“How dare you treat me like this!” I hear the blonde ask behind me.
I laugh softly with a shake of my head, not helping myself from stealing one last look over my shoulder of that beautiful man and my heart jumps when I find his eyes on me too.
4
Whoisshe?
I can’t tear my eyes away, that perky little ass of hers swaying with every step in those tight as fuck jeans, andfuckdo I wanna know what it feels like in my hands. I couldn’t believe my luck when she head-butted my chest a few minutes ago, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.
She didn’t recognise me, but I sure did.
I haven’t been able to shake her since we met last night and there she was right in front of me. Sort of like fate.
So many regrets.
Regret not taking her there and then, hard and fast on my bike.The image of her riding my cock has had me hard as a rock all day long.
As if feeling my eyes on her, she sneaks a glance over her shoulder, those electric blue eyes striking me in the chest like lightning. I can imagine the blush staining her cheeks andfuck,if my cock doesn’t strain harder against my zipper at the thought.
“Killian, are you even listening to me?” Chelsea’s piercing voice goes straight through me and I wince.
No. “Sure.” I reluctantly peel my eyes off my mystery woman and turn back to Chelsea.
“Who is she?” she demands and that’s exactly the question I’ve been asking myself since I met her.
“Not that I have to explain myself to you Chelsea, but I don’t even know her. We just met.”
She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing up her already over-inflated tits. Girl’s got more plastic in her than a Barbie doll. Have to wonder what the fuck I was thinking that night. That might do it for some guys, but not for me.
“Right, whatever,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I can’t believe you just left without a word or a note.”
“You knew what you signed up for. Don’t know what else you want me to say.”
When it comes to women, I live by a set of rules: No sleepovers, certainly not at my house. One night of hard, unbridled sex without strings, and absolutelynokissing. The kissing one is a deal-breaker for me. God knows they’ve tried, but not one has ever succeeded. It’s been years since I kissed anybody and the thought curdles in my stomach, my mind threatening to send me back to a time I’ve fought so hard to forget.
I shake it away.
“I thought maybe I was different, thatwewere different,” Chelsea says, snapping me back to the here and now. Her long pointed fingernails graze up my arm, “We’d be good together, don’t you think?”
Fuck. This is exactly the thing I do my best to avoid. The woman who thinks we can be more. The one who’s probably got our kid’s names picked out and a bridal store on speed dial. She’s not the first woman who’s tried to change me, and I guarantee she won’t be the last, but relationships arenotfor me. I’m not the kind of guy who buys a girl flowers and does all that lovey-dovey shit that makes me wanna throw up like Myles and Allie, I’d rather stick a fork in both my eyes than bethatguy.
“I have no idea what I did to give you that impression, but that shit doesn’t work for me, you knew that before we fucked. Look, I can’t do this with you right now, I’ve got a client inside.” I take one final drag of my cigarette before flicking the butt onto the ground and head back inside without another word, leaving her standing on the sidewalk outside my tattoo shop, her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.
“You good to carry on, man?” I ask Drew when I re-enter the room, stretched out on the leather chair in the middle of my studio.
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
I move to the sink to wash my hands. “You sure? There’s no pressure, we can stop for the day.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m good. I wanna do this.”
Grabbing a fresh pair of black latex gloves, I turn to Drew. “Okay, man. Let’s get this fucking abomination off, shallwe?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I take a seat in my stool and wheel myself over to him. “If the pain gets too much, let me know, yeah?”
He nods.
