He winked and smirked deeper. “Think about that for a moment.”
I’ve heard it called a tramp stamp but never a—oh, yeah I got it. God, he was so dirty. And why did it have to turn me on so much?
“I’m going to use the restroom,” I said, thinking I needed to distance myself from him for a little bit. I liked the feeling of his fingers on my skin, and my back was tingling. I didn’t want to even acknowledge how wet my panties might have been. And I really was too messed up in the head to figure out what men wanted right now, and I…I just needed to leave.
“No, don’t go yet,” he said, he shoved his hand deep in a pocket, pulled out his phone, and checked the time on it. “I really only came to show my face for a few minutes. I have to be somewhere in thirty minutes.”
“Hot date?” I asked, relieved. I was right. He wasn’t really interested; he was just being flirty.
“Why? You jealous?” he asked with a smile.
“Not a chance,” I said, smiling back. “But I really do need to use the bathroom. I’ll see you around work,” I said, standing up.
He poked at his phone and winked up at me, “Okay, you can walk away now.” His phone was facing me as if he were about to snap a picture of me.
“What are you going to do with your phone?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Recording that perfect ass walking away.”Oh, damn.
“What? Why?” I laughed, red-faced.
“For later. That shit’s pure porn.”
I flipped him the finger as I walked away, but I felt the heat of his gaze on my backside and found my hips swaying a bit more than usual. I couldn’t help smiling to myself at the attention he’d given me. Maybe a few mindless nights with Ryan Cage would get me out of the rotten man funk I’d been in. I’d have to talk to Dean and see if Ryan was involved with someone or if he was single. Single meant fun, and that’s exactly what I needed after the intense relationship I had just gotten away from.The relationship that wasn’t a relationship at all. I would protect my heart though and just have fun. That’s it. Really.
I rounded the corner into the hallway that lead to the bathrooms, and walked right into Caption Anderson.
“Fury,” he rumbled, grabbing me softly by the arms. “You look beautiful tonight. And I’m really sorry, baby.”
My shoulders slumped. I just wanted to get away from him and use the bathroom, but his hands felt…so warm and familiar.
“I want you Brooke. I’m crazy about you, and I miss you so fucking much.”
“Please, let go of me,” I whispered. My words were as weak as my resolve. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he didn’t mean to do it. Maybe he did have too much wine that night and was too stressed about work. Maybe I did deserve it; maybe I was nagging him too much.
“I’m sorry for what I said, okay? We had a nice thing.” He licked his lips and tilted his eyes to the bathroom door and back to me quickly. “Come inside the bathroom with me. Let me show you how much I missed your pussy.”
What a jerk.
“How much you missed my pussy?” I hissed, stepping away from him. “That would be a ‘hell no,’ thanks anyway.”
He stared at me stunned, and then stepped back with a snarl. “What? You fucking Cage now?”
“No.” I ground my teeth together.
“Well, you looked pretty comfortable together,” he snapped, leaning his face closer to mine.
“We’re not doing anything, and it’s none of your business anyway. It’s over between us.”
“I’m not done with you,” he ground out.
Fear prickled along my scalp as his hands squeezed tighter around my arms. “I could make your life a living hell, Fury. I’ll hurt everyone around you. You’re brother, his squad, and your new little friend, Cage, that loud-mouthed prick.”
“Nothing is going on between us,” I said.
“That’s what we used to say too, remember?” He leaned in even closer and took my ear between his lips and sucked. “When I was deep inside your hot, little cunt, and you were pretending you weren’t fucking your boss every day at work.”
“Stop,” I said, pushing my hands against his chest. His vulgarity was making me sick. My mouth flooded with saliva, and I couldn’t swallow fast enough.
“Come on, Fury. I thought you liked the fast track I had you on to promotion.” He let go of my arms and grabbed my chin hard. “I seem to remember how much you liked it, how hard you rode it, all the while screaming my name.”
“That’s not why I was with you—”
“Get the fuck in the bathroom, then.” He said, shoving me through the bathroom door by my chin. “You can tell me all about it.”
