Page 30 of By His Rule

I snarl at him, making him laugh before attempting to wrangle Lorelei into the car.

I’ve never done it, but I can only assume that getting her into the car is akin to wrestling with an octopus. Fuck knows how she manages it when she’s three sheets to the wind, but every time I try to push her inside, an arm or leg shoots out to stop me.

“Will you just do as you’re fucking told for once?”

“Bite me.”

As she spits those words, her ass brushes against my crotch, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Be careful what you ask for,” I muse darkly in her ear. “I’m more than happy to bite…anywhere you want.”

“Get fucked. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“Then can I suggest you stop rubbing your ass against my dick sometime soon?”

She goes deathly still, her arms falling to her sides, allowing me to finally deposit her in the back of the car.

“We’re taking Lorelei home, Lewis,” I instruct once we’re all safely inside.

Lorelei sits in the corner, as far away from me as she can physically get with her arms crossed under her breasts and a defiant tilt to her chin.

We move back onto the right side of the road in silence while she continues to fume beside me.

“So…do you think Grizzy watches them fuck?”

Silence follows my question.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Lorelei shouts.

I shrug, fighting to keep the accomplished smile off my face. “Just wondering.”

“Jesus,” she mutters, keeping her eyes focused out the window.

“If I were a cat, I’d totally watch.”

She shakes her head and mutters something I don’t quite catch under her breath.

“Oh, come on, you totally would too.”

Her top lip peels back in disgust. “It would be like watching your parents fuck. It’s wrong. And gross.”

“If you say so.”

“Have you ever watched your parents at it?”

“Fuck no,” I bark.

“Then you understand my point. Griz is Tate’s baby. Tate is Griz’s mom. Ergo…”

“You know, Martin was impressed with you earlier,” I confess, feeling weirdly compelled to say something nice for a bizarre reason I can’t figure out.

“That’s good. Maybe he can write me a decent reference, seeing as I’m shit out of other options,” she sulks.

“I don’t think you’ll have an issue finding a new job,” I say as my cell buzzes in my pocket.

“I beg to differ,” she snaps as I glance at my cell.

A groan rumbles in my throat as I stare at a name I’d happily never see again.

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