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“But what if I regret it for the rest of my life?”
“I don’t think that’s the way love works.”
Love.
The word knocked me back.
I hadn’t thought past wanting to tear him apart. Love was an entire other complication I wasn’t ready to process.
SEVENTEEN
Royal
Ifelt good as I walked towards Aspen. Calm, even, after my talk with the bartender. That all vanished as a guy leaned towards Aspen to whisper in his ear. Aspen laughed, putting his hand on the guy’s pec, and I saw red.
I don’t think I’d ever been so quick to rip Aspen away, but I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t have someone else touching him. Someone else breathing down his neck. It all flashed before my eyes. The guy’s hands on Aspen’s ass, feeling him up under the skirt. Him taking Aspen’s dick out, his hands on him.
I didn’t even bother going after the guy. I didn’t want Aspen to run away again while I fought someone. I needed him away from these guys who would take him and not appreciate him. I shook with my anger as I shoved him out of the small bar, not stopping until I slammed him into a tree in the safety of outside.
“What the fuck was that?” Aspen growled when I had him trapped.
“Were you trying to hide from me?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“Does it fucking matter? You found me.”
I snarled.“Yes, I think your intention fucking matters.”
“I wasn’t thinking about you.” He stared me in the face, and I knew he wanted the words to hurt. “I was thinking about having a good time and getting the fuck away from you.”
“That’s thinking about me.”
“Okay, so I was thinking about you but not hiding from you. That was a bonus.”
I growled again. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“You should be worried. You should be as fucking angry as I was.” Aspen shoved at me but couldn’t move my weight. It turned me on more than it should have.
I laughed. I didn’t even mean to. It just came out of me. “Nice try.”
“Get off me.”
“No.”
Anger blazed in his stare. “What do you fucking want?”
“For no one else to touch you.”
Aspen’s brows rose into the middle of his forehead. “But you won’t? Fuck off. I’m not going to wait around for you to get your head out of your ass. I deserve to be happy.”
“What is happy? Going out looking like this? Guys objectifying you? Only wanting to hook up with you because you’re a rockstar?”
“Isn’t that what you do every fucking night of the week? I at least was dating someone. You have never done that. You’ve fucked every groupie at every tour stop for a fucking decade. You have no room to talk.” There was venom in his voice, and it felt like years of pent-up rage at me for never seeing him. Maybe I was projecting, but it seemed like this was about a lot more than the past few months.
“You’ve fucked plenty of people yourself,” I said back, wishing I could make him hurt as much as the hurt he was trying to deliver upon me.
“Not when I was trying to hide who I was. I’ve seen what you were and how you avoided me. Taking anyone but me to bed. Fuck off. Now it’s time to watch me do it in return.” This time, he braced himself against the tree and shoved with all his might. He moved me, but only a few inches, which I quickly closed again.
I laughed right in his face. “Cute.”
