Sniffling, I whisper, “Please take me home. I want to go home.”
He doesn’t say anything but I do feel him exhale a breath and nod, and I close my eyes in relief.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
The Bandit
“You,” I bark at the naked chick riding Lucas as soon as I barge into his bedroom, “get off him and get out.”
I throw her clothes at her to make my point.
Well, I’m assuming they’re her clothes because I picked ’em off the floor just now. But who the fuck knows with the revolving door that my best friend has got going on.
I don’t really give a shit though.
As long as she does what I want her to.
But first she needs to stop screaming and flailing at the sight of me.
“Hey,” I snap my fingers at her to make her shut up, “listen, can you shut the fuck up, okay? No one’s gonna hurt you. Just leave.”
Miraculously, she does listen to me and shuts up, even though her eyes are fearful. Then she grabs the clothes I’ve thrown at her and scurries out of the room, probably embarrassed.
She shouldn’t be.
I’m not here for her and it’s not as if I haven’t seen a naked chick riding a dick before.
I have, and lately, it always seems to be my best friend’s dick.
Who looks miffed that I interrupted his coitus.
He drags himself up on his bed, pulling his pants up to cover himself.
Good.
While I’m not opposed to squeezing his neck while his dick hangs in the wind, I do appreciate the courtesy of him getting his limp fucking organ out of my sight.
And in the next second, I’m pinning him against the wall.
When he opens his mouth to say something, I jam my wrist in his neck to shut him up.
“You made her cry.”
I squeeze his neck with such violence that he starts making choking noises and scratching at my wrist.
But I’m stronger than him.
Always was and always will be.
And I’m made even stronger in this moment with my rage.
It outweighs my guilt in this moment; my usual MO these past two years.
“You made herfucking cry,” I growl at him.
I still don’t let him speak.
I still keep that tight hold on him.