Page 49 of Quinlan

I’m taming my desire to go after her. Have her cornered like yesterday. Make a mess out of her. See how soaked she’d be when I have my hands on her.

My fingers curl around the Zippo I keep in my pants pocket.

I put the desire in a box. Close the lid on it.

Temporarily.

Pleasure comes in different shapes and forms. It can be physical. That’s obvious. That’s an easy gratification, no question there.

Waiting, though. Watching. Planning. That gets my cock just as hard. Just as throbbing. My brain is seduced, and the pleasure of it lasts longer. Goes deeper. It’s there way after the orgasm is nothing but a distant memory.

Quinlan’s pictures and videos over the last five years were the longest, most stretched out foreplay of my life. And I still get off on watching her.

I’m never going to get enough of her. When the revenge is all said and done, the feeling will remain. I have no doubt about it. I may have not confessed it to my friends. It’s there regardless.

I. Feel. It.

All of it.

Ours.

We’re done with these bullshit one-on-one stolen encounters. Time to join forces. To do something about this ache in my pants. My friends hurt for her too.

Waiting for her to go out on that blind date is bullshit.

We’re having her tonight. Even if she’s not awake for it.

Especially if she’s not awake for it.

Convenient and kind of her to start taking melatonin before she goes to bed. I’ll have to thank her for it. Later.

I push off the brick wall, taking a different path than Quinlan to her apartment building. Navigating through the shadows of the night has become second nature to me. That dark blue suit helps me go unnoticed.

The invisible man.

While I take the backstreets and alleys by foot, I shoot a text in our group chat.

Me:Quinlan’s apartment. Midnight. Could be later if she stays up. Wait for a text from me.

Damien:Why?

Me:Too busy with work to make time for her?

After our meetings, my analysts always send him the reports about our future acquisitions. He double-checks their reports, then starts drafting a contract. He likes being prepared for our sit-downs with the companies we acquire. Study them, see where we can squeeze them some more.

He has business to attend to, as well. An online conference. Part ofmyrevenge.

Damien:Fuck no. I’m wondering where that came from. Rome went to see her this evening. We’re going to their double date this week to fuck with her date and her pretty little head. So. What happened?

Of course he’d still act like we’re just fucking with her. He’s been fighting his obsession with her for years. Telling himself he: A) is her protector; B) will use her for revenge. He loves her.

He’ll see that on his own soon enough. Or maybe I can push him to admit it.

Why the fuck not? It’s for his own good, anyway.

Me:I need to kiss her too.

Well, that just happened. I’ve been blunt. Exposed my feelings in the process. Fuck it. I hate lying to both of them. Done with it.

---