The man was sex crazed. Every part of my body hurt, and there was no way in hell I could have sex with him again. I wouldn’t be able to walk right if we did it one more time. He couldn’t honestly be serious…could he?
I turned, looking into his emerald eyes, and saw the seriousness behind his words. I ate the rest of my dinner in silence, letting the family talk to James and monopolize the conversation. I’d never sat silent for so long at the dinner table before today. I’d let them ask their questions and hear about Thomas’s work within the MC. I knew it was helping dampen the fears each one of them had about his work.
After dinner, we all fell into our usual spots—me on the floor with Anthony and the others on the couches and chairs around the room. James stretched out next to me, facing the television as he twirled a piece of my hair out of view of my parents. They wouldn’t have cared, in all honesty. I knew that about my parents, but I worried they’d see how I responded to him. They already didn’t believe that he meant nothing to me. I’d have a lot of explaining to do the next time the girls cornered me alone.
James Caldo was like a parasite, although a fucking sexy one.
Chapter 12 - Thrown for Loop
I collapsed next to her, completely winded from an orgasm to end all fucking orgasms. Izzy Gallo was a beast in the sack. She fucked like a porn star and took everything I had to give. Every moment I spent with her and her family, I fell a little bit farther into the rabbit hole, and I knew I’d never be the same after this fucking weekend.
“Jesus,” I murmured through labored breaths.
“I don’t know if I can even walk,” she whispered, rolling over and resting on her back.
“I can’t remember a better weekend in forever, Izzy.” My words were true. It had been the most relaxing forty-eight hours I’d had in years.
It wasn’t just that it had been relaxing—that I could do with a cold beer and a weekend of football. This was different. She made every minute enjoyable. Just watching her squirm at her parents’ had been enjoyment enough.
“I don’t think we should see each other again,” she said, putting her back to me.
What the fuck? “Excuse me?” I asked, turning toward her. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“Dead fuckin’ serious, James.”
“Izzy,” I whispered, grabbing at her shoulder as I tried to roll her back toward me. “Look at me.”
“No,” she barked, pulling her body from my grip. “I don’t want to see you again.”
“Not this shit again,” I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair. “Can’t even let me enjoy the goddamn afterglow before you start spouting your bullshit. I don’t believe a word of it.”
“Believe what you want, James. This isn’t working out for me.”
“Seemed to be working out just fine when you were grinding your pussy on my face and chanting my name.” I stared at the ceiling, thinking about what my next play should be to stop the train of destruction that was heading straight toward me.
“That was fucking, nothing more.”
“It was more than that and you know it.” I curled toward her, trying to hold her body against me.
She went rigid in my arms. “You should go before it gets dark,” she whispered.
“That’s it, huh? Fuck my brains out and toss me out like a piece of trash?” I asked, mystified at her thought process.
“Yeah,” she replied, her body flattening against the mattress.
I knew she was scared, but I was too pissed off to try and calm her fears. I bit back like a wounded animal.
I climbed off the bed, grabbing my jeans off the floor and sliding them on. “We’re not done, Izzy. I won’t stick around for us to say things we’ll regret. Shit we can’t take back.”
“The only thing I regret is spending the weekend with you.”
“You’re a fucking liar!” I roared, so pissed off I could barely see straight.
“Think what you want, but you’re not my type.”
“You just want a pussy you can boss around. I have a dick, babe. One you seemed to love this weekend. You get your head on fucking straight and give me a call when you’re ready.”
“Not happening, James,” she replied as she turned to face me.
I’d already raised my voice, but I couldn’t fucking help it. The woman was maddening. “I’m exactly what you need and want. You’re too fucking scared to admit it.”
She shook her head as she crawled out of bed and started to dress. “You’re not all that.”
“When you grow the fuck up, call me,” I said as I stalked toward her.