Page 88 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Look at you! Swinging some big CEO shit.” He punched my bicep. “I am so proud of you for stepping up and making sure I never run out of jet fuel.”

I snorted. “As if your trust fund wouldn’t keep your tenth generation stocked.”

“What about spare change for the weekends?” he joked before his features turned serious again. “But I mean it, Loki, Dad and I are proud of you.”

“Yeah? Well, right now, he is a constant pain in my ass about the impending lawsuit.”

“Hey, at least it's you and not me.” Rian grinned, patting my back. He reached for Tito on the console table. I grabbed his wrist.

“You’ve boozed up quite fast, Ri. Drink some soda water, then get back to your day drinking. If you do that, I’ll join you.”

Rian huffed. “Fine.” He picked up the can and cracked it open. “So earlier on the phone, were you high when you said you had a girlfriend?”

I had hoped he would ask because I'd already prepared an answer. “If I was high, then who sent the driver to you?”

Rian chuckled and nodded. “Fair, fair. Is this the same girl you took to Switzerland? Or did you find a new fling?”

“Same woman. Bro, Tristen is incredible!” Walking to my wet bar, I half-filled my lowball glass. “I’ve never met a woman with so much depth, so many layers, so—”

“So good at squeezing your prick?” He burst out laughing at the unimpressed face I gave him. “Loki, Loki, you are whipped for this lady’s pussy.”

“It’s not just about the pussy!” I frowned, gulping the amber liquid down my throat. “It’s about how she makes me feel. How she makes me want to be a better man. And to be honest, having her as my girlfriend has been one of the few things getting me through this grisly Gremco debacle.”

Rian’s face softened. “Well, I’m happy for you.” He finished the soda and grabbed his bottle of Tito. “But now, since you are my host, Mr. Tristen's Boyfriend, what are the best spots to pick up some ladies for a good time?”

“Have you made a final decision about Kayla?” I wiggled my ring finger.

“Don’t judge, Loki. I need to clear my head and get my thoughts in order. The best way to do that is to get some head, you know?” He snickered over his glass.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine. I'll take you around town to pick up women, but that’s as far as I'll go. I'm getting plenty of pussy from my girlfriend."

Rian sneered. "You’re not a fun wingman anymore. Let me call Brad.”

As soon as Bradley's image appeared on my computer screen, he started raving about planning my brother’s PPP—Pitty Pussy Party—now that he was back in the market. I moved to the kitchen and called Tristen to let her know I was home. She didn’t pick up. That bothered me. Why wasn’t she answering her phone? Was there another Fayed I didn’t know about? What if—

I dialed her number again, and a familiar ringing from the foyer interrupted my spiraling thoughts. It was Tristen’s ringtone, drawing closer and closer. In a moment, my gorgeous girlfriend appeared in front of me. Her perfect lips were curled in a mischievous grin as she raised the phone to her ear.

"Lorcan's pleasure toy, how may I help you?"

Rian choked on his vodka after hearing Tristen's words. A grunt of satisfaction vibrated deep in my chest. Both my brother and Brad had just received a front-row seat of what my girl was made of. My earlier fears were soothed. Tristen was into me as much as I was into her, even if it wasn’t in the same ways yet. I pulled my girl flush against me and gave her tongue a thorough taste of mine.

"Mmm..." she moaned inside my mouth, her hands reaching for my ass and squeezing my cheeks.

"Achoo!" Rian faked a sneeze to interrupt us as the sound of heels clacking alerted me of a second person walking inside the apartment.

Huh?

Tristen pulled back suddenly, tucking her curls behind her ear. “Oh yeah, Mia came with.”

On cue, Mia poked her head out behind Tristen, her height disadvantage keeping her covered until she whipped her blonde bob, smiling and waving.

“Sorry, everyone. I needed a smoke,” she explained. “Oh my God, Tris. This place is a-ma-zing!”

I groaned, refusing to relinquish the hold on my girl.

“She wanted to see the great study setup you made for me,” Tristen said.

"Of course, babe. All your friends are welcome here anytime.” I kissed the healing cut on her lips and took her hand, leading her to where my brother was sitting. "Baby, this is my brother, Rian.”

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