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She smiles and scoffs. “You really are a pussy.”

I’d rather be a pussy than the guy that slept with the girl at the wrong time and we both lived to regret it. “Fine. Let’s go.” I tell her, annoyed and horny as fuck.

It takes her two seconds to get to the door. She walks out and gets into her car, practically stomping. This is a tantrum. Steph is used to getting what she wants, and I won’t give it to her.

…yet.

Chapter 4

Malcolm

Iget into my truck and buckle up, watching Steph pull out, not trying to avoid the pissy pealing of her tires. I shake my head at her. Pulling my phone out once she’s turned off the street, I let Declan know to arm his security system. He asks if all is okay with Steph, but I don’t answer. As I look over, I see that I’ve left my laptop at home. “Fuck.” I swear, feeling like it would be nice if just one thing would work out today. I turn on the radio to try and get the image of Steph out of my head so my fucking hard-on will shrivel, but it doesn’t work. In fact, a song comes on that I once fucked to, and it makes it worse.

Once I arrive home, my balls are almost fucking blue, and I wish for once, that one of my brothers was here, making the perfect antidote, but my house is empty. My phone beeps as I grab my laptop out of the office, and my eyes almost pop out of the sockets. It’s a text message from Steph. It’s a picture…of her…standing in her office…with her blouse undone and her ample cleavage basically winking at me. “Mother…fucker.” I exhale, almost whimsically. This lass is either crazy, incredibly horny, or she’s playing some hot game that I don’t know the rules for. A lass has never sent me such a photo before. She must trust me to the moon and back because if I were anyone else, I’d so use this later for blackmail or something.

My cock stands on end, throbbing like the fucking circulation is being cut off at the base. She sends me another text, asking where I am. I tell her. My dick is so hard it’s fucking painful. My eyes don’t want to leave that photograph. I can feel her tits against my chest again. I can feel the apex of her thighs on my hardened cock. And suddenly I can’t stop myself. My phone gets set on the table as I unzip my pants and grasp the head on my fully hardened dick.

After just a few pumps of the fist I can already feel the come rising to the top and I promise myself that I’ll never let it go this long without having sex ever again. I see another text showing as a bar on top of the photo of her. She’s asking if I’m jerking off. “Well, I’m not going to answer you now, lass.” I grunt, feeling the spurts come, slowing my hand slightly to buffer the explosive sensation. “Fuck…me.” I breathe as I come all over my desk.

There’s a first.

Breathless, I slow, seeing how fucking far I shot. Impressive. The head of my cock sits just above my navel. Also impressive. But also disconcerting. This lass has me under her spell. And theworst part is that she knows it. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she’s playing games here. Games that I’m not up for playing with her. But all the same I text her back, stupidly, and ask. “Areyou?”

She doesn’t answer. Part of me is wishing that she’ll send me a picture of her wet pussy, with her finger at her swollen, needy, clit. But the other part of me is wishing like hell that she doesn’t. I’ll sit there and stare all fucking day, and I’ve got a meeting. After I clean up and put myself together, I head to work. The meeting is a half hour away when I arrive, and Declan pays me a visit at my office. “So, do I need to clean up blood or come stains at my place?” He asks crudely.

I wince. “Neither, asshole. We fought, thanks to you, and then she left.”

“If you want my advice, I’d say that you should avoid her. She’s a little too dramatic for you. No offense.”

“If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it.” I tell him snidely. “Now, would you please leave me alone? I need to prepare for this meeting.”

“You’re not stupid enough to go after her, are you?” He asks. His tone says that I’m not cut out for her. Like she’s way out of me league. And maybe she is. But that’s up to me to decide. Until Moira came into his life, Declan was just as blind to relationships as I am, and he found his way. Why he thinks he’s better than me, pisses me off.

“Look, it’s my business. Just…fuck off and let me think.”

“She’s really got you riled up, doesn’t she.” He comments, and that’s when Ethan walks in. I roll my eyes.

“What’s up?” Ethan says casually, rolling a stick of gum onto his tongue.

“I’m trying to prepare for this meeting, but this asshole won’t leave me alone.”

Declan raises his hands. “Fine. Maybeyoucan talk some sense into him.”

I sigh as he leaves. Ethan slumps down on the guest chair. Ethan tips his chin up to me. “He razzing you about my da?”

I give him an eye roll. “No. For once Iwishit was about your da.”

Ethan takes the high road. “Don’t sweat it. You know Declan. Being the eldest, he thinks he knows everything. It pisses me off most of the time, too.”

Normally Declan isn’t like that. And I’m not even sure why he’s being such a pin head about this, but he is all the same. “It’s not that. He thinks that since he’s finally been in a relationship for more than two fucking minutes that he’s the fucking expert.”

“Oh, so it’s about you and that Steph lass then, huh.” He says with a cluck of the tongue. “All I can say is this. And I’m not an expert, either.” He says with a reasonable scoff and a raise of his hand. “Sometimes what you think is bullshit ends up being a relationship. Look what happened to me and Freya. I had no idea that we would end up together after all that shit that we went through. If you had told me three years ago that I’d be head over heels in love with her in three years' time, I would have said you were nuts. But here I am.”

“Thanks, but I’m not even sure what’s happening. I think she’s either playing with my head and doesn’t have any real interest in me beyond getting me into bed, or she’s nuts. It’s hard to tell though, since all this shit about her granny is going down.”

“So, what’s the problem? You don’t want to sleep with her?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“I’m not an asshole. Didn’t you hear me? I said her granny just died. In fact, she was smothered to death in her own fucking bed. I’m not about to bed a girl that is dealing with shit like that.”

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