Free Discovering Stella by K.M. Golland

and went to push past him. “I said I don’t care. It’s none of my business.”
    His arm shot out, forcing me to back up against the wall. I frowned and went to move the other way, but his other hand found the wall, caging me in. “I’m making it your business,” he said, eyeing me heatedly. “She cheated on me with my mate. I broke it off. She didn’t like that. The bitch doesn’t understand what ‘fuck off’ means. I was in the process of reminding her when you walked in.”
    “Lawson, get out of my way,” I warned, cringing and shifting my weight to ease the pain in my foot.
    Noticing my discomfort, he looked down and took hold of my leg, lifting it from the ground and bracing it against his hip.
    I gasped and slapped his hand away. “Don’t —”
    “Shut up,” he said softly, pushing his body against mine and supporting me against the wall.
    The feeling of his denim-covered erection rubbing against the cotton of my panties prompted an extinguished fire in my belly to ignite again. And with my heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsing in between my legs, my resolve wavered just slightly. “Don’t —” I protested again, but was cut off when his lips touched mine.
    Lawson gripped my leg tighter and slid his hand along the underside of my thigh, stopping when he reached my arse. The feel of his hand on my skin had me uncontrollably opening my mouth to moan, which was when he seized the opportunity and plunged his tongue inside. As if on autopilot, I kissed him back and placed my hands against his rock-hard chest, gripping his shirt with my fingers as our tongues stroked one another’s.
    God, he tasted good: a mixture of mint and beer, coupled with the scent of his aftershave and the hint of grease and petrol that always lingered even after he’d showered.
    I melted into him. “Stop.”
    “No, you taste too fucking good,” he mumbled, gripping me tighter, yet again ignoring my request.
    I pulled away and pressed my head against the wall. “I don’t want this.”
    Breathing hard, he gazed deep into my eyes, a challenging glint surfacing. Lawson then slowly crept his fingers along my thigh, stopping when they found my dampened panties. “You sure about that?” he asked with a cocky smirk.
    Before I could respond, the sound of the front door abruptly opening filled the house. “Stella!” Todd called out.
    I shoved Lawson hard — enough to break his hold on me — and limped toward the entrance where Todd was calling from. “Yeah, I’m here.”
    Rounding the corner with Meg, Todd stopped when he saw me hobbling. “Jesus! What happened? Where have you been?”
    “Bushwalking,” I answered sarcastically. “I’m fine.”
    He furrowed his brow. “Stella, I told you —”
    “Todd, please! I’m fine. I just want a bath and to go to bed. Sorry I worried you. My phone battery died and I couldn’t call. Seriously though, I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning,” I said with reassurance, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek and giving Meg an apologetic smile.
    Not wanting to hear another word from anyone, I made my way to the bathroom. Hopefully, the baths in Pittstown were magic and could not only erase the dirt from your skin, but could also erase the last ten minutes of your day.

S I X

 

 
    Push, don’t shove

 
 
    Stella limped past me with her head down, refusing to make eye contact and without so much as uttering a word. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think. Had I come on too strong? Fuck! Yeah, probably. But shit, she seemed to like it ... a lot!
    My cock was still making a statement in my pants, undoubtedly pissed off that I’d gotten him excited, then let the poor bastard down for the second night in a row. Soon, mate, soon. Good things come to cocks that wait. And damn, was Stella a good thing. That mouth, those lips ... her damp fucking underwear. Fuck! And fuck you, Todd, for coming home.
    Continuing on to the kitchen, I sucked in my frustration and acknowledged