Clearing her throat, Sissy walked up to him. She kept her hands down at her sides and her eyes focused on his Adam’s apple. “Would you like to partake of sexual intercourse again?”

Mitch frowned. “What the hell are you doing?”

She stomped her foot. “I’m trying to keep this unemotional, dumb ass. Now work with me.”

“Okay. Okay.” Now he cleared his throat. “Yes. I’d be quite pleased to partake of sexual intercourse with you…again.”

Sissy nodded and took a step closer. Her breasts grazed against his chest, and Mitch fought back a shudder of pure pleasure. Leaning down, he kissed her on the mouth. She kissed him back, her mouth closed, her eyes open. That seemed safe enough. So Mitch stroked his hand down her back and rested it on her ass. He didn’t squeeze or anything, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

Her ass was made for squeezing.

But then suddenly, Sissy snarled, “Bastard,” and dug her hands into his hair, and her mouth was on his. She lifted up her legs until they wrapped around his waist.

Mitch swiped another condom off the couch. He’d planned to head up the stairs, but he really couldn’t be bothered, so he slammed Sissy against the wall.

Concentrating on her neck, his mouth sucking against the soft skin while he slid on the condom, Sissy gasped and writhed against him. “Fuck me, Mitch. God, fuck me.”

He slammed into her so hard, Sissy’s head banged into the wall.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah,” she growled, her forehead against his shoulder. “Whatever. Just fuck me.”

Mitch pulled out and slammed back in, the sound of Sissy’s gasps and yelps against his ear. He picked up the pace, Sissy egging him on by digging her heels into his spine, her fingers into his shoulders.

“Harder,” she begged. Actually, it was more of an order. And Mitch didn’t care. There were times in a man’s life when he just needed to do what he was told. Especially when the woman telling him was milking him dry and taking him on the ride of his life.

But when Sissy came and her claws unleashed, tearing into his back, and Mitch roared out her name, he knew they were in the biggest trouble of their lives.

Chapter 15

They never even made it out of the living room. They’d tried. Several times. But they always ended up doing it on the furniture or the stairs or the floor.

Man, she’d have a lot of cleaning up to do before her parents got home. Her father probably wouldn’t notice, but her mother…shit.

Sissy struggled to roll over since Mitch’s arm was across her back and it was damn heavy. By the time she rolled to her back, she looked up to see Ronnie and Dee on the other side of the picture window by the door. Ronnie was busy writing “whore” on the glass withher finger before the pair doubled over laughing.

Idiots.

Sissy tried to fling Mitch’s arm off, but it wasn’t moving.

“Hey.” Nothing. “Hey!”

Mitch’s head snapped up. “Huh? What?”

“Move.”

He blinked those gold eyes at her, and she felt an answering tug in her pussy. See? This would never do!

“I’m not getting any morning nookie?” he asked.

“No. Move.”

“You’re cranky,” he complained as he moved his arm, slipping his hand under his cheek and closing his eyes.

He was right, which annoyed her more. She wasn’t normally cranky in the mornings unless she’d done some serious drinking the night before. So she mumbled, “Sorry.” And got to her feet.

Grabbing the blanket off the floor and wrapping it around her body, she went to the front door and stepped out onto the porch. “What’s up?”

“Wanna go down to Parson’s Lake?” Parson’s Lake wasn’t attached to the lake Ralph lived in, so it had become the summer hot spot around Smithtown.

“Yeah. Sure. Give me ten minutes.”

Ronnie glanced inside and raised her eyebrows. “Maybe twenty would be better?”

“Don’t start.”

Dee’s gaze on Mitch was unflinching when she finally said, “Lord, he’s hung like a stallion.”

Laughing, Ronnie walked toward the car, Dee behind her, and Sissy slammed the door.

Mitch grinned. “Like a stallion, eh?”

“Don’t start,” she repeated and headed up the stairs.

Once in the bathroom, she turned on the shower and dropped the blanket. She looked at herself and winced a bit. She had bruises on her back, hips, ass, and shoulders. Shoulders? Then she remembered Mitch holding her by her ankles and…forget it. If she started thinking about any of that, she’d never get out of here.

“Are you pissed at me or something?”

Mitch stood in the doorway, rubbing his left eye with his fist and watching her with his right.

“No,” she answered honestly. “I’m not pissed at you. Just hope we didn’t do something stupid.”

“What do you mean? Like when I had you by your ankles, and I—”

“No,” she desperately cut him off. “Not that specifically. All of it.”

“We have boundaries, don’t we?” And he drew the little square with his fingers. “Remember? You made me swear.”

Yeah, she had. But now she didn’t know if she could keep her own promise. Or even if she wanted to. And that only made her feel ridiculously weak.

“Right. I remember.”