He has no fucking right to touch me like that. I didn’t give him permission. Didn’t give him a signal.
Nothing.
He just took.
That won’t happen ever again. I don’t have to like the man to use him as masturbation fuel.
As I stand at the entrance to the shop, seething and plotting revenge, Eve swings her car into a parking space, a full five minutes late.
Shit, how much did she see?
I might as well get ready for some lighthearted teasing, because I doubt she’ll let this go.
“Holy shit! Did Lorewood’s hottest cryptid just scent-mark you like a Victorian sex panther? Bitch, what in the Brontë-ass dick appointment was that?”
Eve practically tumbles out of her car, a full trash avalanche of coffee cups and soda bottles following her to the pavement.
I smirk when I notice she’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
“Eve, it doesn’t matter what you saw. Ezra Aster is a self-entitled piece of shit who doesn’t understand the meaning of boundaries—or consent. Where the fuck does he get off?”
“Probably anywhere and with anyone he wants,” Eve mumbles as she digs around in the back seat for her purse.
Wow, someone’s got jokes this morning.
Whatever. Ezra is a chauvinistic pig. Full stop.
He’s the kind of man who takes what he wants. Who doesn’t ask. Who just—
Fuck. I can still feel his breath on my neck.
No. No, absolutely the fuck not.
“Aury, I’ve never seen him touch anyone like that or heard any fuck-boy gossip about him in town. And you know how everyone around here likes to talk,” Eve says as she instantly pulls the correct key from the ring and opens the front door.
Freaking show-off.
“Eve, it was nothing. He’s just another man who thinks he can take what he wants when he wants. Besides, there’s something bigger we need to discuss, like why you’re a full five minutes late.”
Please, please, please take the bait, E. I need a distraction from those intense moments with Ezra. I can still feel his hand in my hair and his lips on my skin.
Thankfully, Eve falls for my distraction tactics and turns toward me with a bright smile.
“You’re wearing yesterday’s clothes, so I guess your night with Thane went well. Was it worth the wait?” I ask as I open the register.
While I’m at home having dreams about an unattainable man, my best friend is getting dicked-down by the real thing.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not jealous. Thane is sweet, but he’s not my type.
Apparently, my tastes run more toward dream-haunting, ominously possessive older men.
Damn, my list of kinks is growing exponentially at this point.
“Aury, you have no idea. Thane is incredible. The dick on that man had me making noises I thought only animals made. And the way he used his tongue all over my body? I lost count of how many times I came. I barely slept last night. It was, like, non-stop.”
Eve’s face is flushed, and her smile is so wide I can’t help but mirror her excitement.
“Shit, I’ve never heard you talk about a guy like this before. Do you think this is something more?”
