Page 28 of Manhattan Tormentor
“Lachie, no. He’s leaving. Get lost, Finn, before I let him go berserk on you.”
“Stay the fuck away from him,” Lachlan dares to warn me. If only I could.
“Gladly,” I mock, unable to help my eyes roaming over Sage’s face.
I don’t find answers in that pretty face. Only questions and I stalk off, feeling his gaze burning into the back of my neck.
I need to get fucked up tonight. Wasted out of my mind so I don’t spend even a second going through my photos I took of him.
That night, five beers in, sitting in a corner booth of a bar while my friends have a great time around me. I’m hunched over my phone, accessing pictures through the cloud.
His goddamn lips.
I feel them on mine even through the screen.
I taste him as I hover over the delete icon.
My heart is beating out of sync and my cock doesn’t seem to understand what it means to be soft anymore. Hooking up the bottle, I drain the dregs and slam it on the table. I’m done being a brooding bitch.
God-fucking-damn me and my lies. It’s not half hour later, a haze of beer muddles my eyes, makes typing sloppy. I reword some things before I press send.
My insides flip nauseously.
Daring the genius to reply.
Finn:Your brother won’t always be there to save you, Damsel.
Sage:This is Sage, not Damsel. You know my name because you were moaning it into my mouth.
Sage:How sweet that you’ve hunted down my number.
Cocky. I burst out laughing. I can’t even be mad.
“Fixing a hook-up?” Bates asks, throwing himself down on the bucket seat beside me. Only my quick wrist moving my phone means he doesn’t look at the screen.
Is that what I’m doing?
A surge of heat rushes over my skin.
Do I want the nerd under me? Filling his mouth with my aching cock with one long shove?
Right now I’d accept any mouth.
Well, not Bates’. He talks too much and we’ve been friends too long. I’ve looked at him already to check how gay I am and I don’t get a flicker of interest, thank god. There isn’t one guy in the bar who does it for me. I see a few women I’d fuck if I were interested, but there isn’t a man in sight other than the one on my phone who I want to… want to…
“Where are we heading to?” I ask.
Three more weeks and I’m moving out. It can’t come soon enough.
Bates tells of a party he’s heard about, I’ve already tuned him out when I feel the vibration of my phone.
The excitement is palpable and confusing.
Sage:Chicken shit. Knew you wouldn’t reply.
Sage:Not much of a tormentor, are you, Maverick?
I want to put my fist in his face. And then my tongue.
