“Eat it?” he replies flippantly.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Well, what do you want me to tell you? Throw the fucker away.”
“Where’s the trash?”
Rory bends down, pulls his phone from his pocket, and presses something. The lights come on.
“You know it’s ridiculous to have an app to do that, right?”
He shrugs. “It is what it is. I’m gonna go clean my ass. I’ll be right back.” Rory pulls his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then disappears down the hallway.
I get rid of the condom, then wet some paper towels, wash off my groin, and get dressed.
Is he doing okay in there? I did my best to be careful with him, knowing it was his first time. I can’t figure out what the hell to think about Rory, but I don’t want to have hurt him. I don’t want to be the source of sexual trauma.
I pace the kitchen that’s the size of half our trailer, until a few minutes later, when I smell the scent of a vape pen and hear his footsteps as he comes into the room.
“Want some?” He holds it out for me.
“Sure.” I take it, our fingers brushing, and damned if I don’t feel an unfamiliar tingle where our skin met.
What the fuck was that?
“Um…are you good?” I ask Rory.
He frowns. “Why the fuck would you ask me that? I just jizzed my brains out of my dick.”
I roll my eyes. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t go too hard or hurt you.”
“Pet…it would take a whole lot more than that to hurt me. My ass is fine, but I appreciate the concern. It’s weird, but…nice or something.” He walks away, heading straight for the pantry door. “I’m fucking starving. Are you hungry? Let’s eat. I swear I feel like I could eat this whole house.”
There he goes, bouncing around topics again. He doesn’t like to talk about anything serious, and I can’t say I blame him. It’s not my favorite thing either, but it feels worse when Rory does it. Why did he act so surprised that I would worry about hurting him?
“I could eat.”
“Bet. Let’s make breakfast. I fucking love breakfast. Your mom made it for me.” He winks, and I give him the finger. I know he’s just trying to get under my skin.
Still, I say, “If I’m fucking you, you don’t get to fuck her.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” He tries to walk toward the fridge, but my arm shoots out, hand wrapping around his bicep.
“I’m not kidding, Cherry. I don’t care if I owe you money or not. I’m not sticking my dick in you if you plan on putting yours in her.” There’s no doubt in my mind she would do it. And whatever, I don’t care if she fucks the whole state of Massachusetts. I’m down for her getting hers, but I’m not sharing him with her.
His gaze zeroes in on my hand, then back to my face. “I would probably let go of my arm if I were you.”
I relax my hold, before letting go altogether. “Don’t do it.”
“I’m not going to fuck your mom, pet. I just want this.” He palms my dick, and damned if I don’t whimper.
He massages my cock through my jeans, and I do my best to concentrate on this conversation rather than how good it feels. “No one,” I manage to get out.
Rory stops. “No one what?”
“You don’t fuck anyone while we’re doing this. When you’re done, you can sleep with whoever you want, but until then, you’re mine.” I have no idea why I’m saying this, why I even care what Rory does with his body, but the truth is…I want him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here, regardless of what I owe him.
“If Cillian and Ollie want to play with me, I will never turn them down. I don’t care who I’m screwing.”
