A growl escapes my lips and I grab her shoulders and slam her back against the bathroom door. I search her needy eyes before pinching mine shut. I’m trying my damnedest not to cave because once I do this, I can’t go back. But seeing her with that prick and having her dangle him in front of me has pushed me over the edge.
I open my eyes and they automatically scan over her. Every one of her pores oozes sex.
And she wants it with me.
I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse.
Fuck it. I kiss her the same way I want to fuck her. It’s rough and bruising. It annihilates me from the inside out and I know it burns her too. I want the flames of this kiss to lick their way up her throat and mar her forever.
I tug her lip between my teeth and cause her to moan. Fuck, how she moans. I grind on her, pushing my cock against her. She spreads her legs and I place a knee between her thighs. She rubs against me, chasing a release I’m desperate to give her. Her panties are fucking soaked and I’d bet she’ll leave a stain behind on my knee.
“Fuck me, Liam. No one has to know. No one saw us. Shit, I need you.” Her voice is pained with her admission and it brings me clarity. I take a step back, pumping the brakes and her gaze turns murderous.
“I want to, but, dammit Flynn.”
“Then leave. Fuck you, Liam. I’ll see you in therapy.” I open my mouth, but it’s pointless. I don’t have a rebuttal. She’s right—I should leave, yet I can’t help but stare at her.
She spins and grabs flips the lock before grabbing the knob. I slam my palm against the door, desperate to stop her, searching for any way in my mind I can fuck her here. Now. Tonight.
My head drops moments before my hand drops as well. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life. It might be the rush to sin and temptation of the forbidden, but one taste of her and I was obliterated.
She throws open the door and storms out. When I get back to Trevor, he’s both pissed and confused.
“I thought you left. I was ready to kick your ass.” I order one more drink and down it.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Eight
Flynn
My vibrator is broken. I had to resort to masturbating with my hand like I live in the olden days or some shit. My wrist and fingers are sore. If it weren’t for Liam, I wouldn’t even need to get off, but his kiss was nearly orgasm-inducing on its own. The fact that he deprived me of climaxing was somehow both infuriating yet arousing.
I couldn’t even fuck Damon and trust me, I tried. I even went back to his apartment with him but I couldn’t get it up—metaphorically speaking, of course.
He, on the other hand, was roaring and ready to go, but when I pulled back and saw his face and not Liam’s, it was a real lady-boner killer. He was less than thrilled when I pushed him away and told him I was leaving. As I was leaving, he called me a tease, unhappy that I bruised his ego, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
Now, this morning, as I’m trying to start my day the right way—with an orgasm—I discover I wore out my battery operated boyfriend last night. Dammit, Liam.
He admitted me wants me, but not while I’m his patient. That might’ve been fine if I hadn’t already worked my way through every therapist in a thirty mile radius. He’s my last hope, which only gives me one choice. I’ll have to find a way to seduce him on the clock.
It’s either that or get better and no longer need therapy, but that sure as shit ain’t happening.
My next appointment isn’t for another five days, which gives me a couple of options. I can either use this time to meticulously plan my next move or I can find an excuse to see him sooner.
I have his office number and email…but I also have his home address. Showing up at his place seems a bit stalkery even to me with all my issues. If I email his office, there’s a chance someone else will have access and read what I say, which would be majorly problematic. Could I demand an emergency appointment? For what though? My mom would never believe that I want another appointment for no reason. She’d get suspicious and everything would fall apart. Fuck.
God, is this what girls go through all the time? The obsessing and stalking—online and in real life. No wonder men think women are nuts.
It’s not like I’m in love with the guy. I’m not crazy. Well, maybe a little crazy. His cock sure as shit is making me nuts. It’s not like I can’t get laid whenever I want, but there’s something else about him that I can’t put my finger on.
Or maybe he just has a magic cock. What do I know?
I know he lives downtown where there’s plenty of shopping I can do. I may have to accidentally run into him outside of his apartment. Liam? Oh, wow, I forgot you lived here. What are the odds?
I roll my eyes at myself. Yeah, right. I couldn’t pull off the dumb bimbo look if I tried. One look from me and he’d know it was a planned attack.
Of course, he’d be right.
Regardless, I’ll need reinforcements. It would be extra stalkery to show up alone.
Flynn: Meet
