“No. You’re fucking breaking up with her, Ryan. I don’t fucking share.”
He swallowed, and I felt his Adam’s apple bob beneath my hand, causing me to tighten my fingers around his throat.
“Even if I break up with her, that doesn’t mean that we’re… I’m still not sure if I’m…”
I snarled and pressed my face closer to his, using my free hand to jerk his chin up, forcing him to finally look at me.
“I knew this was going to happen. Last night, I told you that you would regret it, but youbeggedme to touch you. Now, what… you’re suddenly not sure if you’re into guys? News flash, Fairview, straight dudes don’t beg other dudes to suck their cocks. Not even when they’re fucking drunk. So stop being a whiny bitch and break up with that little Bible thumper before I do it for you.”
Ryan finally snapped his gaze to mine, and that spark of defiance I loved so much came to life. Abruptly, he shoved me hard enough in the chest that I was forced back a step.
“Get off me,” he ordered, and I growled but let him go. “You’re not the fucking boss of me, Callum. If I want to break up with her, I will, but I’m not doing it because you told me to.”
I felt myself chuckle, even though I wasn’t finding the situation very funny. Stepping in close to him, I pressed my mouth to his ear, noticing how his entire body seemed to respond to my breath against his skin.
“I don’t really give a fuck what reason you give her, but if you don’t break up with her, you won’t like the fucking consequences.”
I pulled away, and instead of seeing fear in his eyes, I saw a fucking challenge, and it made my dick annoyingly hard.
“What’s that look for, ginger snap?” I growled, and his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. I glanced down, and sure enough, he was hard again.
He narrowed his eyes when he saw where I was looking. “Don’t flatter yourself. You know fear makes me hard. It’s just because you’re threatening me.”
I smirked.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby. And besides, if fear really does turn you on, how do you expect Mother fucking Teresa to ever get you off?”
Without warning, I slammed him back into the wall and ran my tongue over his lips. He immediately responded, opening to receive me. Fucking his mouth aggressively with my tongue, I palmed him over his jeans until he groaned and ground his hips into my hand.
He let out another needy moan, and I stepped back again, leaving him panting and gasping for air.
“Break up with her, Ryan. Now,” I threatened, before storming out the back door, leaving him pissed off and wanting more.
I was already textingVox to get a trace set up on Ryan’s phone as I stalked past the guest house. Clearly, the cameras hadn’t been enough if he managed to hide a whole ass woman from me.
The smell of weed hit my nose, and I glanced up to see Theo sitting on the steps to her guest house, smoking a joint. She was watching me with an amused look on her face.
I narrowed my eyes on her. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
She took a deep drag of her joint and chuckled. “Off to annul the wedding?”
I scowled. “Don’t even joke about that.”
She shrugged and offered me the joint. I considered it for a moment. If I was going to follow Ryan and Mary fucking Magdalene, I couldn’t hang around here for too long… though I would have a tap on his phone momentarily, so I could always crash their little date after getting a bit of a buzz.
Which, honestly, suddenly felt like a good idea. Maybe it would calm me down.
I accepted Theo’s offer and took a deep drag, unable to keep my foot from tapping anxiously.
What if he kissed her while I was here spending time with his crabby but surprisingly supportive sister?
Theo chuckled again. “Relax. I’m pretty sure she’s gay.”
I rolled my eyes. “Gay for Jesus, maybe.”
Theo barked out a surprised laugh, and I handed the joint back to her.
“Religious trauma?” she asked, and I nodded.
