Rafe meets my gaze, eyebrows hiked up, knowing he’s struck gold. “There is one way. I won’t like it, but he’s not having my baby. You’re the one I have to make room for. If you need him out of the way, I can do that. I’m not sure you’ll like my method.”
“You wouldn’t hurt him. He does good work for you.”
“He does. But I can’t keep him around if the mother of my child can’t stop daydreaming about fucking him when we’re trying to have a nice night out, now, can I?”
I swallow, staring at his chest. It drifts closer and he hugs me. I don’t want to hug him, but I’m presently a little afraid not to, so I wrap an arm around him to hug him back.
His tone is low, almost serene, as he goes on. “I can’t have Sin around if I have to worry about him, can I? He’s my go-to guy. I need something, he’s the guy I call. What am I supposed to do if I can’t call him, Laurel?”
“I never said you couldn’t call him,” I murmur, but without much steam.
“Now, if that’s what you need, tell me. If you can’t handle being around Sin in social situations, you let me know, and I’ll start looking around for his replacement.” His big hand caresses my jaw. “But this isn’t the kind of work where you get fired and go find a job elsewhere, kitten. When I fire someone, it’s permanent.”
I meet his gaze warily, my mouth like a cotton field. “It won’t come to that.”
His tone is falsely attentive, but he knows he’s threatening me. Maybe he even likes it. “No?”
“No,” I mutter.
“You’ll be able to overcome the epic four day love affair you had?”
His mocking tone pisses me off, but I bite my tongue. “I’ll get over it.”
“Good,” he says, pulling me into his broad shoulder, then shifting my weight so he can kiss me. “Get over it fast, because I want to fuck you, and I don’t like waiting.”
10
Sin
Tonight had to fucking suck. There wasn’t even an outside shot it would go any other way.
My fist flexes, wanting to do what it does best—smash in the face of the person pissing me off. Problem is, the person pissing me off so much right now is Rafe. A common occurrence since Laurel came on the scene.
As if it wasn’t bad enough having to sit here and watch him paw at her all night, watching him pay attention to other women and embarrass her, now as I stand here in the shadows, I have to watch his hand sliding up under her dress. The panties she’s wearing must be a thong, because I see the bare curve of her ass right before he squeezes it.
Anger and arousal surge at the same time. I don’t want him touching her ass, but that’s a thing I knew I’d have to deal with. All the rest of this shit, not so much.
Well, okay, sure, I figured eventually it might come up. But after she already loved the asshole, not right when they first got together.
He lifts her thigh and guides it until she hooks it around his hip. Now I have to watch as he presses himself between her legs, pinning her arms to the wall, and kisses the fuck out of her. I’d rather watch a grown man cry and piss himself over the bloody stumps where his fingers used to be than watch this fucking shit—no contest.
I guess I don’t have to watch this. I could walk away now. Ordinarily I don’t get involved in Rafe’s love life, but Laurel is full of fire tonight and he’s not really used to that. I just had to follow and make sure everything cooled down between them.
I’m stuck here watching him paw at her and I can’t fucking walk away. It’s increasingly difficult not to walk over there and rip him away from her. To punch him in the fucking face, throw her ass over my shoulder, and haul her out to my car. I should take her feisty little ass back to my house and tie her to my bed, bury my face between her thighs until she remembers how to act.
Nah, what am I thinking? She wouldn’t act like that with me. She responded to me very differently than she responds to him.
I like it, but I shouldn’t.
Laurel Price isn’t for me, so I don’t know why it feels so much like she is.
This is going to be fucking hard.
Before I have to watch him fuck her here in the hallway, the bastard finally pulls back. They murmur a couple more things to each other, then she nods and he takes a step back. He has to adjust his pants, but then he gives her hand a squeeze and heads back toward the table.
I keep to the shadows and watch. Laurel sighs and looks down at her shoes, then tips her head back against the wall. Finally, she pushes off the wall and resumes her trek to the bathroom.
I know she’s all right so I should go back to the table, but instead I follow her.