I need to calm down before I do what I need to do.
One grocery store and a discount superchain later, I’m unpacking bedding and stuffing food into the pantry. Still raging. In fact, the anger has morphed into something worse.
Every moment she’s not here, and every second the daylight dips into darkness, I’m twitching with rage.
We’resupposedto be doing this to show the university we’re theirpremierecouple. Instead, I got a woman who wants to put herself and everything else above our marriage.
Maybe that’s the real sore spot. The thing that’s eating at me under my skin. I’m trying already to be the best husband for her…but is she willing to be my wife? I never asked. I assumed that if I showed her how good this could be, she’d go along with what the university says. Even get excited about this new life. But I think I have a problem on my hands.
Scout’s acting as if she doesn’t want my help. And if I’m not useful, what good am I? The wrath settles in me like wildfire. Burning through my nerves. The first time we made love? I saw what she wanted. This beast raging to get out. Not the man.
Right there at the entry, I drop all my shopping bags, grab my keys, and throw open the front door. It’s freezing outside, but I don’t feel it. Not even as I straddle my bike and head toward the medical school on the north end of campus.
I’ve never been inside, but it doesn’t take me long to find the library on the first floor. The place is old and smells of mildew. Which only makes me even more infuriated.
She’d rather be here than at home with me?
No.Un-fucking-acceptable.
A few students eye me like they’re scared. And I get it. I’m pretty scared of myself right now.
But I brush past tables, scanning every area for a little woman with dark hair.
I spot her at a long table alone, books spread out around her and a laptop open in front. Her hair’s in a loose bun on her head and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perch on the end of her nose. She’s wearing loose sweats and a big NU sweatshirt.
All the ire I have inside travels immediately lower…and my cock fills with blood at the sight of her. So studious. Unaware. Almost at peace.
I want to ruin it.
Marching over to her table, I reach the chair across from hers. Then I slap my hands on either side of the pile of her study materials. She flinches, eyes flying wide to my face as she gasps. I lean forward and grit my teeth.
“I got your number, tulip. Yeah… You pretend you don’t want to be told what to do, but you want it rough. Thick.Hard. And want to be manhandled by someone paying attention.”
Barely above a whisper, she protests, “Nope. Nope.” But her face belies everything she’s saying. It’s almost hysterical. But I’m too mad to laugh.
“Out of that fucking chair.” I lower my voice to a snarl. “Now.”
She carefully stands like she’s new to her body, and I snag her upper arm, eyes darting around the room, looking for some place to take her.
I guide her toward a study room in the corner. One dark and away from the main area. As soon as we enter, I slam the glass door behind me and don’t bother to turn on the light.
She starts to cross her arms, but I grip her waist and toss her ass onto the table. My thighs spread hers wide.
“You can’t justdothis.” She panics, glancing behind my back, but even as she’s protesting, she’s leaning back.
I smile at that. “Oh, but I am.”
Gripping her hip, I flip her over and tug her sweatpants down frantically. Her palm slaps at my hand, and I almost stop. But then, she helps me by shoving them below her hips.
I snort a laugh into her ear while freeing myself, my cock rigid in my grip.
“Spread wider for me, baby. Shove that ass out and show me how bad you want it.”
“I don’t!” she huffs out angrily, but she doesexactlyas I say.
While she wiggles, I stroke my heated length, squeezingthe tip so I don’t come too fast. When my fingers find her clit, she moans. I rub and flick and tease until she’s shaking beneath me.
Pressing my lips to her ear, I mutter every nasty thought I have about her.