Dirty Like Us

him in, you give him power.”
Coop’s eyes narrowed a little as he looked me over and every muscle in my body coiled tight. Pretty sure he could smell the lust and aggravation rolling off me, but he just shrugged. “Sorry, man.”
He started to close the door but I stopped it with my hand.
“Coming in to talk to Maggie,” I said evenly. “You can step aside or I can take this shit right through you.”
He sized me up again and I flexed my other hand at my side, a couple of knuckles cracking as I made a fist. Adrenalin surged through me. Never woulda thought Coop had it in him, but shit. Was he actually considering fighting me for Maggie?
I’d spent years as a kid getting the shit kicked outta me by dudes way tougher and way meaner than Coop, and you got a clue, you lose enough fights, eventually you learn how to win. Which meant Coop took me on, he was so gonna lose this fight.
He knew it, too.
“Whatever,” he muttered and opened the door.
“For fuck’s sake, Zane!” Maggie scrambled off the bed, yanking her shirt down to cover herself. She was still wearing Coop’s T-shirt. “What do you want?”
“Want?” I met her in the middle of the room and once I was in her face, I leveled her with a hard, simmering eye-fuck, seeing as that was the only way I ever got to fuck her. “You really want an answer to that, babe?”
“You two got some shit to sort out?” Coop asked, standing off to the side, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“Yup,” I said, in the exact same breath that she said, “No.”
We stood there a foot apart, me eye-fucking her and vibrating with adrenalin, my dick standing at attention, her glaring up at me with her chest heaving and not blinking.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna go.”
“Cool,” I said, as Coop headed for the door. “Coupla girls in the other room. They’re yours if you want. Just take ’em with you when you go.”
“Alright, brother.”
Maggie’s jaw dropped.
“Andy.” She looked from me to him as he paused in the doorway. Then she walked over to him. “I have your shirt,” she said, clearly unable to process what the fuck was going on.
“Keep it,” he said. Then he gave her a chaste little kiss on the forehead and left, shutting the door behind himself.
Maggie drew a deep, ragged breath, then let it out between her clenched teeth. Her shoulders dropped as she turned to me.
“Are you kidding me?”
I shrugged. “He scares easy, Maggs. And he was pretty quick to replace you. Better you find that out now.”
She stood there raging, kinda like a baby bull about to charge. Then she took a few slow, measured breaths. She walked over and stood in front of me. Her gray eyes met mine, so fucking stunning against her honey-toned skin.
“I hope that amused you. Because it really fucking sucked for me.”
“Maggie—”
“Don’t. Coop’s a nice guy, and you just treated him like—”
“Coop’s a fucking pussy,” I ground out. “He just walked out on you. While you’re wearing his shirt. And why don’t you take that shit off? Take a shower while you’re at it, ’cause you stink like smarmy bass player.”
Yup.
Shit disturber.
But some things just needed to be said.
Maggie stared at me and an ugly, loaded, fucking terrible silence landed in the wake of my words. Her lips parted… then she shut her mouth. Her jaw spasmed, her eyelashes trembled, and for a horrible minute I thought she might cry.
Then she scowled instead and something raw flashed in her eyes, between hurt and rage.
“Yeah?” She whipped the shirt off over her head and flung it across the room. “Well, the shirt’s not the only thing he touched.” She stood there in her tiny, neon-green panties and nothing else, and my jaw went slack.
I had no words.
No. Fucking. Words.
I’d never seen so much of Maggie before. Couldn’t believe how much better the flesh was than my imagination, and I’d spent a helluva lot of time imagining her.
I drank in her petite curves, the soft swell of her breasts, her hard nipples a dark, dusky pink as her chest rose and fell with the force of her uneven breaths.
Then I swallowed, hard, and ground my teeth. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
Had to, or I was gonna grab her, slam her down on the bed and devour every inch of that gorgeous smooth skin.
“Guess I should take this off too.” She plucked at the see-through lace of her panties and my dick achieved a new level of hard, kinda like reinforced steel. Then her finger touched my chin, guiding my eyes up. “Go fuck yourself, Zane.”
“Okay,” I said. “If you’re into that, I can show you a few things.”
She made a little choked noise, shaking her head in disbelief. Her eyes never left mine and it was still there, the raw and the rage, her jaw hardening like she was fighting the urge to literally bite my head off.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she hissed. “Is that all you ever want? Seriously. What. The. Fuck.”
Then she launched herself at me.
Maggie was a small woman, but it took me so off-guard, it brought me to my knees as she smashed her mouth to mine. I caught her in my arms, just barely, and her legs went around my hips as she kissed me with a fucking vengeance, all angry lips and teeth, her hands clawing at my neck, her fingernails digging in.
Holy mother of fuck.
Maggie was kissing me.
I gripped her tight and kissed her back like my life, my very next breath, depended on it, my heart slamming a fucking dent in the wall of my chest as my brain completely spun out.
All I could think was, if I fucked her right here on the floor, would she hate me for it?
Because my gut was telling me to put her down… to let her go, to back the fuck off… that this wasn’t