hard and fast. I jumped, or more like fell off of her and the bed. I clutched at my balls and curled into the fetal position. The bitch kneed me in the fucking balls ! I tried to stand but kept doubling over in pain. Oh, man, that’s not right!
“Jesus Christ, Kitty!” I cried, clutching my throbbing crotch. Just to be safe I took a few steps back.
She stood from the bed and yelled down at me as I knelt on the floor. “I told you, to never step foot in this room again,” Standing a little straighter, I bit my lip as another wave of pain shot from my balls. “I was just helping you, since you can’t drink with the big boys,” I groaned.
“I was just fine, and you really expect me to believe you over top of me, feeling up my face is helping me? You were trying to take advantage of me. Thankfully, I came to my senses before you could infect me with your whore-dipped dick.”
“Whatever, won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to let you face plant on the asphalt next time.” Backing up, I held my side as a wave of nausea came over me. I really hated getting kneed in the balls.
“I’ll take my chances with the asphalt,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.
“Fine, maybe it will fix that face of yours.”
Sucking in a breath, she fought with her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. “That’s it!” she shrieked.
The next thing I knew she was running me at full speed.
CHAPTER 11
Caroline
I’m going to kill him. There’s no questioning it, the headlines will read, woman kills absurdly hot lead singer of popular hometown band . What was he thinking trying to seduce me with his good looks, amazing smell, and gentle hands? I wasn’t falling for it--scratch that, I wasn’t falling for it anymore!
He held his hands out in front of him, bracing himself for a collision. I kept running, at him. I was swinging my arms violently. He grabbed them and held them above my head. So I resorted to other means of beating him. I went to knee him again, but he saw it coming that time. Pulling my arms up, I jumped to kick him, but wrapped my legs around his hips instead.
“Will you stop it?” he said, adjusting his grip on my wrists. “Get off me!” he yelled, trying to wiggle from the tight grasp I had on his waist. I crossed my feet, pinning myself even closer to him.
Losing his balance he stumbled.
“Let my hands go, so I can strangle you!” I said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t think so, Kitty,” he yelled back.
We kept moving around the room, struggling to overpower the other. That is, until we began to fall. He had tripped over the rug, and we were now falling backward. The plush mattress broke our fall, but neither one of us let up. My legs were still around his waist and his hands were still clutching my wrists.
My feet were sore under both our weight, so I uncrossed them but kept them tight so he couldn’t wiggle free. He went to sit up but I pushed him back down, trying to free my hands again. I wiggled my fingers, the closer I came to his neck. I was determined that I going to hurt him.
“You’re such a jackass--let me go, so I can strangle you,” I said struggling against him as I gained a few more centimeters toward my target.
Stretching his hands up, he pulled them over his head, making me have to lean over him. Inches separated us.
“No! You kneed me in the balls. I’m not letting go till you apologize.” His voice was even and stern. The pompous ass then flashed that stupid grin of his.
“You were taking advantage of me. I had to do something to get you to back the fuck off!”
Tugging my arms, he was able to pin me closer to him. “Apologize!”
“No!”
It was only then that I felt the tension between us. Not the angry, fighting tension. I had felt that all along, since I first met him, eight hours ago. This was different. This was feral, heavy, sexual tension. It was as if he felt it the same moment I did, because he let go of my hands and gripped
“Jesus Christ, Kitty!” I cried, clutching my throbbing crotch. Just to be safe I took a few steps back.
She stood from the bed and yelled down at me as I knelt on the floor. “I told you, to never step foot in this room again,” Standing a little straighter, I bit my lip as another wave of pain shot from my balls. “I was just helping you, since you can’t drink with the big boys,” I groaned.
“I was just fine, and you really expect me to believe you over top of me, feeling up my face is helping me? You were trying to take advantage of me. Thankfully, I came to my senses before you could infect me with your whore-dipped dick.”
“Whatever, won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to let you face plant on the asphalt next time.” Backing up, I held my side as a wave of nausea came over me. I really hated getting kneed in the balls.
“I’ll take my chances with the asphalt,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.
“Fine, maybe it will fix that face of yours.”
Sucking in a breath, she fought with her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. “That’s it!” she shrieked.
The next thing I knew she was running me at full speed.
CHAPTER 11
Caroline
I’m going to kill him. There’s no questioning it, the headlines will read, woman kills absurdly hot lead singer of popular hometown band . What was he thinking trying to seduce me with his good looks, amazing smell, and gentle hands? I wasn’t falling for it--scratch that, I wasn’t falling for it anymore!
He held his hands out in front of him, bracing himself for a collision. I kept running, at him. I was swinging my arms violently. He grabbed them and held them above my head. So I resorted to other means of beating him. I went to knee him again, but he saw it coming that time. Pulling my arms up, I jumped to kick him, but wrapped my legs around his hips instead.
“Will you stop it?” he said, adjusting his grip on my wrists. “Get off me!” he yelled, trying to wiggle from the tight grasp I had on his waist. I crossed my feet, pinning myself even closer to him.
Losing his balance he stumbled.
“Let my hands go, so I can strangle you!” I said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t think so, Kitty,” he yelled back.
We kept moving around the room, struggling to overpower the other. That is, until we began to fall. He had tripped over the rug, and we were now falling backward. The plush mattress broke our fall, but neither one of us let up. My legs were still around his waist and his hands were still clutching my wrists.
My feet were sore under both our weight, so I uncrossed them but kept them tight so he couldn’t wiggle free. He went to sit up but I pushed him back down, trying to free my hands again. I wiggled my fingers, the closer I came to his neck. I was determined that I going to hurt him.
“You’re such a jackass--let me go, so I can strangle you,” I said struggling against him as I gained a few more centimeters toward my target.
Stretching his hands up, he pulled them over his head, making me have to lean over him. Inches separated us.
“No! You kneed me in the balls. I’m not letting go till you apologize.” His voice was even and stern. The pompous ass then flashed that stupid grin of his.
“You were taking advantage of me. I had to do something to get you to back the fuck off!”
Tugging my arms, he was able to pin me closer to him. “Apologize!”
“No!”
It was only then that I felt the tension between us. Not the angry, fighting tension. I had felt that all along, since I first met him, eight hours ago. This was different. This was feral, heavy, sexual tension. It was as if he felt it the same moment I did, because he let go of my hands and gripped