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“Thanks,” I reply, picturing the mangled carcass of her ex in front of me. “I appreciate the time.”
As he hangs up, my eyes shift to Gideon walking down the stairs. “What did he say?” he asks, grabbing the jug of water from the table and pouring himself a glass.
“He’s gonna work on that plea,” I respond as he sits down.
“How’s he getting the messages to her?”
“She said she thinks it’s his cousin. It could be anyone. Apparently, he has money. Micah Korhonen. You heard of him?”
Gideon’s eyes narrow. “Um… No. I don’t think so.”
At the ping of my phone, my eyes slide to it in anticipation of seeing a message from her, only to receive another of the pleasantries my father has been bombarding me with today.
“You seeing her today?” asks Gideon.
I drop my elbow to the table, running my hand through my hair, contemplating what I told her last night—that I’d be picking her up to take her to dinner and later… dessert.
My body has been twitching since I got up this morning, my fingers yearning for the touch of her skin, my eyes searching for hers, my tongue aching for the taste of her.
I made myself come again before getting up, picturing that open wet pussy in front of me. Walking away from that took self-restraint I’m glad to have found out I had, but which left my cock throbbing as I walked home before jumping into the shower and pumping the cum out of it as I pictured that tight little pussy being filled up by me.
I’m desperate for her. I’m desperate to lie back and watch her ride me. I’d desperate to pin her hands to the floor and fuck her for so long that she wilts underneath me.
But since this morning, the realities of my life, my proclivities have caused a sense of unease to trickle into my body.
Pinning her down so that the only thing moving her body is my cock, I know she could handle. I already know from the way she responds to my instruction that she enjoys submission.
The issue is where she can handle my desire to bind and blindfold her, the whipping and paddling, my desire to bite into her, to cutting off her airway as I fuck her.
It’s how I get pleasure—submission and control. The women I’ve been with before have lined up for it, but her, with the damage that’s already been done to her, I don’t know if I want to inflict my tastes upon her.
And it’s not just about that. I’m a lot more messed up than she’s even begun to realize. I saw the look in her eyes when I told her I wasn’t relationship material. I know I’d end up hurting her. I can feel it.
As I contemplate the reality that the only thing amanlike me could bring her is misery, my body grows cold as if plunged into a winter lake.
I glance up at Gideon whose keen brown eyes appraise me warmly.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “I was supposed to, but…”
“But what?” he asks, taking another sip of water and placing it down onto a black ceramic coaster.
“We’re not compatible, Gideon. You know that as well as I do.”
He shrugs. “It’s a holiday romance, Grey. You don’t have to be compatible. You don’t have to take everything so fucking seriously.”
His words only amplify my frustration at how fucking out of control I feel, unable to comprehend why I care the way I do, why I hunger for her in a way I’ve never experienced before.
What the fuck is this dark magic?
“How about all four of us go out?” he says. “You, me, Fran and Indie? You take Indie back to her place. I’ll bring Fran back here, or vice versa.”
“You like her?” I ask. “Fran?”
He shrugs. “I don’t give a shit who rides my cock this week, Grey, as long as someone does. In fact, wasn’t it you who said those exact words to me six months ago when we were in Key West?” The asshole leans into me, knocking on the table. “Um, hello, has anyone seen my friend Greyson? Coz I’ve got no idea who the fuck this new guy is.”
“Join the club,” I respond grimly.
“Look, her chastity vow, or whatever that thing is, is over this afternoon at the end of their retreat, right? So just do what you came here to do—fuck the woman and get her out of your system. I mean, the heat between you two is practically its own weather system at this point. She’ll probably thank you at the end. Why are you even depriving the poor woman like this?”
