Page 82 of I Promise You
“Asshole.”
We finally catch up with the team and I watch Hannibal play with a 6.5mm Creedmoor bullet in his hands, twirling it between each finger as I get closer.
“Let’s go, boys,” I order them as I turn further down the hallway, and everyone follows. I can hear Lopez from behind me, bidding his farewells to his new flavor of the week.
24
ARI
Ican’t believe what I did with Danny in this room. My reflection reveals messed up sex hair, a swollen lip, and clammy skin.
Butterflies take flight as I remember when his beautiful teeth had my lips stretched out like a strip of candy. And I wonder when I’ll see him again even though he just left.
My hair is still visibly out of place, even though I’ve tried everything to make it look like I didn’t get fucked against a wall by a very much starved, deprived man.
My muscles tremble from holding onto him, and I can still feel what he left inside me. I make a mental note to clean myself up before I go back to work.
The height difference is not a disadvantage...not one bit. It’s a freaking blessing with the way this man tackles and folds me into the positions he craves.
Is there any part of me that he hasn’t fucked already?
I’m sure he’ll think of something, or maybe he even has other positions in mind we haven’t done yet. He’d have a long list of other forbidden public places he’d like to venture into that could potentially get me killed or even fired.
I squeeze my thighs when I remember his cock between my breasts.
He could make me come with just the tip of his dick inside of me, and I almost did, but when he pushed more of himself in me, hitting that one spot that sent me into a world where I only saw gold stars…I came.
The sex with him gets better and better.
I’ve got to push these thoughts out of my head. I need to focus on getting through the rest of the day without thinking about what we did in this room. Or the empty hole in my heart that weighs on me whenever he has to leave.
I hold my wrist up, looking at my watch, and that’s when I realize I had spent almost an hour not working. My eyes bulge, and my heart sinks with disappointment in myself. I lost track of time because I was too busy with two Rider men.
Damian and Danny.
If I thought Danny was cold-hearted…his father won by a landslide. I never want to be around that man again. Danny intervened just in time. Who knows how badly that could have escalated?
Then I was“re-hydrating”my boyfriend.
I drop my arm and rush out the door, looking for any missed text messages from Lori through my watch. My feet scurry out of the room, my shoes squeaking against the tiles. My watch vibrates with an alert. I hold it up, but then I hit something hard, bumping into a man’s chest.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going,” I ramble, but a pair of familiar hands stop me.
Kane.
“It’s okay, Ari. It’s just me,” Kane reassures me with a hard look, rubbing my shoulders. I meet his dark blue eyes, and that’s when I realize I've been caught. His eyes scream,I know what you just did in there.
I want to run away now.
He looks like he was in a terrible fight or a car crash. He has little cuts and bruises under one eye. I want to reach out and touch him, ask him what happened, but the words get stuck in my throat.
“Sorry about that. I need to get back to work before my boss and co-workers kill me,” I apologize again, waiting for him to let me go. I lick my swollen bottom lip from where Danny bit me. Crap, it’s so obvious. He doesn’t let go of me right away. Instead, he studies me a few seconds longer, pursing his lips when he watches my own.
Then he scoffs when he sees the blood on my tongue.
“I’m sure they won’t,” he says casually, releasing his grip on me.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have to go? Danny just left, didn’t he?” I ask, looking around.
