Page 109 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Cherry and I are here to take care of him the way he likes—the two of us in one go. So get the fuck out, before we throw you out.”

“What the fuck are you saying to my girlfriend?” I shouted.

Crystal flipped her bleached hair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Cherry bounced on her heels, the action wobbling her breasts up and down. In that sheer mesh top, her nipples were completely visible. Despite the contempt I felt toward these ladies, it took three commands from my brain to pull my eyes away from the sight. I’m only human.

Tristen’s shocked and hurt expression pulled me back to reality. I wrapped an arm around her waist in comfort, and to send a signal to the two troublemakers.

“Crystal, LA is seventeen hours away. I suggest you say your peace and head wherever it is you are going.”

Crystal had to be the ringleader of this plan. As a trust fund baby, she had the resources to fly first class on a whim to stir up trouble. Cherry was just a willing tag along.

“Aww, Loki-Bear.” Crystal pursed her crimson lips in a pout. “Is that a proper way to talk to two beautiful women who've sucked you off?”

Fucking hell!

Tristen stiffened beside me. Angry veins were beginning to pop on her forehead. I turned her body toward me, looking into her stony expression.

“Give me five minutes, my—”

She ripped herself out of my arms and stormed inside. The door’s slam was a cannon shot in my ears.

“What the fuck, Crystal?” I roared. “What’s your game? Does your dad know you’re here?”

Cocking her head, she flashed her teeth in a grin.

“C’mon, babe,” she cooed, “the only game we’re going to play is hide the sausage.”

Stepping forward, she brazenly raked her neon acrylic nails against my bulge. I hissed, shoving her arm away.

“Don’t touch me! I don’t want either of you.”

“Pfft. For not wanting us around, he’s sure excited,” Crystal scoffed, flicking her wrist in annoyance.

“You do look pretty hot and bothered.” Cherry giggled.

“Jesus, you’re not worth a shit. I have a proper girlfriend, a million times the lady you are, who needs comforting. Now get the fuck away from my door, both of you, before I call security.”

I slammed the door in their faces and went to assess the damage this little visit had cost me.

Apparently, a lot.

Tristen was already dressed in her dirty-pink sweats, and a half-filled suitcase sat open on the bed. She was stalking around the room, gathering her personal items with vitriol and stuffing them into her case.

"No, no, no. Baby, don’t pack your stuff. This is not what it looks like. Give me ten minutes. I’ll get rid of them.”

“Oh, so now you need ten minutes,” Tris seethed. “Do you need five minutes with each of them? Because back at the door you asked me for five minutes. Make up your mind, Lorcan. What is it that you want?”

“You, Tristen. I want you. I don't want them here. I didn't ask them to come here. You have to believe me."

"They flew seventeen hours to come fuck you!" she spat. "That doesn’t just ‘accidentally’ happen!”

Fuck. I rubbed my hands over my eyes. The situation was deteriorating faster than I could imagine.

“How long had you booked these floozies for, huh?” she continued, fiercely zipping up her suitcase. “Or was I too slow for you last night that you needed a couple of bitches you could twist together like a pretzel? Is that it?”

“Baby, listen to me. I swear on my mother’s grave, I did not ask either of those women to come to my apartment today.”

She snickered, putting her hands on her hips, and then strode up to me until there was no space between us. "Then tell me honestly, Lorcan, do they know what your cock tastes like? Do they know the sounds you make when you come? Huh?" She shoved at my chest with clenched fists. "Tell me, my love, do you know how they look with your cum dripping down their faces?"

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