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I move for the door again and he blocks my path, eyes blazing with indignation. “Don’t you dare try to pretend you only started hating me after I outed you,” he growls.
“You were a dick to me well before then and I’d never done anything to you.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie, Macey. We both know the truth. But unlike you, I’m not holding on to a stupid high school grudge. I don’t give a shit what a prick you were in high school, I care that you haven’t changed in twenty years. You’re still selfish and unreliable and thoughtless.”
I glare at him, refusing to let on how much his words sting. “You callmeselfish? You’re the biggest fucking egotist on the planet. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”
Alastor’s eyes blaze with a harsh fury that I know must be reflected in my own gaze. We stare at each other for a long, charged moment, and then we move. I’m not sure who reaches first, but it doesn’t really matter. Our lips crash in a wild, angry kiss that has fire burning through my body, melting my bones to lava.
Alastor spins me around and slams me face-first into the door, his teeth sinking into my neck as his hands scramble to shove my jeans down my thighs. And then his dick is thrusting deep inside me, the only lubricant is what’s left over from earlier. It’s fierce and angry and painful and perfect.
This is never going to end...the thought hits me like a ton of bricks as I revel in every hard, deep thrust. Even when we’re furious at each other we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. I still want him even when he’s spewing insults at me. It’s not healthy, but I don’t care. I just want. I just need.
I come in an unexpected rush, painting the bedroom door, and Alastor follows seconds after.
As though the anger has slipped away with the orgasm, his arms wrap tight around me and he nuzzles at my head, breathing heavy. “I’m sorry about the book,” he murmurs. “I should have tossed it agas ago.”
I nod, accepting the apology. I guess I can’t really blame him; if I’d come across a book full of insults about him a few years ago I probably would have revelled in it as well.
“Am I really selfish?” I ask hesitantly, not sure I want to know the answer.
He takes a long moment to answer, causing my insides to knot up with dread. “Yes and no. You care too much about what other people think, and you commit to things to make them happy, and then you bail on those commitments. It’s like you’re not selfish enough when you should be and that makes you seem more selfish when it’s really inconvenient to everyone around you. You can also be really impulsive, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but can make things really difficult for the people around you and is another thing that can make you appear selfish.” He lets out a soft sigh, nuzzling at my head again. “I don’t hate you anymore, Macey. I understand you a lot better now and I know the perception I always had of you was skewed.”
I’m thoughtful for a moment, a little blown away by how relieved I am to know Alastor no longer hates me. Weird. Finally, I decide to reward his honesty with some of my own. “I was jealous,” I admit.
“Huh?”
“In high school. That’s why I was always such a dick to you. I was jealous.”
“Of...fuck—because I was friends with Trent?”
I shrug. “That was part of it. But mostly...you were out, and it was totally fine. You were popular, and you played footy, and you were gay, and it was just fine. And I envied that so much. And then when I was out, and itwasn’tfine it just made me hate you even more. Then when I found out it was you who...” I sigh, shaking my head. “Well, you know the rest...”
He’s quiet for a while, no doubt mulling over my words. When he speaks, I’m surprised at what comes out of his mouth. “Okay, one time offer—you can put a fuck load of Kylie on my playlist.”
I grin broadly and turn around in his arms, his dick finally falling from my arse. “And pedicures,” I press, one eyebrow cocked.
Alastor issues me with a challenging look, blue eyes flashing. “If I have to endure strangers touching my feet, you know what I want in return.”
I swallow hard, hesitating for a moment. I’ve been watching some CBT porn lately and I have to admit, the idea doesn’t freak me out as much as it did when I first Googled it. I know that Alastor isn’t going to do anything that’s actually dangerous, and if it’s too much I have my safe word.
Finally, I give a firm nod. “Deal.”
Just seeing the blazing fire in Alastor’s eyes makes my decision well worth it.
“I CAN’T BELIEVEI agreed to this,” Alastor grumbles as we settle into the comfy leather chairs at the nail salon.
“Suck it up, buttercup. They’re just feet.”
“They’remyfeet. And strangers are going to touch them.”
The look on Alastor’s face is priceless. I try to keep my amusement to myself, but I can’t help it. The soft laugh I let out results in a harsh glare from his direction. And that just makes me laugh harder.
“You know, of all the things I might have thought you’d have an issue with feet would have been lowest on the list,” I muse. “What happened? Were you attacked by a giant foot as a child?”
“You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are, Macey,” he says dryly.
