What?The breath rushes out of me in a gut punch sensation and my mouth falls open.WHAT?
Gabbi smiles tentatively and nods once, turning on her heels and heading back down the hall. Bile rises in my throat and I look at Trissa in shock. “What the fuck, Trissa? Why are you doing this? Please, I thought… we just…”Ding!
I shake my head against the confusion and hurt clouding my mind in a thick fog. I have to be missing something. This is twice in as many days that we’ve been intimate and she’s immediately dropped me. Except this time I know for a fact that she wasn’t pretending at anything, she couldn’t have been—she wanted me,needed me.
Trissa straightens her dress as best she can as she sniffles and tip toes out of the room, ready to go create a fucking casual hook up profile with my cum running down her thigh. I want to stop her. The thought of her contemplating going through with this after what we just shared turns my stomach sour, especially because it doesn’t even look like shewantsto do it. So, why? My heart clangs woodenly in my chest and I sink down to the floor to try and stop the spinning.
A sensation like wind rushing past and the floor falling out from under my feet bombards me and I choke.Wait. I look up at the doorway, where Trissa just left and narrow my eyes as it finally dawns on me.She called me Cian. I rub a hand across myjaw and flinch. Suddenly the past two days make sense, and I grunt—equal parts impressed and annoyed that I’ve been played like a finely tuned fiddle.She knows.Fuck! I need to explain, to apologize… I need to end thisnowbefore things get out of hand. Trissa gave herself to me freely, knowing exactly who and what I was. I frown as I tuck myself back into my pants and exhale, annoyed at myself for losing control. I’m not a violent sort of person… but I’ve already been damned, and I don’t mind sending anyone who tries to touch what’s finally mine straight to hell.
Chapter fifteen
Feisty Kitty
Trissa
“What thefuck, Trissa? I leave you for ten minutes and you fuck the target!” Gabbi whisper-yells, waving her arms in the air to exaggerate her annoyance.
I wince and bite my lip, “Okay… yeah.” My brows scrunch up as I shrug. “I think the plan worked though.” With a half-smile I squeeze my thighs together on the couch, still reeling from the best sex of my entire life. I cleaned up quickly and changed into a baggy tee and leggings before joining Gabs back in the sitting room. I can still feel some of Cian’s cum making my panties damp, and as much as I normally hate residual leaking—I can’t deny the feeling this time is sort of magical. It means it’s real! He’s real. And he just fucked meso mind-numbingly goodthat I completely forgot about Operation Ghost Cock, much to Gabbi’s chagrin.
“Really?” Gabbi arches a brow and sucks her teeth, “Oh that’sgreat! So how did he spill the beans?”
I tilt my head and my brow furrows, “Beans?” My brain is still trying to reboot, but all I can think about is how thrilling thatwas—how amazing he made me feel, and how fucking sexy it was when he called me his with that little growl in his throat.
“The truth, Trissa. What was his explanation for lying?”
Oh, right. My heart sinks.Hot damn. I groan and let myself fall into Gabbi’s shoulder. “Oh my glob, Gabs— I’m sorry, I’m a total slut for ghost cock.”
Gabbi snorts and I look up at her and flash a weak smile as she shakes her head and says, “Aye yai yai. Let’s just get back on track and hope it still works, yeah?”
I nod and force myself to sit up. I’m not sure we really need to post the HookUps profile, but I am sure that it will piss Cian off, especially after I let him claim me. Gabbi was not at all convinced that this was a solid plan, but she’s still been here helping me set this thing up for the past few hours so backing out now seems like a real bitch move. Unless… guilt gnaws at me and I glance around the room, desperately searching for any sign of him—any signal that he’ll just come clean and I won’t have to do this. I wait… but nothing happens, and I don’t feel his presence.Damn it, Cian… c’mon!Gabbi hands me the phone with everything loaded and ready to go and I cringe as I look it over. My finger hovers over the ‘publish’ icon, delaying for as long as possible.
“Triss? Does it look good?” Gabbi starts cleaning up some of the mess we’ve made over the past couple of hours and I nod lamely. It looks like a friggen dumpster fire, actually.
I sigh and start to click the button when an angry gust of air blasts me from the side. A small breath of relief escapes my lips as I look toward where the wind came from and wait. My brow furrows and I bite my lip, anticipation building the longer nothing happens. I minimize the app to glance at my messages from Cian, but there’s no confession or apology there either. I know he says he wants to talk to me, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to tell the truth. Gabbi is here yes, but my messagesare still private. I do have a new text from him, and he’s clearly upset… but not enough to own up to his bullshit and come clean. Anger surges to life in my chest at his silence. I deserve the truth, damn it! I scowl and open the HookUps app, quickly pressing publish and tossing my phone down on the couch.
“There! It’s live!” My voice is an octave higher than normal and my stomach feels a bit sick, but I’ll be damned if I let one loser lie through his teeth to me for years only to replace him with another one. If Cian wants me for real, then he needs to prove that he respects me as a person. I refuse to give myself fully to someone if they won’t do the same for me… even if for the first time, Ireallywant to. The lights flicker and the cabinets and doors all slam open and shut, a swirling wind picks up, and Gabbi squeals as she cowers with her arms over her head.
“I think we pissed him off!” She looks over at me with worry etched into her features.
“Why don’t you head out?” I stand tall, unmoved by his little display. If he wants to throw a fit, let him. I know he won’t hurt me. At least, I’m like… ninety-six percent sure he won’t hurt me. I think of his hand wrapped around my throat and his bruising fingers gripping a handful of my ass and my core clenches with arousal. Okay, ninety-nine percent sure he’ll only hurt me if it feels good.
“Are you sure?” Gabbi is already reaching for her purse and slipping on her shoes as I nod again.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll call you later. Casper, knock it off so she can leave, or I’m going with her.” I put as much force into the lie as I can muster. Gabbi looks at me wide-eyed and I shake my head slightly at her silent question. I’m not going anywhere. But it works. The lights flicker one last time, and the doors and cabinets stop slamming, although he left half of the cabinets open. I roll my eyes in annoyance but walk over to Gabbi to give her a quick hug.
“Call me if you need anything. Love you, Tee.” Her eyes are scanning the room behind me as she walks backward toward the door, which is already open.
“I will, Gabs. Drive safe. Love you.” I smile and give a little half wave, trailing behind her to lock up, but as soon as Gabbi is through the door it slams shut and locks itself. She glances up at me through the other side of the glass, a question in her eyes, but I just nod and give her a thumbs up. She purses her lips before she turns on her heels and runs to her car.
I take a deep breath and turn to face the room. “Well, I hope you feel better, because you look like a giant friggen asshole!”
I stick my nose up in the air and start off down the hall. I feel a hand on my shoulder and glance back to see a murderously angry looking Cian, floating behind me.
“What,” he breathes deep, “the fuck was that, Trissa?” A shiver runs down my spine at the crazed look in his eye and I roll my lips into my mouth and bite down to keep from smiling. I definitely need more therapy, because that should not make my panties wet… right?
I scoff and give him an angry glare, “That’s what I’d like to know,Casper!” His eyes widen and the muscles in his jaw tick, but before he can answer me I roll my shoulder and displace his hand. I glimpse his mouth dropping open in shock before he disappears, then I turn and run the rest of the way down the hall and crawl-run up the stairs, swallowing down hysteria as a giggle escapes my lips. At the top of the stairs I feel hands circle my waist before they pull me back against a hard chest. I let out a little squeal as Cian walks us forward and pushes my front up against the wall, caging me between it and his solid form.
His rough voice is a throaty growl as he breathes into my ear, “Stay.” Heat travels straight to my clit and gathers low in my belly as my breathing turns ragged.Fffff-fuck. My brain threatens to turn to mush and I have to force myself to focus.
