Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

Stepping in front of her, I shoved my hand under her hair, squeezing the base of her neck. She moaned and tipped her head back, watching me from under hooded eyes. “I’m not arguing with you. Not tonight. You’re coming inside with me. If I have to toss your pretty little arse over my shoulder, I will.” Not waiting—because I knew this girl now, and she would fight me for the hell of it—I tucked her under my arm and strode into my building. She stumbled, but my hold was so firm, there wasn’t a chance for her to fall. Her toes barely skimmed the ground, and she clung tight to my jacket. I should have been ashamed by how much I liked her clinging to me, but I wasn’t. Not in the least. The elevator ride was fast, and I kept Iris in my arms. She shoved at me, but not hard enough to call it a real protest. And when she stopped fighting, her fingers worked on my tie, tugging the knot loose and running her fingers along the silk. Once I had her in my apartment, door locked, alarm set, I released a heavy breath. Iris separated herself from me and walked into the living room like she owned it. Kicking off her shoes on the way, her toes curled into the plush carpet in front of my couch. I held my hand out to her. “C’mere.” To my surprise, she came, grasping my hand and stepping on my toes. She looped her arm around my neck and hopped up to wrap her legs around my waist. I gripped her bottom on instinct, but once I was there, I squeezed each cheek. Iris wasn’t a big woman, but her arse ...