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I watch as he slides one foot into a pant leg and then the other. When he has his feet on the floor again, he uses both hands to pull his pants up, finishing off with a little hop. It’s an excessive bounce that makes his dick and balls bob. That kills me too.
Lockie taps my thigh. “So what do you say?” I look at him vacantly. I had no idea he was still next to me, much less that he was talking. “A drink? To celebrate the win.”
“Uh.” I drop my head and scratch the back of my neck, frantically trying to organize my thoughts into something coherent. The best I can come up with is, “No. Sorry. I can’t.”
I can’t ’cause I’ve got to rush home and jack my dick until I pass out.
16
Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
I’mlightheadedfrompost-nutand anger. Sev isn’t home yet. It’s after three in the morning, and he’s still out, presumably dumber than a box of rocks from a mix of nonchalance and victory. Most likely landing himself face-first in a relationship he didn’t consent to getting into.
I’m blind with fury and exhaustion. I fell asleep briefly after the first time I nutted, but I jerked awake a few minutes later, and I haven’t been able to fall back asleep since. I’ve paced up and down the hall and stood at Sev’s door, looking into his room, thinking unkind thoughts about steam and men with long hair. I’ve eyed his bed longingly—the bedspread is rumpled, the bed rudimentarily made. The pajamas he wore this morning lay on the floor near the closet. It all makes me want to simultaneously attack him and take off my clothes and slide in between his sheets to wait for him.
Even in the state I’m in, I know that’s a surefire way to have Sev put in a concerned call to Nate.
Truth be told, I’d kind of judge him if he didn’t.
I go to my room, get into bed, and try to relax. I manage to lie still for approximately seventeen seconds before sitting bolt upright, flying to the living room, and throwing myself onto the couch that faces the door.
The longer I wait, the more my mood unravels.
By the time I hear the scratch of Sev’s key in the door, I’m dangerously sleep-deprived and my mood is in the toilet.
I’m on my feet, ready to give him hell when the door swings open to reveal a particularly difficult-to-deal-with version of Sev. Tendrils of dark hair have escaped, forming loose waves on either side of his face. His left eye is open a little wider than his right. His smile is lopsided too. It’s a rare version of Sev, seldom seen, and it doesn’t fill me with joy, but I know him well enough to know what I’m dealing with: Drunk Sev. I’ve had a few encounters with Drunk Sev over the years, so I know what to expect.
What I’m not expecting is a well-kempt blond man standing in Sev’s shadow, pushing himself onto his toes, peering over Sev’s shoulder to get a better look at me.
“Teddyyyy,” says Sev, right eyelid dropping almost all the way down.
“See,” slurs the blond. “I told you he’d be awake. Didn’t I tell you?”
Sev smiles and nods unsteadily. “Uh-huh, you did tell me. You said, ‘He’ll be awake.’”
They stand in my doorway, holding on to each other for balance, grinning at me like a pair of complete fucking idiots. And to think I thought I was angry before. That was a tickle. This is a nuclear reaction. Heat bubbles under my skin, setting my cheeks ablaze and fizzing as tiny pinpricks attack all over my body. My jaw clenches. My heart pounds with enough force to crack bone.
Did this man seriously think he could bring a hookup back to my place and get away with it? Because if so, boy, do I have news for him.
“Who the fuck is this?” I ask, rapidly closing in on Sev and getting up in his face.
I don’t bother waiting for an answer. I don’t need to. I know what he’s like. I’ll deal with him in a minute. First, I need to deal with the blond.
I spin to face him head-on. “Here’s a little piece of advice, honey: turn around and get the fuck out of here before I hand you your skanky ass on a platter. What the hell do you think this is anyway? D’you seriously thinkyou can come intomy houseand fuck withmy man? Is that what you think? Did you think you were just going to blow in and blow him undermy roof?”
His jaw drops. His eyes are bleary and unfocused, but there’s a satisfying streak of panic clearly visible. He opens and closes his mouth, but doesn’t answer. It doesn’t matter. I answer for him. “Because the answer is, no, the fuck, you will not. If anyone’s blowing that dick”—I point directly at the head on Sev’s shoulders, not the one in his pants—“it’s going to be me. My house,my fucking rules.”
The blond looks at me and then at Sev. They look remarkably similar in terms of IQ. Sev’s mouth is also ajar and his eyes are open just as widely. Both of his eyes are open, almost evenly now. Where Sev is merely confused, the blond is showing early signs of fear.
Good. Maybe he’s not quite as stupid as he looks.
“Soooo,” says the blond, gesturing weakly to the door, “I think I’m gonna take off.”
Sev watches him go without closing his mouth or saying a word. When we’re alone, he blinks at me slowly and puts a hand on the doorframe to steady himself.
“Why you mad, Tee? It’s not what you thi—”
“You don’t have a clue what I think, Sev, so spare me the long-winded explanation. The only thing youneed to take away from this conversation is that I’ve had it to here with you.” I gesture a furious several inches above the top of my head. “I’ve had it with you and your bullshit. To here and no further. In case you’re confused about what I’m saying, let me spell it out for you: no more blowjobs for you,ever,unless I’m the one giving them.” When that doesn’t seem quite strong enough, I add, “And no more fucking anyone either, unless that person is me.”
