Page 53 of Our Broken Pieces
Mr. Cavanaugh, or Lorcan as I suspect I was going to start calling him, stepped to Rowan. His grin was sexy and decadent. “I guess that means I’ll be seeing more of you once they sort their shit out.”
Rowan place a hand on his chest. “Doubtful,” she denied. “As pretty as you are,Lorcan, you’re not my type.”
That was a lie.
He wasexactlyher type.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked, towering over her.
“That’s a fact,” Rowan lied. “Besides,” she hummed as she adjusted her purse, “I don’t want to chew you up and spit you out, and then have to spend Thanksgiving across from each other. It might get awkward for you.”
“Are you-”
“Oooooooooookay.” I grabbed Rowan and drug her behind me. “See you guys later,” I called from over my shoulder and got Rowan the hell out of there.
“Oh, God,” she laughed once we hit the sidewalk. “That was fun.”
I looked at my best friend. “Rowan, listen to me. Lorcan Cavanaugh is no joke,” I warned her.
Her smile was positively mischievous. “Neither am I,” she chuckled.
I gave up. “Do you want the dirty details or not?”
She straightened up. “You’re right,” she agreed. “Priorities.” With that we headed to lunch and details.
Chapter 34
Gage~
About fucking time.
It was a little past seven in the evening when I finally found myself knocking on Mystic’s front door. It felt like the longest day of my life, waiting for the day to end, so we could talk. There was so much we needed to talk about, but I seriously doubted we’d get to all of it tonight. Firstly, there was a lot of shit to consider. Secondly, it was highly doubtful I’d get more than a handful of sentences out before I ripped her clothes off and fucked her.
Monday night had been nowhere near enough.
When Mystic finally opened the door, I walked past her without an invite. And, I swear, I wanted to talk, but when I turned around and found her standing by the door, much like she had been on Monday night, all thoughts of talking fled.
“Come here,” I commanded.
“Missed me?” she teased, and the answer to that would be yes. It had been all I could do not to accost her in the lobby at CI today. I had to jam my hands in my goddamn pockets to keep from mauling her.
“Come. Here,” I repeated.
Mystic was barefoot and she made no sound as she stepped to me. She stopped when she was standing directly in front of me. “I’m here,” she whispered.
My hands landed on her hips and I yanked her forward until our bodies were touching. “Your bruises are fading,” I pointed out. “I don’t like that.”
Her delicate hands laid flat on my chest. I had changed from a suit to jeans and a t-shirt, so I knew she could feel me underneath the fabric. “I guess you’ll just have to create more,” she replied, her voice low and husky.
“How does that sweet pussy and tight ass feel, baby?” I asked, even though her answer didn’t matter. I was going to take both again and she couldn’t or wouldn’t stop me.
Mystic blushed, but she didn’t shy away. “Does it matter?”
I shook my head, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. “No. It doesn’t.”
Her eyes searched mine. “How do you want me?”
“Any way I can get you,” I replied. “As long as it’s forever.”
