“You never holler ‘Come in,’” I quote. “You go to the door and you check the peep hole. That’s what it’s made for. You get me?” I glared down at her.
“You’re a dick,” she retorted.
“Don’t get me started on my dick, sweet-tart, little thing. You can’t handle my dick.”
From there it was game on. The two of us couldn’t say jack shit to the other without it turning into a full-fledged yelling match.
I stand here and shake my head, thinking about that woman and her damned mouth. Christ almighty, she has a mouth on her.
And could she ever suck cock with that mouth. Fuck. Now I’m hard. I’m always so damn hard to the point I realistically ache everywhere whenever I think of her. My chest. My mind. God.
My way of thinking goes right to that night we hooked up. The things she did with her mouth. The way her ass felt in my hands. It felt exactly the way I knew it would. God knows I’ve had my eyes glued to the way it moved the entire time. I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and when those words “Fuck you” tumbled out of her mouth, I snapped like a rubber fucking band. Swung her sexy ass around, shoved her against the wall, and did just what she said. I fucked her. Hard. Fast. She took all of me in her tight pussy. Her stunning eyes turned damn near as black as her hair when I dropped my pants and she got her first glimpse of my pierced cock. Four bars underneath the shaft that was angry and ready to stroke her walls, to give her the best fuck of her life.
She looked back up to me, her mouth opening then closing again. Then I sheathed myself, hoisted her up, those toned legs wrapping around my waist, shoved her panties to the side, and slid my dick in her. She screamed my name. My real name. Aidan. No woman has called me by my real name in years. I got lost in that woman. Five times to be exact. And now, fuck. I’d give anything to hear her call me by my name again.
I shake my head. She’s gone. I need to clear my thoughts of her.
I take a quick glance at the clock on my stove. Nine o’clock. “Shit, it’s still early,” I say once again to all these walls in this place.
Shoving my sorry ass away from the counter, I grab my keys out of my pocket, then shove them right back in. I’ve been drinking. I can’t fucking go anywhere. “Goddamn it.” I run my hands through my hair in frustration and head toward the tall windows overlooking New York.
Again I wonder if Deidre is out there somewhere. What the hell she’s doing. If she’s all right.
“Open up, asshole.” A loud bang on my door along with the boisterous sound of Roan fill the hallway and the silence in this place.
“Fuck off,” I say when I swing the door open. I’m agitated as hell. Grateful now that his pompous ass has stopped by. Well, maybe not, once I really get a good look at what a disheveled mess he is.
“What the hell, dude. You look worse than I do.” His hair is all over the place, his brows wrinkled. Ever since the earth has been free of Roan’s wacked out brother, he’s been laid back. The stunned expression on his face tells me he’s anything but laid back right now.
“I’m cool.” He saunters in, heads right for my favorite black recliner, and sits his ass down.
“You just got back. What the hell are you doing here?” I shut the door behind him.
He just sits there and stares at me.
I’m dumbfounded as hell. It isn’t like him to show up at my place out of the blue, especially when he just got home. His dick is bound and fucking gagged to Alina, so what the hell?
“Alina has some shit to do. I’m bored out of my mind. Can’t a guy have a drink with his friend?” He chuckles. Lying ass. Something is up.
“All I have is my Beam, man. You hate that shit.” He pulls his ass up a few inches out of the chair, smiling in a way to annoy the hell out of me, slides his hand behind him, and then starts waving a silver flask in the air. “Fucking hilarious,” I mumble.
“You want some?” he asks after downing probably half of his expensive shit.
“No. What I want is for you to tell me why you’re really here.” I raise my brow in question.
“I told you. She’s busy. Now, sit your ass down. Let’s watch the game.”
The little prick snatches up my remote and turns on the ball game. I eyeball the man I know all too well for the rest of the night, suspicious of his actions. He’s hiding something from me. Why is it that I have a sinking feeling deep in my gut that whatever it is has something to do with me?
CHAPTER TWO
DEIDRE
My nerves are tingling, like I’m being tickled all over with a silk-like feather when I pull into a parking lot next to the building where Alina is now living.