I waited for her to get in before I said, “Go home, please.”
Her eyes looked momentarily hurt before she nodded and said, “Okay.”
I waited until I couldn’t see her car anymore before I went back inside.
I wanted to do anything but.
Yet I went in anyway and headed right to the table I’d vacated earlier.
“She was a virgin,” Wizard said, eyes gleaming.
I could see the interest in his eyes.
“Yeah, she was,” Hybrid jerked his chin at my shirt, where I’d wiped her clean of my cum and her juices.
Her blood was on my shirt.
Her virgin blood.
God. Dammit.
What the fuck was wrong with me that I was so fucking turned on right now? Right after I’d just come so hard?
I needed to focus.
I needed to get my head on straight.
“Next time she comes in here, I’m giving her a little taste,” Hybrid said. “She looked sweet and tight.”
She was sweet and tight.
But over my dead body would he have her.
I’d kill him before I ever let that happen.
The hardest part would be getting her to stay the hell away.
Especially after what we’d just shared.
I had to find a way to keep her away.
“If it’s okay,” I said as I flicked at my shirt, “I need to go get cleaned up.”
“Yeah, you do. You smell like cum,” Wizard leered. “Come join us if you want when you’re done.”
As in, come join us with the prostitutes—both willing and unwilling.
“Got a show to binge,” I lied.
I had somewhere I needed to be.
I needed her to know that she needed to stay away.
And to do that, I needed to convince her.
“Sure you do,” Wizard rolled his eyes. “Get your patch on tomorrow.”
Fuckin’ A.