Before I can respond, he cuts the call. I’m fuming. Who is he to say who she can and can’t talk to? Something he says scratches at the back of my mind, though.‘She goes through enough.’What is that supposed to mean? I’m not sure, but I’d bet you the remainder of my bottle under the floorboards that I’m going to find out.
* * *
“So now I’m just confused on what your plan is?” Kieran’s voice rings throughout my office space. He’s on his honeymoon, but he’s still calling me to talk.
“How does Pigeon feel about you using her honeymoon time to talk to me?”
His laugh echoes through the line, “She’s asleep. Actually, I may have fucked her into a coma. Don’t change the subject, though. What’s your plan here?”
I scrub my hands down my face using my fingers to rub my tired eyes. Sleep evaded me all night, so instead I worked. Hence why it’s seven in the evening and I’m barely holding my eyes open.
“No plan. That makes it sound sinister. I’m just going to take what she’s willing to give me, until she’s willing to give me it all.”
“So you’re playing the Rowan game?”
“Uh, absolutely not.” My nose scrunches up in disgust. “I can acknowledge the spark and chemistry between us without trying to marry her on sight.”
“So if she was down? If she called you right now and said,‘MacQuillian Patrick Byrne, I want to marry you right now,’you wouldn’t jump at the chance?”
“Well that’s not happening, now is it? She hasn’t even texted me back today, and she hasn’t logged on to work all day.”
“That’s not what I asked, M. If she expressed that she wanted to make you her husband?” He’s smug, he knows I’d do whatever she asked me to. I’m just putting on a good front.
“Yeah, whatever. Do you think I should just go to her house? Make sure she’s okay?”
“I think that’s a terrible idea. She’ll text you back, just relax. She’s fine.”
“How are you so sure?” The anxiety bleeds through my voice.
“Because, if she wasn’t, we’d be the first people Fischer would come to. Especially after Saturday. Don’t worry, she’s probably just taking a day off.” Kieran has the extremelycalming voice he rarely pulls out, but today it shines through every word. “It’s okay Mac. Go finish your work, then maybe go into town and clear your mind. Maybe hit the club tonight.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll call you later.”
“Anytime. Call me if you need me.”
We exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. He’s right, I need to clear my mind. Powering down my computer for the night, I decide to head into the city. Maybe I’ll hit Z13 up, it’s a club in our territory that we like to frequent. We’ll see how I feel. I haven’t really been in the mood to go in a few days. Deciding to discard that idea, I make the decision to just head into the city anyway. Lee still hasn’t texted me, and I don’t want to sit here worrying to death about her.
Walking into my bathroom, I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up. I need it if I’m going to stay awake after the day I’ve had. Really I should stay home and sleep, but will I? No, I won’t because apparently I like torturing myself. After stripping off my clothes, I run my hands through my hair preparing myself to get in the shower before stepping in. The second I do, the hot water behind me hits my back causing me to groan. I try to shower quickly, but thoughts of Lee in her sexy as fuck dress take over my mind. My cock hardens and begins to ache as it demands attention from me.
Fuck it.
I take my body wash and lather up my hand before finally gripping the base of my dick and groaning out in sweet relief. Closing my eyes, my left arm leans against the tile of the bathroom wall. Instinctually my head rests against it and my body leans slightly forward. The image of Lee in front of me, naked, arms tied behind her back, and peeking up at me from beneath those long dark eyelashes is almost enough to havemy knees buckling. This won’t take long.
Lee leans forward and licks the precum from my tip before spitting on the crown and taking as much as she can before pulling back. My hand comes down and tangles into the hair at the back of her head, guiding her movements while she works to relax her throat and take more of me until I can feel the head of my cock slide down her throat. I pull back and give her a second to breathe. Goddamn, she looks so fucking pretty tied up and sucking me off. Pressing back into her mouth, she swallows around me and the constriction sets me off. Pulling out quickly, I stroke my cock until I’m coating her lips and tongue with my release. She smirks up at me and her eyes blaze with the desire for more.The pure fucking bliss I’m feeling instantly vanishes the moment I force my eyes open and remember that was just in my mind, and here in the real world I just fucked my hand in the shower like a fucking chump.
* * *
I decided to opt for casual this evening with jeans, a navy hoodie, and a flannel jacket over it. My vans are tan and white, and my hat is also tan in color. Strolling down the sidewalk incognito enough to where you aren’t getting side glances, or people moving to the other end of the street is nice. I’m not used to walking among everyone else.
The old Catholic church that my parents used to drag us to every Sunday morning for Mass comes into view. Its brick walls look the exact same, the stained glass still shining from the lights on inside the building. It’s like the building was frozen in time. As I round the side of the church, I can’t help but notice a dozen or so men and womenstanding around smoking cigarettes by the stairs that I know lead into the church basement. Nodding as I pass the crowd, I make sure to keep my head down. I know where they’re going, and it’s nowhere near where I want to be.
I’m almost past the group of people when I accidentally run into someone. Looking up, I find a man who must be no older than Declan, the same height and build as I am. His bright blue eyes lock on mine, and his mouth quirks up at the edge.
“Sorry about that, man.” I rush out, hoping he’s not about to try to convince me to come in.
“No problem, accidents happen. What’s your name, kid?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I know he isn’t calling me a kid right now. “Well, it sure as fuck isn’t kid.”
