Pulling a gun on the father of the woman I'd just slept with, directly after the act too, was probably not one of the wisest decisions I've ever made. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all it's probably something I'll never do again. But I'd thought the man had figured me out. It was either that or he was going to fire me for sleeping with his daughter which is why I did what I did. I thought it was a 'now-or-never' kind of situation. Turns out I was wrong, very wrong.

Adriana has wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Now that I'm not her guard anymore she doesn't really have to have anything to do with me. I'm here under her family's protection, just like she is. And even though Luke put me in the same wing as Adriana, much to Denver's chagrin, you would think we were worlds apart. Whenever I saw her in passing she wouldn't even throw a glance in my direction. She paid me zero attention. None.

I can't stand it.

I had gotten used to Adri's incessant teasing, her flirtatiousness and constant need to fill the empty air with chatter. Her playfulness and smile, the way she mocked Thomas, all of the things that made Adriana Adriana, I missed all of that. She's a different breed of woman, one that I hadn't even realized had become my favorite.

One week of complete silence from her was maddening. All it did was make my thoughts swirl and center around her. I hadn't even realized just how much I'd let her in, how much she'd become part of my day-to-day, because now that she's not a part of it I feel like I'm missing something. I've become attached.

"How is she today?" I ask Thomas who's standing outside of the theater room. He just gives me a grimace. "That bad?"

"She told me to 'suck a duck and leave her the fuck alone'." It takes everything in me not to laugh. "She's a ray of sunshine, as always." The look on his face says she is exactly the opposite of that. When I take a step toward the door he eyes me seriously. "Hey man, I don't think she's in the mood to see you." Something about him telling me I can't see her pisses me off on a level I did not expect. Thomas looks like he understands that as he raises his hands with, "but, by all means, if you want to try and give it a go, go right ahead."

I stare at the door and deliberate knocking. One half of my says it's the courteous thing to do and the other half of me says she'll just bitch and tell me not to come in. Knowing the latter, I decide to just go with my gut and open the door. She's currently flopped on top of the oversized beanbag chair thing watching, what would appear to be, some kind of reality dating show. She's cradling a box of tissues in one hand and cupping her mouth with the other in astonishment.

"Looks like it's a helluva show." No more than a second later is that tissue box launched at my head. I easily dodge it and then pick it up off the floor as I go over to her.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Her voice matching that of a feral cat as do her features as she turns off what she'd been watching.

"I came to see you. I would think that's apparent." I toss the box down beside her.

"Yeah, well I would think that I have made it more than apparent that I do not want to see you." She hops up rather agilely from her spot on the beanbag. When she goes to make it for the door I snatch her arm with my hand. "I suggest you let me go or I will call for Thomas to come wipe the floor with your ass."

"I think both you and I know that Thomas could not 'wipe the floor with my ass'." She shrugs, looking away from me like doesn't care regardless and maybe even like she'd like to see him try. "I have explained everything that happened to you, Adriana. I don't understand why you continue to give me the cold shoulder. Why do you keep ignoring me?" Because it's driving me absolutely fucking insane.

She doesn't look at me as she tosses her hands out in nonchalance with, "what can I say? You're not my guard anymore and the sex was mediocre at best so there's really no other reason to want to be around you."

Mediocre at best. Mediocre. At. Best. Mediocre at fucking best?

"So can you let my arm go now?" She jerks it slightly against my grip looking bored with our conversation. "Seriously, Braxton, let my arm go so I can find some better company. Please and thanks."

"Look me in the face and say all that shit again." She lets out a long sigh that would suggest she's irritated and bored. Her eyes find mine and hold them for what feels like the first time in forever. "Say it again." Those greys of hers simmer as she looks me over. It's not like they had the other day when I'd been on top of her. Not like when I'd been between her thighs while we came down from our mutual pleasure. No. The way they are burning right now is with a mixture of ardor and loathing. "You can't, can you?"

"Let. Me. Go." She tears her arm away from me and then shoves against me with seemingly everything in her. The act has me stumbling back slightly. "Don't fucking grab me like that again. Don't handle me." Her tone had gone breathy which would suggest she would very much like me to do exactly that.

"You mean like this?" I grab her by the shoulders then slam her against the door. "Handle you like this?" Those burning angry orbs flash up at me and I have never wanted to get lost in a person as bad as I do right now.

"Let go of me."

"No."

"I said," her hands shove against me then thread into my shirt, "let me fucking go." Though those were the words out of her mouth, those hands of hers are pulling me closer.

I take one of my own and grip her chin and jaw firmly before running my thumb over her lips like I had done the last time we'd been together. Her mouth falls open obediently so I let my thumb graze her tongue then her teeth. She bites down on me so hard it almost hurts, almost, but then she sucks the digit inside, teasing it with her tongue. When she pops it out of her mouth I bring my grasp to her throat, clutching it slightly before continuing my downward descent. I linger on her curves, reveling in the way her body trembles beneath me. She's so responsive to my touch. And regardless of the fact that mere moments ago she'd told me to not handle her, her body is begging me to do just that.

My fingers trace the hem of her pants as I lean down to her ear, "what was it you were saying to me a few minutes ago?" Those hands of hers clutch my shirt tighter as I dip inside. I'm met with a warm wetness as I slide my middle digit between her lips then circle her needy clit. "Hmm? What was that?" A little throaty gasp leaves her when I push up inside of her. Languidly I pump in and out of her as I palm her achey clit. "Something about sex with me being mediocre at best?"

"Mhmm." She's just able to make the noise between her whimpers.

"Is that right?" I pick up the pace of my movements and Adri's body moves in time with them, seeking release, but I don't give it to her. Right when I know she's about to hit her pinnacle I stop and then take my hand away. When I stand to my full height again and look down on her she's eyeing me in furious disbelief.

"Braxton, what the fuck?"

"Mediocre at best, remember?" She glares at me. "Unless you want to take that statement back." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks away from me. She's seriously deliberating and I find it quite adorable watching Adri fight between her stubbornness and her horniness. But in reality I'd do just about anything to bring those eyes back to me. I take my shirt off and toss it to the side which has her gaze flickering over my body and biting the inside of her cheek. "Still not sold?" Her lips purse and her eyes wander down, lingering on another rather hard part of me. I undo my belt then reach inside of my underwear, giving my cock a few strokes. Now that has her uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips. "How about now?" I pull my dick out completely which is something I have noticed does her in.

"You hardly play fair."

"Thought my dick game was mediocre?"

"It is." She's looking at me defiantly but there's also a little playful glimmer. "The sex is entirely mediocre." Adriana brings her shirt up, slowly lifting it over her breasts, making them bounce quite deliciously, before discarding the item. "I don't even know why I'm even entertaining the idea of doing it again." She slides her pants down and then steps out, leaving her completely naked in front of me. "It's quite ridiculous of me to think that a bear of a man would be good in bed." The nickname makes a warmth spread throughout my chest. "I suppose I should've known better than to—" I crash my lips on hers, devouring the words out of her mouth. Her tongue pushes against mine hungrily as her hands fist in my hair, arms and legs clinging to me desperately. I give her what she wants which is me picking her up off her feet, slamming her against the door. Those legs wrap around me and my bare cock rubs against the wetness between her thighs. She feels amazing, so fucking good, and I realize that I have missed this woman so much more than I had even begun to fathom. "I want you," she moans out, breaking our kiss, "so bad."

"Say it again," I groan into the skin of her neck.

"I want you, Braxton. I want you so fucking bad." I bite down on her nipple causing her back to arch into me and her pussy lips to stroke my cock perfectly. I want to be inside her but I don't have a fucking condom. "Please. Oh fuck, pleaseee." And just like that I feel all of my resolve crumble. With one movement I slide myself up inside of her.

A/N:
These two are back at it again.

Happy Thirstday!