“I can imagine sinking my dick into her—”
Stephen’s cup shattered on the table top, and he lunged for Tate. Sean and Lucas stopped him with their hands on his arms holding him back. Cadeon moved closer.
“Do you feel the burn? The gut-clenching agony of thinking of another man touching her? Do you feel the need to claim her to make sure no man can mistake who she belongs to?” Cadeon asked.
Stephen was breathing hard to try to control himself. Staring at Tate he saw the other man smirk.
“No offense, Stephen. Ursula is hot, but I love Rebecca. I don’t want your woman. We were trying to show you how you felt.”
“I don’t feel like that. I don’t like you talking shit about her.” He denied everything coursing through him. For so long he’d believed he didn’t feel any part of the possession the other men at the club felt. The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. “I’ve got to get that.”
Lucas and Sean let him go, slowly. He would have loved to clock them one. Instead, he grabbed his phone, flicking it open. He didn’t recognise the number.
“Hello,” he said.
“Stephen, is that you?” Ursula asked.
“What’s the matter?” He knew if she was calling it couldn’t be good.
“Do you remember your offer?”
“Yes.”
Yelling came over the line followed by an unmistakable shout from Ursula screaming to be left alone.
“Would you come and get me? Paul took the next step, and I don’t know how long the lock is going to keep on the door.”
“I’m on my way. I know where you live. You don’t need to tell me your address.”
“Hurry. And don’t phone the police. I don’t want them to know.”
“They might be alerted already if he’s causing enough problems,” Stephen said.
“I know, but if they haven’t been alerted then please don’t. I don’t want that kind of attention. Please, hurry and stop pissing about.” She clicked off, making him laugh even though he shouldn’t. “I’ve got to go.”
“What’s going on?” Sean asked.
“Ursula’s in trouble. I’m going to go help her.”
“I’ll come with you,” Sean and Lucas said together.
“I’ve got to get home,” Cadeon said.
Tate and Kevin made their excuses before leaving. Stephen didn’t argue and let Sean and Lucas follow behind him. The journey was short as he broke most of the speeding laws to get to her. If he found her in any other state than perfect he’d kill the bastard. Her apartment didn’t have a machine to buzz him in. He opened the door, which was unlocked, and ran up the stairs to her door. Stephen had memorised her address when she’d given it to him for work.
Sean and Lucas were behind him as he knocked. Seconds later he came face to face with her boyfriend. He wore a stained white vest, his belly causing the bottom to ride up. Looking up, Stephen saw he was unshaven and looked ready to do violence.
Stephen clenched his fists ready to pummel the bastard. This man had mistreated his woman. He’d lost any right to call himself a man. As he went to throw the first swing, Lucas stopped him. “We’re not here to deal with him.”
“What do you want?” Paul said, running his hand over his nose. Stephen was repulsed by the sight of him. He pushed the man out of the way calling Ursula’s name. “Ursula, it’s Stephen. Come out.” The door in the corner looked positive. He stood in the doorway as she was walking around the bed.
“You came,” she said.
“I said I would.” He opened his arms, and she went into them willingly. She wasn’t crying. He felt her body shaking. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
She nodded her head. He was pleased she didn’t argue with him. Stephen wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. Staring at his surroundings, he knew Paul had trashed her apartment. He took hold of her hand then walked over to her boyfriend.
“You get out of this place by noon tomorrow, or I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”
“So, you’re the rich lover-boy. How can you cope to be with her? She’s f**king fat and useless in the sack. You’ll need to cover her head with a bag to be able to f**k her.”
Stephen was about to pound his face in. Ursula pulled away from him and slapped Paul round the face. “I was good enough for you. I can’t believe I lowered myself to let you near my body.”
She looked angry, pissed, and Stephen winced as she kneed Paul in the groin. He took her hand, walking out of the apartment.
Once outside the building, she stopped by his car.
“I like her,” Lucas said.
“Me, too,” Sean said.
He said goodnight to the other two men then helped her inside his car. Once he was settled inside the car, he started the engine and began driving towards his own house.
“I’m really sorry about calling you,” she said.
“Don’t be. I asked you to. I’d be upset if you didn’t.” He rounded a bend. “That was a great knee kick. Remind me to never piss you off.”
“You always piss me off, Stephen. You’ve never insulted me. What he said was cruel, and I didn’t like it.”
He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers while he drove the last few miles to his house.
The rest of the journey went by in silence. When they got inside, he lifted her face to the light for him to check her over.
“I’m fine. He barely touched me.”
“Your face looks red. He slapped you at least once.” She nodded, and he wanted to go out and kick the bastard in the balls himself. “Let’s get you something cold to put on that. I don’t like the thought of you bruising.”
He led the way into the kitchen. There was a bag of unopened sweet corn in the freezer. “Here, put this on.” He pressed the bag to her cheek. She winced but held it over her cheek.
“Can you get brain freeze holding it like his?” she asked. He laughed, caressing her cheek for a second. She licked her lips, and his gaze dropped to the fullness of her lips.
Clearing his throat, he removed his jacket. He waited a few minutes for her to get too cold. When she handed the bag back to him, he washed the bag before putting it back.
“I’ll show you to your room. You can get some rest.” The tension had climbed in the room. He felt the electricity sizzling beneath the surface. The tiny hairs on his arms stood to attention. She followed behind him. The feeling of dominance that surrounded him made him pause on the stairs. Closing his eyes for a second, he tried to get his mind to control his actions.