Page 8 of The Monster and the Masochist

Sienna rolled her head back, exposing the feminine line of her throat to me, and I groaned, running my tongue up the side of her neck.

“Noted,” I murmured, inhaling the fruity scent of whatever cheap body mist she’s sprayed on. “No fucking up with the Russian. Got it.” I rocked Sienna harder into my thigh, and she let out a delicious little mewling sound that did all kinds of shit to my insides.

The door to the changeroom burst open, and Callum barreled in. He had a huge goofy grin on his face, which immediately disappeared when he took in the fight bunny that was currently rolling her little jean shorts into my hip.

He forced his giant foam finger between us and used it to shoo her off my lap.

“Get out of here, toots. This room is for friends and family only.”

“Cal, what the fuck?!” I snapped, and Sienna let out an equally indignant screech that made my lip curl in annoyance.

She screeched like that in bed sometimes. I would have to remember to gag her. Happily, she was usually down for a little bondage.

“Theo wants me here!” she protested, but Cal just rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t. Get out. If she still wants to fuck you later, I’m sure she won’t have a hard time finding you,” he grumbled, glaring at Sienna. “You’re a walking asthma attack. This whole room smells like a Yankee Candle store.”

I groaned and slid down in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Jesus, Cal. Tone it down.”

He turned his angry brown eyes on me and growled.

“Have you met me? I couldn’t tone it down if I tried. Besides, we need to talk about that last round. What the fuck was that? That was some bullshit. It was almost like you wanted her to hit you. Ryan’s gonna be pissed if you break your nose or some shit this close to the wedding.”

“The wedding is weeks away. Plus, Naomi is sick with makeup. I’ll just get her to fix me up if it comes to that.”

“It shouldn’t have to come to that! You’re better than this. You could have taken that chick out in the first five minutes. Why didn’t you?”

Sienna threw the ice pack on the ground and made a harumph noise before storming out of the changeroom, obviously irritated that no one was paying attention to her anymore.

I sighed, staring at her ass as she went.

“Hey! Earth to Theo!” Cal waved his giant foam finger in front of my face. I reluctantly turned back to look at him.

Both he and Coach were giving me equally unimpressed looks.

“I don’t know what you two are so pissed about. I won, didn’t I?” I grumbled, scooping up the discarded ice pack and pressing it against my swollen cheek.

Callum narrowed his eyes, and I rolled mine.

“Whatever, don’t look at me like that. Especially not after scaring Sienna away. She would have been an easy lay.”

I was legitimately pretty butt-hurt that he’d cunt blocked me. I liked fucking Sienna. She was slutty and never expected anything more than a few orgasms from me. It made things simple.

“You shouldn’t be fucking random groupies. What about Cass?”

I glared at him.

“What about Cass?” I snapped.

“The deal was you help me lock down your brother, and I help you get with Cass.”

“No, the deal was I would help you with Ryan, and you would give me your sister’s number. Which you did. It’s not your fault she doesn’t have any interest in responding when I text her.”

It was hard not to feel bitter about this.

This was why I stayed away from straight girls.