Mercy(White Collared Part 1)(27)
He gripped the sides of her hips and slammed her down against him. “Come all over my dick!”
For some reason, she felt compelled to wait until they climaxed before she interrupted. Then she clapped, giving them the kudos they deserved. “I’d give it a ten, but I had to take a point off for dramatics.”
Hannah squealed in shock, crossing her arms over her chest to hide her breasts while Tom whipped off his blindfold.
“Shit. Kate. What are you doing here?”
“That’s rich. What am I doing here? The question is how could you both do this to me?”
Oh God. She was the frigid girlfriend Hannah had mentioned in the bar. That her two closest friends had lied to her was bad enough, but the thought of Hannah laughing behind her back sliced her open, leaving her raw and exposed.
Hannah took Tom’s hand. “Kate, we didn’t mean for this to happen, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.”
She refused to waste tears on these two. “Right, because screwing my boyfriend behind my back wouldn’t hurt me.”
Tom disengaged from Hannah’s grip and scrambled out of bed, yanking on a pair of sweats. “Wait, Katie.”
“Good-bye, Tom. I hope you’re happy with her. You deserve each other. Hannah, stay away from me at work or, I swear, I’ll make you pay.” She raced out of the apartment, grabbing her purse on the way.
How could she be so stupid? All this time, she’d thought staying with a man as predictable as Tom would keep her safe. But he’d played her for a fool. Apparently, he wasn’t the dud in the sack. She was.
The whole situation hurt her head. Her heart raced and she couldn’t catch her breath. She needed a pill.
As she trotted down the stairs, Tom shouted her name from a few feet behind her. She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to hear his excuses. There was nothing he could say to make this right. Her trust for him had been based on the man she thought he was, but she’d cared for a mirage.
She flew out the building to the dark street and into a downpour of rain. The single working streetlamp cast Tom’s shadow onto the sidewalk. The door banged, and he trudged behind her, breathless and smelling like Hannah.
“Kate, please let me explain,” he begged. The hands that had earlier gripped Hannah’s hips now cupped her shoulders, swiveling her around to face him.
“There’s nothing you can say to make this right. We’re done. I don’t want to ever see you again,” she said, surprising herself with the calm in her voice.
“You don’t mean that. I know I messed up, but she threw herself at me. I didn’t go out intending to sleep with her.”
When his gaze slid to her chest, she looked down. Damn it! Her nipples were visible under her soaked white blouse. She folded her arms across her chest.
Despite the warm air, she was racked with chills, causing her teeth to chatter. “Right. Your dick accidentally fell into her pussy.”
He winced. “One night I ran into her at the bar. We just talked. Honestly. We commiserated about how you’d withdrawn from us since starting the internship. We missed you. So we figured we’d keep each other company. As friends. I rarely saw you, and, honestly, I didn’t think you’d even notice if I married another woman. I may have cheated with Hannah, but you’re not innocent either. You cheated on me with Nick.”
Her heart sank to her drenched feet. How had he found out about their kiss? “It didn’t—”
He spoke over her without giving her a chance to explain. “Yeah, I know there’s nothing sexual going on with the two of you, but you’re infatuated with him. Obsessed almost. How am I supposed to compete with the perfect Nicholas Trenton? I guess after a while I decided to take myself out of the running.”
She held up her hand and twirled in the direction of her apartment, determined to get home before she crumbled. “I can’t believe you’re blaming me for your cheating.”
He ran after her and seized her arm, spinning her back around. “At least let me give you a ride home.”
Tired, angry, and confused, all she wanted was to hide under the covers of her warm bed. But she refused to spend another minute with him, even if it meant she’d escape the rain and get to her bed that much quicker. She tried yanking her arm from his firm grasp. “Get your hands off me.” He tightened his hold, his fingers digging into the skin of her forearm. “You’re hurting me.”
He loosened his grip. She stumbled backward, twisting her ankle, and a bolt of piercing pain shot from her foot to her calf. But before she made contact with the wet concrete, a pair of strong arms held her steady, and, without looking behind her, she knew the identity of her rescuer.