. The man was a good foot taller than I was, and his weight was like a ton of bricks pressing down on me, but I managed to walk with him over to the stairs.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” Michael groaned.
“You put yourself in that situation. You can get yourself out,” I shot back.
The walk up the stairs was arduous, but I had the feeling Rob was leaning heavily on me because he wanted my boob pressed against him. And because I liked the feel of his body against mine, I didn’t say a thing.
“Let me get something to clean you up with,” I said as I lowered him to the bed.
But as I started to walk away, he grabbed my hand and tugged me back, pulling me between his legs.
“Not so fast, my little hellion.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him as he slid his hand around the nape of my neck and tugged me closer.
“Fuck, that was so hot.”
Then his lips were on mine in a searing kiss. I didn’t even think as I kissed him back, needing him as much as he needed me. This was right, and so freaking perfect. And as I tossed one leg over his and straddled his lap, I knew that if he told me he was walking away, I’d be devastated.
But right now, I didn’t care.
I just wanted more of this. More heat, more passion, more of this never-ending feeling of being so wrapped up in another person that you’d do most anything for him.
He leaned back, taking me with him to the bed, but the moment I ground my body against his and shoved my fingers through his hair, the groan he let out couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than pain.
“Are you okay?” I asked, tearing my body from his.
“No, no, no,” he whined, tugging me back to him. “Don’t leave.”
He peppered my face with kisses as his lips skimmed down my neck. He was making it really difficult to be good when all I wanted was to tear my clothes off and sink down on his hard cock.
But the moment I put any pressure against his torso, he let out a moan of pain.
“That’s it,” I said, tearing my body from his. I scrambled to my feet and backed away, holding up my hands. “We’re not doing this.”