Page 115 of Rock Giant
“Stop, will you?Just stop.”
He stilled.Finally.Jodi shook herself free of his grip and rubbed at the red mark around her wrist.“What is the matter with you?What is the fucking rush?I’m barely dressed.I’m not walking through the hotel like this.”She about turned.
Horrified, he gasped, “You’re going back to him?”
“All my stuff is in there.My bag, my phone, my knickers.So, yes, I’m going back.I’d quite like my shoes too.”
Nash, all pale goose-bumped flesh, did at least have all his possessions.
“Jo.”
“No.”She slapped away his attempt to pin her, which resulted in his key card winding up on the floor and his phone hitting a nearby door.“It was what you wanted.I was trying to give you what you wanted.To make up for...”
For what?
Thathespent so much time watching Balin fuck random women...people?She’d learned from Lee only earlier that morning that Balin was doing almost as many guys as girls.
“We’ll talk once I’m dressed.”
They hadn’t shut the door properly behind them on the way out, so she was thankfully spared the process of having to knock, but she hadn’t thought about what she was going back to.
Rock Giant.
Still naked.
Still hard.
His head bowed toward his knees, while his fingers clawed at the crown of his shorn scalp.He looked up at her, jaw slack, his voice raspy, “Castle.”
Hope, there in his eyes mixed in with the desperation.That she’d returned to him.That she’d made a choice, a different choice, one that made sense of what they’d so recently shared.One if there wasn’t already a ring on her finger, she may well have made.
“I need to get my things.”
Devastation, again.
It brought tears flooding to her own eyes, making the search for her belongings even more difficult.Having failed to locate her underwear, she pulled on her trousers and picked up her bag.Her shoes were over by the hanging chair.
He watched her every move, making non-vocal pleas.
“I have to go.”
“Yeah.”
“I need to talk to him.”
“I get it.He’s your fiancé.”
That was right.Her future was waiting for her out in the corridor.The prickly sensation under her skin seemed determined to convince her otherwise, that in fact, leaving was the wrong choice.“I’m sorry.”Hesitantly, she reached out, pressed her hand to his head, half expecting him to shy away.He pressed into the touch instead, creating an ache right through her core.“We should never have done this.”
He knew it.
She knew it.
Nash was out there fuming about it.
“Don’t say that.Never say that.”
“It was a mistake.”
