connected with his chest and I pushed him, shoving him back a single step. It wasn’t much, but I felt as if I’d moved a brick wall.
“Not enough!” I snapped. “Not nearly enough to deal with assholes like you on a regular basis.”
“So it’s true! He set me up!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t put it together? He arranges for me to pay Callahan a visit and you just happen to be there looking like a wet dream?” He shook me hard, hard enough that my jaw snapped closed, and all I could think of was my da coming in drunk and ranting at my ma, smacking her around. And my ma would take it. She’d stand there stoically and let him hit on her, scream at her, and maybe she’d raise her voice back at him once in a while, but most of the time, she was his punching bag.
I was not my ma.
“I don’t think you’re stupid, but I do think you’re a paranoid schizophrenic. What was I doing there? I work there, you dumbass. I’ve worked there for four years!” I jabbed my finger into his chest. My voice, already loud, rose an octave. I was closely approaching a pitch that only dogs would be able to hear. I was yelling at him. I was yelling at my da. I was yelling at my ma. I was screaming to the past and the present that they would never merge and history would never repeat itself. “You’re the one who keeps showing up where I am! Not the other way around. So back the fuck up, let me the hell go and get the hell out of here if that’s all you came for.”
“I can’t get you out of my damn head!” he roared. “I almost lost tonight because of you. I never fucking lose, do you understand that? I let Callahan go because of you! I don’t do that shit. Period. If I’m given a job, I do it. Yet, you come along and now I can’t stop thinking about you. What is it about you?”
“It’s because I don’t like your psychotic ass and you don’t know how to deal with it!”
Abruptly he released my shoulder, while still keeping a grip on my face. Before I could react, his fingers slipped down the front of my panties and I arched my back involuntarily, a groan escaping before I could stop it.
“Why the fuck are you wet then?” he growled.
I shifted, clenching my legs closed, trying to force his fingers where I really wanted them. The place desperate for friction of any kind, painfully throbbing for it.
“Because you’re a decent lay!” I gasped, trying to force heat into my words and cringing when it came out as a desperate moan.
“Am I? Or are you trying to fuck with my head?” he snarled, flexing his hand.
I groaned again and fisted his shirt.
“If you’re going to keep your hand there, you better start fucking with me.”
He jerked it away and I whimpered, hating myself instantly for it.
“I want answers.”
“And I want to come now, you dick! Everyone has problems.”
“Did King set me up?” he demanded, ignoring me completely.
“Fuck if I know. I still don’t understand what Joshua or Chase has to do with anything.” I did know that I was aching, my insides burning and twisting and pulsating. The urge to start humping the air like a horny dog was nearly overwhelming.
“You said he was your boss,” he pressed.
“He owns Duke’s and Bar 9. I work at both. That makes him my boss.”
He continued to stare down at me and I held his gaze, even when my eyes felt like they were glassing over. I knew that if I broke contact first, I was gonna lose. Lose what, I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was imperative that I won.
Finally, finally, he took a deep breath and stepped back completely. I didn’t pull him forward and grind on his leg, as much as I wanted to.
“I believe you.”
“Damn straight,” I muttered.
“For now,” he clarified. “But understand this. If you’re trying to fuck me over, I’ll find out.”
“And the thought terrifies me. Truly.”
“Your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one day,” he
“Not enough!” I snapped. “Not nearly enough to deal with assholes like you on a regular basis.”
“So it’s true! He set me up!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t put it together? He arranges for me to pay Callahan a visit and you just happen to be there looking like a wet dream?” He shook me hard, hard enough that my jaw snapped closed, and all I could think of was my da coming in drunk and ranting at my ma, smacking her around. And my ma would take it. She’d stand there stoically and let him hit on her, scream at her, and maybe she’d raise her voice back at him once in a while, but most of the time, she was his punching bag.
I was not my ma.
“I don’t think you’re stupid, but I do think you’re a paranoid schizophrenic. What was I doing there? I work there, you dumbass. I’ve worked there for four years!” I jabbed my finger into his chest. My voice, already loud, rose an octave. I was closely approaching a pitch that only dogs would be able to hear. I was yelling at him. I was yelling at my da. I was yelling at my ma. I was screaming to the past and the present that they would never merge and history would never repeat itself. “You’re the one who keeps showing up where I am! Not the other way around. So back the fuck up, let me the hell go and get the hell out of here if that’s all you came for.”
“I can’t get you out of my damn head!” he roared. “I almost lost tonight because of you. I never fucking lose, do you understand that? I let Callahan go because of you! I don’t do that shit. Period. If I’m given a job, I do it. Yet, you come along and now I can’t stop thinking about you. What is it about you?”
“It’s because I don’t like your psychotic ass and you don’t know how to deal with it!”
Abruptly he released my shoulder, while still keeping a grip on my face. Before I could react, his fingers slipped down the front of my panties and I arched my back involuntarily, a groan escaping before I could stop it.
“Why the fuck are you wet then?” he growled.
I shifted, clenching my legs closed, trying to force his fingers where I really wanted them. The place desperate for friction of any kind, painfully throbbing for it.
“Because you’re a decent lay!” I gasped, trying to force heat into my words and cringing when it came out as a desperate moan.
“Am I? Or are you trying to fuck with my head?” he snarled, flexing his hand.
I groaned again and fisted his shirt.
“If you’re going to keep your hand there, you better start fucking with me.”
He jerked it away and I whimpered, hating myself instantly for it.
“I want answers.”
“And I want to come now, you dick! Everyone has problems.”
“Did King set me up?” he demanded, ignoring me completely.
“Fuck if I know. I still don’t understand what Joshua or Chase has to do with anything.” I did know that I was aching, my insides burning and twisting and pulsating. The urge to start humping the air like a horny dog was nearly overwhelming.
“You said he was your boss,” he pressed.
“He owns Duke’s and Bar 9. I work at both. That makes him my boss.”
He continued to stare down at me and I held his gaze, even when my eyes felt like they were glassing over. I knew that if I broke contact first, I was gonna lose. Lose what, I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was imperative that I won.
Finally, finally, he took a deep breath and stepped back completely. I didn’t pull him forward and grind on his leg, as much as I wanted to.
“I believe you.”
“Damn straight,” I muttered.
“For now,” he clarified. “But understand this. If you’re trying to fuck me over, I’ll find out.”
“And the thought terrifies me. Truly.”
“Your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one day,” he
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