Page 36 of Our Cracked Pieces
I did, and it felt slightly terrifying.
Exactly like I knew it might.
“Lorc-”
Refusing to hear any denials or objections, his mouth was back on mine, and I let him right back in. Only this time, he made sure to prove that my simple evening skirt and thong were no match for his muscular thigh. I was practically riding the man’s leg in a public place of business, and I was finding it hard to care because it felt so damn good.
Breaking off the kiss again, his lips were soft against the skin below my ear. “Come home with me, Rowan,” he said. “Let me do all the filthiest things to you and this goddamn body of yours.”
Like a water of ice bucket, I envisioned all those filthy things, and I knew-I just knew-no woman has ever said no to this man, in or outside of the bedroom.
I envisioned him kissing his way over a woman’s terrain, all her hills and valleys. I envisioned him taking his time with her breasts before moving lower. I envisioned how those big, strong hands would stretch her out, preparing her for that monster between his legs. I envisioned his control, and his dominance, and I envisioned the faceless woman enjoying every second of it.
I pushed at his chest as I turned my head. “Lorcan, stop,” I rushed out in an unfair panic. “Stop it.”
He quickly dropped his hands and stepped back. “Why? What’s wrong?”
The resentment still swimming deep in my bones had me lashing out unfairly. “Why does something have to be wrong? Is the word ‘stop’ a problem for you?”
I could feel him stiffen.
Hell, I could feel everything around us stiffen.
“Excuse me?”
I couldn’t look at him because I was wrong. I knew it the second the words flew out of my mouth. “I need to get back to my brother,” I said, using Grayson as an excuse. “I’ve been gone a while now.”
I felt his fingers grab hold of my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Talk to me, baby,” he said, and that was it.
I was done.
I shook off his hold and practically ran back to my brother. When I approached the table, Grayson was immediately ready to tease me. “I thought you might have fallen in.” My eyes met his, and he stood up. “Row?”
“Take me home, Grayson,” I begged, my lips trembling.“Please.”
He flagged down our server, paid our bill with twenty percent, and ushered me through the tables and out the second-floor outside entrance. Once he’d gotten us a cab, he asked me what happened, and it all came spilling out in a shameful mess.
After a half hour of arguing, Grayson had finally left me to shower and go to sleep.
But sleep hadn’t come.
Chapter 26
Lorcan~
It was a full five minutes before I could walk back through the bar to pay my tab and leave. The first couple of minutes had been to calm the fucking steel in my pants, the other three had been spent counting to ten, pushing back my temper.
There were so many things I was pissed about at first, I hadn’t known where to start. But the most offensive had been Rowan’s remark about not taking ‘no’ for an answer.
I could admit to liking rough sex. I could admit to the sick fascination to leave my mark on a woman’s body. I could admit to the hair pulling, the imprint of my fingers on a woman’s skin, and watching her stretched wide by my fingers or cock. I could admit to the thrill of wrapping my hand around a woman’s throat, feeling the drum of her pulse, as she took my dick hard and deep.
Butneverwithout her consent to it all.
I’ve never fucked a woman while she was drunk, and I’ve never fucked a woman without an affirmative to the question I always asked. I have always made sure the woman I was with and I were on the same page.
Always.
Even the self-proclaimed sluts who I could have double-teamed still had a choice as far as I was concerned. Two dicks in her face, ready for whatever, the woman has always called the shots. A woman’s sexual proclivities weren’t an issue for me. Consent, however, was a must.
