“Wait, what did she sleep in? Damn, was she naked?”
“No you, dumbass. She wore one of my shirts and a pair of boxers. Now, can we please get going? I’m hungry.”
“No, you are hangry. There’s a difference. You need to relax a little, Lucian. You are wound too tight.” He jokingly tries to massage my shoulders, and I brush him off, standing to head toward the door.
“Fine, but if there are any dirty details from last night, you better tell me. I can tell you are avoiding the conversation, so I will wait.” He grabs his keys, and we head to put our shoes on.
I glance back toward my bedroom one last time. I haven’t heard her moving around in there or anything. I wonder if she is still mad at me. Fuck, I need to talk to her. Apologize for acting like such a dick head. Hopefully, she will be cooled off by the time we get there tonight.
“Hey, you guys are doing that D&D stuff tonight, right?” he asks while tying his shoe.
“Yeah, we are doing it at Cassie’s now. She has some package coming tonight she needs to be there for.”
“Can I come? I know I don’t know what it really is, but I promise to just stay quiet in the corner.” Now I wonder if he did hear what she said about him.
“Sure, now let’s go!”
“Yes, Sir,” Jayme says jokingly. Damn him.
34. Cassie
Iwait until I hear the front door shut to make my escape. I just couldn’t face him after that. We were both a bit heated from all that went down. Plus, with Jayme out there and the stuff I said, I don’t think talking to Jayme right now would have made things any better. I don’t understand why he is being an ass, though. He basically said I was like his sister, so why would he be so mad about another guy? He is frustrating the hell out of me.
My hair is still soaked, but I just want to go home. I’ll do my hair there. I have to figure out what we are doing for food for tonight, too. I grab my bag and pick up my phone to shoot out a text to the group.
Cassie- *Hey. What are we doing for food tonight? *
Ash- *I’m ok with w.e. you guys want. Can you make margaritas, though? I need some magic potion LMFAO. :P*
Sunny- *Pizza? Pizza n margs sound gr8.*
Cassie- *Lucian? *
Lucian- *...*
It sits there, showing he is typing. Then nothing. Hmm, I guess he is still pissed.
Ash- *Helloooo? LUCIAN? Fooooood. *
Cassie-It’s fine. I’ll get the makings for homemade pizza and margaritas. But someone bring dessert. I’m craving chocolate. ^_^*
Ash- *Bet. Sunny, do you want anything else sweet? I’m going to run and get sweets. *
Sunny- *Anything chocolate sounds good. See y’all tonight. <3*
All right, so pizza and margaritas it is. That will be three times this week I’ve had margaritas. I’m turning into my mother. Ugh, the thought disgusts me. How I spawned from a vile creature like her, I will never know. We are nothing alike.
I lock the door before I head down to my car. Pulling up the nearest Trader Joe's on my maps. They should have everything I need. I’m just about 5 feet from my car when suddenly someone steps in front of me.
"Fuck. Sorry." I look up to see Theo's devilish grin looking down on me. "Oh, hello, Sir." I put my eyes down. It’s one of his main rules. I’m confused as fuck as to how he knew I was here. Does he have a damn tracker on me? Did he follow me to Lucian’s? He puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my face to look at him.
"Hello, little one. Did you have a good night?” He pauses, touching my hair. “Why is your hair wet?” He sounds irritated.
“I took a shower before leaving. I have to run to the grocery store.” I say it a bit too quickly.
He caresses my cheek, cupping it to bring his lips to mine. His kiss is tender and sweet. God, he really is one of the sexiest men I have ever known. Tall, muscular body like a Greek God. He dresses like he just stepped out of a Calvin Klein magazine. His jaw is so defined, and he has the most beautiful green eyes ever. I have no idea why he picked me to be his sub.
His kiss grows more passionate, and he spins us so that my back is against the car. He holds my hip with one hand, and he uses the other to grip around my throat. He uses the force around my throat to fling my head back into my car. It’s a bit rough, and I let out a little cry, which he muffles with his kiss. It doesn’t even stop him. He pushes his leg between mine, knocking them apart, so I’m basically straddling his muscularthigh. He deepens the kiss by releasing my hip and wrapping my hair around his fist, angling my head a different way to get better access to my mouth. I can’t speak. I can’t think. I’m practically grinding against his leg. The friction and contact feel amazing after the last few days. I struggle to breathe, so I try shifting a bit from his grasp. He pulls away slightly, dragging my bottom lip with his teeth. I can taste copper. He slams my head back against the car again. This time, I do cry out.
