“Depends on the definition.”
“I need to have my needs met somehow, McQueen. Drugs or sex. You choose.”
I eye him with a glower. “How about a punch to the head or a kick in the balls?”
“Will you lick them better?” I stretch my jaw to keep my temper in check when he tacks on, “You think you can waltz into The Landings, do everything you want to do, and then I’m supposed to follow you to the ends of the Earth?”
“That’s ideal,” I reply without a second thought. “However, you don’t have to worry about anything anymore. We’renotpregnant.”
“I want us to be pregnant.”
“Are you fuckin’ high?” I grind out. “Because I’m not dealing with this, if you are.”
“Depends on your definition of high.”
I shove at his shoulders again. “Fuckoff.”
“You see, that’s the thing, McQueen,” he emits ever-so-softly, leaning closer and brushing his lips across my cheek. “You’re roaming around here fucking Cairo… You’vefinallygot Levi to screw you. But did you honestly think, for one minute, I was going to allow that big muscle mass of man to take away what’s mine? What I had first?”
“First? That man and I have been ride-or-dies since we’ve been kids.”
“And he’s been fucking you for—what, a second?”
“The door’s behind you.”
“I like where I am right here. You won’t let me be anywhere else,withanyone else, and so, I’m stuck here.”
I don’t want that.
I want him to want to be here, not because I left him no choice.
Exhaling through my mouth as slowly as I can, I try to keep my body navigating smoothly through this conversation. “You don’t want me anymore.”
I feel the small shake of his head. The way his fingers plant firmer into my waist, and I can’t help but melt into him and the fridge.
“I’m always going to desperately want you, McQueen. And if Cairo and Torin won’t allow me to snort my life away and Ozzy keeps coming for me whenever I want some damn peace and quiet…I’ll stick to the only thing everyone will allow me to have.” He presses a long kiss to the column of my throat. “You.”
My eyes close on their own accord because Reeve is the calm bullshit that settles my nerves. But I’m not so far gone I don’t realize we have too much between us to buckle down and say we’re fine.
“I’m not your fuck toy,” I manage to get out. “You can shove this idea of yours up your ass.”
“I’m not leaving if Wallace fucked you on my watch,” he returns evenly. “You’ve got me fucked up.”
“Same. When you think you’re going to use me because you can’t have anything else.”
“You laid down that rule, McQueen.” He kisses me again. “Not me.” His wet tongue lashes across my heated flesh, and I press my thighs together for some relief. “But we both know I was never going to allow you to move on with someone that’snotwithin my circle of friends.”
“Levi isn’t your friend?”
“What would you say to that question?”
No. Like a solid hell no.
“You’re going to fuck me…and you’re going to moan around my cock. And you’re going to stupidly let me come inside you again.”
I’m not entirely sure how to describe the pure meltdown of my brain when he says that, but it stops words from leaving my lips. It stops fighting to protect my mental sanity and push back with something else.
It’s fucked up.
