Page 59 of Suck This

“Big prick.”

Was it bad that my mind automatically went to a certain ‘big prick’ that I couldn’t stop thinking about?

And Jesus, was Con’s cock big. Massive came more to mind.

The minute the woman pierced my vein with the needle, I heard a sharp ‘bang!’ from the other room and a male curse.

The two women looked up, confused at the sound.

“I’ll go check.”

That came from the other woman. She was standing next to a man donating plasma, but he was there religiously, just like I was. How we always ended up coming the same day three out of every four times was beyond me, but we did.

I even knew he had a wife, four kids, three dogs, two cats, and two grandbabies on the way.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

I looked up to see the woman apologizing to someone and froze.

Blue eyes that haunted dreams peered out of the cracked door, and my heart started to speed.

His eyes narrowed on me, where I was sitting holding that stupid yellow smiley-faced ball.

I turned away, upset that he was there.

I shouldn’t have come.

I’d had a feeling that this place belonged to him.

I wasn’t sure why. It was just a gut instinct. I mean, how convenient was it that a privately owned blood care center was in the middle of Con’s territory?

But to have my suspicions confirmed was hard to digest.

Especially when I saw him there, standing and watching the blood being taken from my vein.

An irrational urge rolled through me as I hoped that Constantine was the one to drink it, causing me to squeeze the ball harder than I probably should have.

“You bleed fast,” Tracy, the phlebotomist currently taking my blood, observed.

I nodded my head.

“I’ve heard that quite a few times.”

And I had. From everyone that ever took my blood.

The man giving plasma, Jim, started to beep, and Carol, the other phlebotomist, came rushing back. She’d been just standing there, looking dumbly at Constantine.

I didn’t know what she was waiting for, but seeing her start back to life after being caught in the force field that always seemed to surround Con was quite hilarious.

Her face blushed, and her eyes were wild.

Her heart was beating a little too fast—and how the hell I knew that was beyond me.

But I could tell.

Yet I couldn’t ask the one man that I wanted to ask about it.

Instead, I looked down from that penetrating gaze, returning my gaze to the television screen.

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