Uncontrollable (43 page)

 He looks up to me and sighs. “I honestly think
because she’s afraid to be mad at me. I did get drunk tonight. I think she’s
more confused than anything.”

 “That’s sounds possible,” I speculate.

 “I feel bad how she found out,” he admits quietly
as he looks up at me, and I see the weight that has been lifted off of his
shoulders. “I didn’t tell her everything.” He shakes his head looking down at
the table. “Some stuff is just too hard to talk about. And although she didn’t
push me tonight, I know she will someday.”

 “Well maybe that someday is a long ways away,” I
say with hope. I want them to have a good brother and sister relationship. I
know Tate struggles with his past—it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the
temper that he suppresses.

I wake up with a crick in
my neck and half my body hanging off the couch. I sit up and look around. The
clock on the wall reads a little past midnight. I groan as I throw off the
blanket that she had given me. I place my feet on the floor and run a hand down
my face.

I sigh as I tilt my head to the left, then to the
right, trying to loosen it up. This is the first time for me to sleep on this
couch, and it is definitely not something I want to make a habit of. The one in
the media room is much more comfortable.

 Standing up I grab my pillow and make my way down
the hallway quietly to our bedroom. I smile when I find the bedroom door
unlocked. I expected to have to pry it open like I did last time.

After shoving Peaches off the bed, I get into my
side and try to straighten up the covers that she has pushed down to the end of
the bed. Once I get them somewhat fixed I lie down and look up at the ceiling
thinking back over our night. I do agree with Tate, it did go better than I
expected. She could have told him to go to hell, or demand more answers than he
was ready to give. She didn’t push him because that’s just not her. No matter
how many questions she is asking herself now.

I roll over onto my side and place my palm on her
bare back, lightly running it up and down her smooth skin. Her body is warm,
and I find myself scooting closer to her. She softly shifts her body into me,
and I lean down to kiss her shoulder. My left hand travels over her side and up
her ribs. I feel my dick start to harden when I reach the softness of her breast.
I grab a handful and let out a deep growl. I love how big they are, and I love
making her soft pink nipples pebble to hard buds.

 “No,” she mumbles and pulls away from me.

 I chuckle. So she’s still mad at me, even in her
sleep. “Don’t challenge me, Angel.”

 “Don’t piss me off, Slade,” she says deadpan
sounding more awake.

 I smirk. “You should have locked me out then.”

She sighs. “You would have found a way in,” she
says moving over to the edge of her side.

 I grab her arm and pull her back to the center,
rolling her onto her back. I get up and straddle her small hips. She lets out a
sound of annoyance as she turns her head away from me with her eyes still
closed.

 I reach out and trace her jawline with my fingers.
“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,” I say honestly. “No matter how hot you
look when you’re pissy.” I try to lighten her mood. It doesn’t work.

 She opens her sleepy eyes slowly and turns her
face to look up at me. “I don’t like it when you keep secrets from me.”

“I know but…”

 “No. You don’t know.” She runs her hands down her
face as she lets out a sound of aggravation. Then her hands hit my chest hard
and she pushes me back while she bucks her hips knocking me off of her. She
jumps out of bed before I can grab her. She starts to storm off to the bathroom
but comes to a halt at the end of our bed. She slowly turns around with her
mouth open and her eyes wide.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” She breathes with a
look of shock on her face.

 “What?” I ask getting out of bed as well.

 She lifts her hand and points a finger at me. “He
was right the whole time,” she whispers.

 “Who?”

 She looks up and her eyes meet mine. “Jax,” she
says as her voice rises.

“Don’t,” I growl. Why the fuck is she bringing him
up?

 “He knew. He told me outside of Larry’s that you
were the one lying to me, that you were hiding a secret about Tate.”

 I shake my head. “There’s no way he knew that.”

 “Quit acting like I don’t know what the fuck I’m
talking about,” she snaps. “You stood in our kitchen and yelled at me. Telling
me that you were mad at me for believing him when he was right the entire
time.” She trails off and then takes a step toward me.

 I throw my hands up—the gig is up. “I did,” I
confess harshly. “But that’s because he had no way of knowing that.”

 “He also said you spoke to him while we were in
New York? Is that true?”

My jaw clenches.

“Answer the fucking question,” she snaps.

“Yes,” I shout. “He called your cell. You were asleep
so I answered. He told me he was coming back. I didn’t bother to tell you. I
deleted the call and then called to have it blocked.” I try to make it as
simple as possible. I’m already in deep shit, might as well jump in.

“How could you?” she asks as her face twists in
pain. “All these lies.” She shakes her head.

 “These lies involve your fucked-up, druggie ex,” I
snap. “It’s not like I lied about another woman.” Fuck, Slade. Did you have to
bring up
another woman
?

 She storms toward me. “They involve my brother as
well you jackass,” she shouts. “But while we’re at it, do you have lies about
other women that you want to confess?”

 I roll my eyes and let out a growl. “I’ve never
cheated on you,” I grind out, clenching my teeth.

 “Oh that sounded sincere,” she retorts.

“Don’t fucking accuse me of something I didn’t do,”
I snap.

 “Don’t accuse me of not knowing what I’m talking
about,” she snaps back. She then huffs and spins around, storming off into the
bathroom, and I follow after her. She goes to slam the door in my face but I
lift my hand in time to stop it inches from my nose. I push it as hard as I
can, and it hits the wall with a thud.

“What are you doing? It’s midnight,” I snap.

 “Trying to get away from you. So, go away,” she
snaps walking into the shower and turning it on.

I follow in after her and step where my body is
right in front of hers and glare down at her. “Why are you being a bitch to
me?” I demand. “Nothing involving Jax should matter to you, and you know damn
well that I couldn’t tell you what Tate didn’t want you to know.”

“Don’t call me a bitch.” She reaches up and slaps
me with a look of hatred.

I grab a hold of her hand and spin her around
pressing her back into my front and pinning her arms to her chest. “Quit
fucking slapping me,” I growl as the sting still lingers on my face.

“Quit pissing me off,” she snaps. The wetness of
her body from the shower has her sliding her arms free from my hold, and she
jams her elbow into my side. She pulls away from me getting under the sprayer
keeping her back to me.

“Angel?” I growl.

 “I have nothing to say to you,” she responds in
that bitchy tone that has my temper rising.

 I open the shower door and catch sight of her silk
robe sitting by the tub. I walk over to it and pull the silk tie out of it. And
then turn back to the shower. If she doesn’t want to talk that’s fine, but I
won’t allow her to be mad at me over Jax. I’ll give her a reason to be pissed
at me.

I slam the door shut and walk back over to her. I
grab her arm, pulling her out from underneath the sprayer and drag her to the
other side of the shower where the other sprayer is. It’s not turned on at the
moment.

 “Slade,” she hisses as she tries to open her eyes,
but she can’t, her hair is soaked and covering half her face.

I grab a hold of her wrists and pull them in front
of her and quickly wrap the tie around them several times before tying a tight
knot. I spin her around to where she’s facing the wall.

 “Slade,” she snaps trying to get them free.
“Stop,” she demands but I just smile as I yank on the silk. It pulls her hands
up above her head and I tie the other end to the showerhead and then take a
step back from her.

 “What the fuck are you doing?” she shouts trying
to move her hair out of her face.

I sigh and cross my hands over my chest as I watch
her try to get loose. “I’m leaving you there until you lose this fucking
attitude,” I say with a careless shrug. It could take awhile

 “What?” she snaps. “I’m not fucking joking, Slade.
Untie me,” she demands once again.

I uncross my arms and walk up to her placing my
body up against hers. I lean down and pull all the hair off of face. “No,” I
whisper bending down to her ear.

 She huffs. “Just stop,” she says as her body sags
in defeat, knowing I’ve already got her where I want her, and I smile.

I run my hand around the side of her soft, slick
hip and down between her legs. She closes her thighs trying to keep me out but
all it does is trap my hand.

“No,” she says sternly. “Whatever you’re thinking
isn’t going to happen. I’m pissed off at you,” she states.

 I reach up with my free hand and place my hand
over her mouth. She tries to shake it off as she moves her head quickly but I
pull her head back and put more pressure over her mouth. “Just give it up,
baby.” She shakes her head once and pulls on her arms again. I look up hoping
she doesn’t have the strength to pull the showerhead from the wall. If she gets
free, she may skip right past slapping and punch me.

She mumbles something, and I ignore her attempt to
get me to remove my hand from her mouth. I take my feet and easily pry her legs
apart allowing my hand to slide further between her legs just where I want
them.

“No surprise,” I say with a laugh and her legs
tighten against mine as she tries to close them. No way, I’m much stronger than
her. She looks up and narrows her eyes on me. “Your pussy is all wet and ready
for me to fuck you,” I say before leaning down and nibble on her neck.

Her body gives a little shiver and she lets out a
long breath through her nose as I feel her neck go slack. “That’s right,
Angel.” I slide a finger deep into her pussy enjoying the wetness and the heat.
“Don’t fight it.” I enter another finger roughly and she goes up on her tiptoes
as she whimpers into my hand. I press my now hard cock into her lower back as I
continue to pleasure her with just my fingers. Her hands are stretched way
above her head and I’m still holding her head back at an uncomfortable position
with my hand over her mouth. Her pussy is so fucking wet with arousal it’s
running down my fingers.

“You like it when I do this, don’t you?” I say
nuzzling my face into her neck. I lick the cold water off her skin and then
bite down on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

 Her body shakes at the notion. “You’re mine,
Angel. And one thing about being mine is that I’m going to fuck you whenever
and however I want. Aren’t I?” I demand and she nods her head, the woman
doesn’t even have to think about it.

I smile into her neck. “Such a good girl,” I
whisper as I rub my thumb over her clit. I can feel her body getting closer to
coming as I work my fingers in and out of her roughly. It’s trying to fight me
on its own accord. She’s breathing heavy through her nose and her eyes are
closed, her legs are flexed against mine, and she’s up on her tiptoes. Just
when I think she’s there, I remove my fingers. She whimpers, the sound muffled
by my hand, and her body goes slack once again.

“You know how much you turn me on when you’re mad
at me?” She nods once again. “I think I’m going to make you work for this one.”

 She shakes her head, and I nod mine. “Yes.” She
tries to push me away with her ass. “Keep trying, baby. You’re just gonna wear
yourself out,” I warn. But I don’t want her to, I like it when she’s feisty and
fights me.

My hand slides its way up her growing belly, and I
cup one of her large breasts in my hand. I massage it roughly before pinching
her nipple hard as her body bucks. Her chest rises and falls quickly and her
skin is broke out in goosebumps. I don’t know if it’s ‘cause her wet body is
now cold from the lack of warm water or from my touch.

 “You know how much I want to make you pay for
slapping me?” I ask, and I feel her legs tremble against mine. “You want me to
make you pay, baby?” I pinch her nipple, and she nods her head again.

 I release her and spin her around to face me. The
tie holding up her bound wrists tightens from the twisting. She bows her head
as she sucks in air through her mouth. I place my hands in her wet, tangled
hair and lift her head to look her in the eyes.

“Slade?” she sighs heavily.

 “Yes?” I ask with a straight face not wanting to
show her how much that still affects me.