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Unknown:What I want to know is what happens next. Are you coming back to the clubhouse? Spoiler alert, if you do, you’re getting fucked. Good and hard.
His words affected me in two ways. First and foremost, my body tingled in all the right places, because the thought of him inside me again was almost too much for my sex-starved pussy. The other part of me though, the part that had listened to Alex, was thinking that it sounded sexually threatening, and like I should stay away from him at all costs.
Me:Are you stalking me?
That’d keep him distracted, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t admit to it, because it’s risky to say such things to a police officer, but if he said no, then he’d have to explain how he knew my phone number if he wasn’t. My phone rang then, and I rejected the call. Knowing how sexy he might sound on the phone was hardly going to make this easier, and I needed to keep my wits about me.
Unknown:Ever had phone sex, baby? I’m real good, I swear.
Again, that really wasn’t helping me be strong right now. How the hell could I keep him from enticing me right now?
Me:I’m sure I’ve had better.
Whoa. I went there, huh?
Chapter Twenty-One
Istared at myphone, a shocked laugh filling the otherwise silent room. She really fucking said that? It was like she wanted me to prove her wrong. It was a challenge. Or was she just that sure I’d be lacking in the phone sex department? Wait. As I started to text her back, I wondered if she was besmirching my actual fucking skills instead. She thought she’d had better than me? Like fuck.
Me:Seems like you need a little reminder of my skills, baby, or is that what you’re angling for here? You don’t want virtual me, you want the real thing.
She was a frustrating person to message with, because she took a shocking amount of time to reply each time, until I was practically biting my fucking fingernails wondering if she was about to block me, or I dunno, turn up to arrest me. Actually, I’d enjoy that part, just like I always did, only it’d be too dangerous for her.
See, I’d worked something out earlier. I could try pushing her away, or I could use distraction tactics, to keep her busy, and by busy, I mean out of her fucking mind with horniness, so she’d want my cock constantly, and she’d get it. I’m pretty sure I could get her so fucking dick drunk that she’d forget all about fucking with anyone, and that’d keep her alive.
If she stayed away from the Don, then I could keep her safe. I don’t know when she went from a literal pain in my ass, to the woman I’d die on the fucking hill for, but there you have it. I still didn’t think it was love, necessarily, because how does a guy like me know when he feels that? You’re raised in the mafia life, you’re literally all about the business, and staying alive. Feelings are for losers. Feelings are for the fucking corpses.
So how could I sort out what I felt for her? It’d start with getting her in my fucking bed, that much I knew for sure. My phone buzzed, and my heart literally thudded in my chest, because right now was the dodgy part. If I scared her off, she’d go back to risking her fucking life, without even knowing she was doing it.
Little Pain:So you’re back to the harassment thing? Just because I was dumb enough to fuck you once, doesn’t mean I’m about to make that mistake twice.
Well, fuck. Did my balls feel that? She just stomped on them, and I never saw that coming. I thought maybe she’d be shy, or pissy with me, but this? This was like her drawing a fucking line, and she was on the wrong side of it. If she stayed pissed at me, she’d keep pushing her luck, and I couldn’t afford that. Neither could she.
Me:Okay, clearly you’re still sore about the other night, but I explained that. A prospect with a family emergency isn’t my fault. I’m offeringto make it up to you, this is the grovelling part, sweetheart, this is the part where I fucking get on my knees to worship at your… altar. Tell me you don’t wanna cum on my tongue.
I wanted to try calling her again, but she’d already rejected me once, and I had a feeling another offer to turn up on her doorstep wasn’t going to fix this either.
Little Pain:Not everything is about sex, but then a man like you probably doesn’t even understand that. It was a mistake. WE were a mistake. Thank you for helping me figure that out. Now leave me alone.
I bit the bullet and tried calling her again, and once more she rejected the call. Worse than that? When I tried messaging her again, it said the number was unavailable. She’d fucking blocked me.
In some ways, this could be the result that we needed. For her to lose interest in me, or decide to stay away, so why the fuck was it bothering me so much? Why the hell was I fucking bristling at being brushed off like this? Why were my fists clenching so tightly around my phone that it creaked a little in protest.
I dropped it and stood up, pacing the small room around the bed. She fucking blew me off. No. She cut me off. She fucking cut off any chance of connecting with her. I wasn’t used to being rejected, that was the fucking problem. My ego was smarting, but it wasn’t just that. It was more than that. It was… fuck me, I didn’t know the word for it, but it pissed me off. She cut me off? Me? I was the best she’d ever fucking had, despite what she’d said. I was the one who rocked her world so fucking perfectly that she came back for more. Only, when she did that, I wasn’t here like I’d promised, was I?
Fuck. This was such a mess. I could do one of two things. I could draw a line under this whole thing, like I’m done, it’s over, move on. Maybe that’d keep her safe, because she’d be away from me, and off the Don’s radar.
But that was only one outcome. The other? The one that I was fucking burning to do? Turn up at her place. Push her into a fucking conversation. Make her reject me to my face, if that was what she really fucking wanted. This texting bullshit? That was for pussies. I grabbed my keys and helmet and headed for the door, hesitating as I grabbed the handle.
She’d been freaked out that I had her number, so how much more horrified would she be, if she knew how much I’d found out about her? How freaked out would she be, to know I’d hacked every fucking inch of her life? I knew about her imprisoned father, and his recent death. I knew that she’d moved town to try and hide that connection to his crimes. I knew more than she’d ever want me to, but letting on that I knew those things would push her even further away. Why was it suddenly a consideration, when it was what we needed to keep her alive.
I rested my forehead against the door and groaned. Was I losing my fucking mind over a woman? A woman who clearly didn’t like me, and who I hated on sight too? Or did I ever really hate her? Wasn’t it the uniform that generated that reaction from me? If she’d just been some normal woman I’d met out and about, wouldn’t I have wanted to get her under me and taking my dick anyway? She was cute. Not my usual type, maybe, but there was more to her as a person, and I think that was fucking with my head. She didn’t just fall all over me and give me what I wanted. No, she was more likely to punch me in the dick and call me an asshole. Why that was turning me on, I had no idea.
A fist banging against the door I had my face against, jarred my skull, and scared the hell out of me, and I wrenched it openwith a string of curses at the intruder who’d just fucking given me a headache, and killed my boner.
“The Pres needs you, man, we’ve got a problem,” Harley barked at me, already heading away from the door, and that was probably a good thing, because I had some frustrations to let out, and he was the one who just almost because the outlet for them.
“Tell me everything,” I barked as I followed him to the Pres’ office. If it wasn’t a matter of life and death, I was gonna be really fucking pissed off. It was probably just more Halloween patchover party shit, but anything to keep me busy was better than nothing.
