“Yeah, well, I needed to do something to get her to stop. Maybe if you stopped leading the girl on, she’d get the message.”
I stand in his doorway, and he turns to stare at me, his fists clenched at his side. Clearly, I’ve struck a nerve.
“Whatever. Can you just let me know once you’ve checked in with Meredith and Ewan? I just want to know the kittens have settled.”
Theo tilts his head to the side and looks at me as if I’ve just asked the most ridiculous question, and then without a word, he closes his door right in my face. And I have to physically take a step back, so I don’t end up with a broken nose.
“Such a fucking delight, as always,” I say, my anger rising.
He suddenly pulls the door back open.
“I heard that.”
I turn and walk away, flipping him off in the process. “You were supposed to, arsehole.” I can’t be sure, but I think I hear him mutter something about me under his breath, and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit.
ChapterEighteen
Theo
It felt good to chat shit with the guys over some beers even if it was via zoom and not in person. Somehow, it helped to relieve some of the tension of the past few weeks––well, years even, because the truth is that it wasn’t just my aunt and uncle I hadn’t seen. Unless the guys came over to Ireland, I had pretty much ghosted them too.
I flop down on my bed, and like it tends to when I’m alone and the faint scent of her perfume ferments the air from her presence, my dick comes to life. It’s getting harder to ignore my physical attraction towards her, and honestly, lately, I’ve seen glimpses of her I’d liked to get to know better. But I seem to keep putting my mouth in it, because when I do speak to her, I always manage to piss her off.
Reaching under my joggers, I shove them down until my rock-hard shaft springs free and I take it in my hand, working it up and down. Closing my eyes, it’s Sienna’s face that fills my mind. The memory of her when she poked her tongue out, in what I presume was disdain, but actually had the opposite effect. Now I can imagine what it would be like licking me from base to tip, teasing my balls, and sucking my head into her mouth.
I remember her curiosity when she asked about Orla, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I heard the tinge of jealousy in her questions, and the thought actually has me hardening even more.
I can’t help but groan out loud, her name slipping through my lips. A floorboard creaks, alerting me that I am not alone, and before I even open my eyes, I know there is only one other person it can be.
Smirking, I watch as her eyes lower to my hand still working my length, her lips parted.
“You know it’s not polite to spy on someone,” I say, and her eyes immediately spring to mine.
She’s currently frozen to the spot, but I doubt that will last for long.
And then a wicked idea comes to mind. “I’m calling in that favour,” I say.
Her eyes go wide, and I almost laugh. I can see her already forming a protest.
“You’re disgusting,” she says, but her words come out a little breathless and I bet she hates that it’s obvious too.
I raise my eyebrows. “You don’t even know what it is,” I counter.
Sienna shifts from one foot to the other, and I’m not sure what will kick in, her fight or flight instincts.
Squeezing myself at the base, a small grunt escapes my lips. The longer she's before me, the more her skin continues to glow red and seeing those lips of hers, so full and inviting, the harder my dick is becoming.
“I want you to watch as I take care of myself.”
She’s already shaking her head, her black ponytail whipping back and forth, and now my mind turns to the idea of wrapping it around my fist as I fuck her face.
“What? No… that’s… I’m not… no.” But her words hold no conviction.
I tilt my head in thought. “Unless you’d rather take care of me instead?”
Crossing her arms, her eyes spark with something akin to a mixture of anger and desire, but she’s a stubborn little temptress and I’m putting this entire situation down to the four beers I had, and the fact I haven’t drank in a while.
“Come on, you were the one already watching me,” I say.