his massive arms over his puffed up chest.
"I'm not stuck-up."
"Yes, you are. You're an elitist bitch, and you think you're better than everyone else," he snaps, making me gasp at the insult.
"No, I don't. And you're the one being a judgmental jerk."
He barks out a laugh. "A judgmental jerk? Is that the best you can do? What else you got for me, ice princess?"
"You know, I'm really getting tired of your snarky comments about me being a spoiled rich girl," I tell him. Setting my computer down I get to my feet, slapping my fists on my hips to show him I'm seriously tired of his attitude.
Jackson smiles in response, like I'm missing out on some inside joke. "But if I didn't make 'snarky comments' then I wouldn't get to see you like this, trying to look angry."
That momentarily catches me off guard. "You…intentionally provoke me?" I ask in confusion.
"Hell yes. And unlike the asshole on the phone, I wouldn't spank the shit out of you to punish your smart mouth. I'd fuck you so good you'd forget your name, along with whatever it was you were pissed about. You wouldn't be able to sit down the next day, but only because you'd beg me to keep pounding my cock into you until you pass the fuck out."
I’m paralyzed by his crude words, mostly offended, but a small part of me is so instantly aroused I think I might combust where I stand. It's the annoying anatomy between my thighs, pulsing and suddenly so wet the moisture coats the inside of my panties.
"You can't…that’s not..." I stutter.
"Quick, what were you pissed about less than thirty seconds ago?" Jackson asks.
"Ah, what?" I'm drawing a blank about everything in my life prior to the speech he just gave. I know my name is Page...something-another. That's it, that's all I've got.
"I guess I don't need to fuck you to make you forget since just talking dirty does the trick." Jackson doubles over with a full belly laugh. "You should see your face, princess. Priceless !"
He's making fun of me, taunting me. He didn't actually mean any of the things he said, he was just trying to get a rise out of me. "You're an a-hole."
"Well, this ass hole does have food ready if you're hungry," he says before heading back down the hallway still chuckling.
Since it's either stand in their living room and sulk or finally have something to eat after a full day of going without, I follow him. The house smells delicious, like green peppers and sautéed onions. Just inhaling the aroma has my empty stomach growling.
Quickly finding the kitchen, Jackson thrusts an empty plate in my direction before he sits down, joining his dad and brother at the dining table with his plate of food. It's then that I finally notice what's missing. Where is their mother? Jackson has never once mentioned her.
I decide it's none of my business, and after making two fajitas, I take the empty seat beside Jude, mostly just to annoy Jackson since he thinks I was flirting with his brother.
I fold up my tortilla tightly, noticing Jude and Jackson forgo the shells and are only eating meat and vegetables, and lean down to take a bite. Holy moly, these things are delicious! When I open my eyes from savoring the flavor all three men are looking at me.
"Do I have something on my face?" I ask, grabbing my napkin and patting the corners of my lips.
"You eat funny," Jackson says before digging his fork back into his food.
"What?"
"You're all delicate and shit, like a girl," Jude explains.
"Um, okay?"
"We're not used to having any ladies join us for dinner," their dad explains from the head of the table. "One of my sons is a whore and the other is celibate. Between the two I may never have daughter-in-laws or non-bastard grandchildren."
I can't hold in my snort of amusement. It's hilarious that he's so blunt!
"That's definitely unladylike," Jude says in response, which causes warmth to spread across my cheeks. "Now you fit in a little better with us."
"Gee, thanks," I mutter. "And thanks for letting me
"I'm not stuck-up."
"Yes, you are. You're an elitist bitch, and you think you're better than everyone else," he snaps, making me gasp at the insult.
"No, I don't. And you're the one being a judgmental jerk."
He barks out a laugh. "A judgmental jerk? Is that the best you can do? What else you got for me, ice princess?"
"You know, I'm really getting tired of your snarky comments about me being a spoiled rich girl," I tell him. Setting my computer down I get to my feet, slapping my fists on my hips to show him I'm seriously tired of his attitude.
Jackson smiles in response, like I'm missing out on some inside joke. "But if I didn't make 'snarky comments' then I wouldn't get to see you like this, trying to look angry."
That momentarily catches me off guard. "You…intentionally provoke me?" I ask in confusion.
"Hell yes. And unlike the asshole on the phone, I wouldn't spank the shit out of you to punish your smart mouth. I'd fuck you so good you'd forget your name, along with whatever it was you were pissed about. You wouldn't be able to sit down the next day, but only because you'd beg me to keep pounding my cock into you until you pass the fuck out."
I’m paralyzed by his crude words, mostly offended, but a small part of me is so instantly aroused I think I might combust where I stand. It's the annoying anatomy between my thighs, pulsing and suddenly so wet the moisture coats the inside of my panties.
"You can't…that’s not..." I stutter.
"Quick, what were you pissed about less than thirty seconds ago?" Jackson asks.
"Ah, what?" I'm drawing a blank about everything in my life prior to the speech he just gave. I know my name is Page...something-another. That's it, that's all I've got.
"I guess I don't need to fuck you to make you forget since just talking dirty does the trick." Jackson doubles over with a full belly laugh. "You should see your face, princess. Priceless !"
He's making fun of me, taunting me. He didn't actually mean any of the things he said, he was just trying to get a rise out of me. "You're an a-hole."
"Well, this ass hole does have food ready if you're hungry," he says before heading back down the hallway still chuckling.
Since it's either stand in their living room and sulk or finally have something to eat after a full day of going without, I follow him. The house smells delicious, like green peppers and sautéed onions. Just inhaling the aroma has my empty stomach growling.
Quickly finding the kitchen, Jackson thrusts an empty plate in my direction before he sits down, joining his dad and brother at the dining table with his plate of food. It's then that I finally notice what's missing. Where is their mother? Jackson has never once mentioned her.
I decide it's none of my business, and after making two fajitas, I take the empty seat beside Jude, mostly just to annoy Jackson since he thinks I was flirting with his brother.
I fold up my tortilla tightly, noticing Jude and Jackson forgo the shells and are only eating meat and vegetables, and lean down to take a bite. Holy moly, these things are delicious! When I open my eyes from savoring the flavor all three men are looking at me.
"Do I have something on my face?" I ask, grabbing my napkin and patting the corners of my lips.
"You eat funny," Jackson says before digging his fork back into his food.
"What?"
"You're all delicate and shit, like a girl," Jude explains.
"Um, okay?"
"We're not used to having any ladies join us for dinner," their dad explains from the head of the table. "One of my sons is a whore and the other is celibate. Between the two I may never have daughter-in-laws or non-bastard grandchildren."
I can't hold in my snort of amusement. It's hilarious that he's so blunt!
"That's definitely unladylike," Jude says in response, which causes warmth to spread across my cheeks. "Now you fit in a little better with us."
"Gee, thanks," I mutter. "And thanks for letting me
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