Page 11 of On The Rocks

She pouted. “No.”

“This is my place of business. It’s not a place to fuck women. What if my mam walked in?”

She shrugged. “Then she’d see what a sex god her son is.”

A trace of bile rose through my gut, and I muttered, “Jesus.”

Her hands released my neck, and she held them up defensively. “Look, I get that this isn’t a serious thing, Callum, but it has to be something, or else why bother at all? You haven’t fucked me in weeks.”

My hard-on deflated at the petulance in her tone.

How had I never noticed how whiny she was? I hated women who demanded shit. It was the main reason I was single.

I motioned for Saskia to get up. “I haven’t got time for this. I’ll try to catch up with you when you finish work tonight.”

She clambered off me and whirled around, punching her hands to her hips. “It’s been weeks, Callum.”

I shrugged, picking up a piece of paper from my desk and studying the words as if they held the secrets of the universe. “Another day won’t matter then, will it?” My eyes lifted toward the door as it opened again, and Donovan strode in.

My brother looked pointedly at Saskia. “Some privacy, please, sweetheart.”

“Saskia was just leaving,” I informed him.

She huffed angrily before turning on her heel and storming through the door, slamming it loudly behind her.

Donny’s eyes remained on the door. “Jesus, what was that bullshit about?”

“Someone’s not getting enough attention,” I replied dryly.

He walked to my desk and dropped into the seat opposite. “Dunno why you bother with her. Took me months to scrape her off when I went there. I was actually grateful to get fucking deployed to get away from her clingy ass.” He shuddered. “When I came back, and she was all over you, I said ten Hail Marys and sent up a prayer of thanks.”

My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘when you went there’?”

Donovan cocked his head. “T’s been there, too.”

A sick feeling gripped my gut. “Tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“Wish I could. Honestly, I’m pissed with myself for tapping her crazy ass.”

I slouched backward and scraped a hand down my face.

Going where my brothers had been was a massive no-no for me. I’d had no clue that Donovan had Saskia. It wasn’t like we usually competed for the same girls; T fucked the racing groupies on the circuit, and Donny fucked everything that moved without a damned care. I was more discerning, and even though I didn’t do relationships, I let my time with women run its course naturally before I moved on.

“When did you get with Saskia?” I demanded.

“A couple of years ago, when I came home on leave. It was only one night, which I made clear at the time, but she wouldn’t leave me alone for months afterward. Somehow, she got hold of my cell phone number, which was fun—not. The final straw was the time I was on fucking maneuvers, and Saskia called my cell for dirty talk. Remember the last time I changed my number? Well...” He deadpanned.

I closed my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Why didn’t you tell me this before I started something up with her?”

“Since when have we told each other where and where not to stick our dicks?”

“Still, you could’ve—” I began, but he held up a hand to cut me off.

“I don’t police your fuck buddies, and you don’t police mine,” his lip curled, “it’s weird as hell.”

“It’s weirder that I’ve fucked one of your cast-offs,” I retorted. “If I’d have known you’d been there, I would’ve run a mile. A heads-up would’ve been good. I’ve got enough on my overflowing plate to worry about without Saskia playing the spurned lover when she’s clearly nothing of the damned sort.”

Donovan rested his elbows on the desk. “Still can’t raise the cash, huh?”

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