Her eyes spark, and I realize immediately I shouldn’t have said that. I all but admitted there was more to those few days than he could understand.
Brushing past that, I ask, “What did he say happens if you don’t get over me in the next few days?”
Dread fills her eyes, verifying my concerns. She keeps her mouth shut though, not wanting to answer me. Not wanting to sic me on him. I don’t fucking like it. I don’t want her feeling the drive to protect anyone from me—especially him. Her loyalty has to belong to me—all of it. I’m a greedy bastard; there can’t be any left for Rafe.
Which I realize is a problem since I’m pushing her to be with him, but I don’t fucking care. It doesn’t have to make sense; it’s just what I want.
I stop caressing her breast and let my hand drift down her torso. I run my hand over her still-flat tummy, and don’t stop until my palm is cupping her hot pussy.
Her voice is strained, her control a delusion. Whether that changes or it doesn’t, right now Laurel Price still belongs to me. I could fuck her right here against this wall if I wanted to. I could make her beg me to do it.
Fuck, do I want to.
Good thing one of us has some control.
Rubbing her pussy, supporting her weight as she floats helplessly into my depths, I assure her, “I’ll figure something out, okay?”
“What does that mean?” she murmurs.
“I’ll buy you more time. You do need to give him a chance, but I don’t want you to fuck him because you’re worried about me. It needs to be in your time or you’ll resent him.”
Sighing, she tells me, “This is a weird conversation to be having when you’re touching me like this.”
“Let’s not hate each other,” I murmur against the side of her face. “Let’s be friends.”
She moves her hips, rocking her pussy in my hand, wanting me to do more than rub her. Wanting me inside her. My cock hurts, it’s so fucking hard. There’s nothing in the world I want more than to give her what she needs, to spread those long legs of hers and bury my cock inside her.
“I don’t think Rafe would approve of this kind of friendship,” she tells me.
“Probably not,” I agree, inching my finger up under the fabric of her panties.
“Oh, God, Sin.” She reaches back and winds an arm around my neck, trying to pull herself even closer to me.
I’m so fucking tempted to at least finger fuck her right now, but that’s probably not the foot we should start out on. If Rafe did walk back here right now, he’d have to shoot me in the back of the fucking head. I wouldn’t even be able to blame him; I’d do the same thing.
I don’t want to leave her hot and bothered, but I can’t get her off, either. Letting my hand drift away from her core and up to her waist, I yank her close and murmur in her ear. “Go in the bathroom. Get yourself off. Think of me while you do.”
The yearning is clear in her voice; she doesn’t want to get herself off, she wants me to do it. “Sin…”
I hold onto her and guide her upright until I can let go without her falling. She still looks a little lost. I feel bad about it, but those fucking plump lips of her in a light pout are pure torture. My cock throbs, begging me to abandon reason, get her on her knees, and push between those pretty lips so I can find some relief.
There’s a reason I don’t let my cock run the show; it’s a stupid fucking thing that wants to get me killed.
Smacking her on the ass, I nod to the bathroom. “Go.”
She takes a couple reluctant steps forward, but looks back at me over her shoulder, her big blue eyes conflicted. I lift an expectant eyebrow, my features unbending. She knows I expect her to listen, and even though she wants more, she obeys me.
Once she’s in the bathroom, I consider going into the other one and relieving my own fucking ache, but I can’t. I need to get my ass back to the table. Since I probably shouldn’t show up with a massive hard-on, I do my best to kill it while I walk back, but it’s a struggle. Like Laurel, my mind doesn’t want to obey; it wants me to follow her into the bathroom. It wants me to shove open whichever stall she’s in and catch her playing with herself, to lick the sweetness off her fingers and shove my cock inside her instead. It tells me we’re both so turned on it wouldn’t even take long. I could bury myself inside her hungry little body and no one would even have to know it happened. In my mind, I see her helpless with wanting as I batter the walls of her welcoming pussy, as I leave my mark on her so no matter who she goes home with, I’m the one she’ll always think about. Her hot, desperate cries would echo off the tiled walls and she’d come for me fast and hard, her sweet pussy squeezing me as her body shuddered with pleasure. My relief couldn’t be far behind that sexy fucking show.
Great. My mind and my dick both want to get me killed.
I can’t tell if I’m more alarmed or relieved when I get back to the table and Rafe isn’t there. My steps slow before I approach and I sweep the room. It’s a paranoid move, and I don’t know why; Rafe would never attack me out in the open like this. He’s not a fucking idiot. We do our dirty work in the shadows; our public behavior has to rise above shit like that if we want to stay under the radar. Flying off the handle over private matters would bite us in the ass, and anyone dumb enough not to know that gets killed off before long. Can’t have liabilities like that in our crew. This family hasn’t survived fou
r generations of rule by being sloppy and careless.
Women sometimes cause waves, though. It’s always been the case, and it seems like it always will be.
“Where’d Rafe go?” I ask Lydia, since she’s the only one at the table.