It’s always so good with him.
Glenn picks me up and sets me on the seat beside him. I turn my gaze to him and see him button his pants back up, methodical and deliberate.
It stings.
“I hope that satisfied your eagerness to go to Pit Stop.”
I close my eyes and fight back the ache pulsing through my chest.
“Yeah, guess so. You cured me.” My words are cold and short. This is not how I wanted this to go.
I wanted this to be so much more than he’s making it.
Glenn peers over at me, and I see his face soften. It’s too much. I just grab my pants and pull them on, wanting to run and escape as fast as possible.
When he says nothing, I feel my insides deflate.
“Right, well, thanks for taking one for the team. Sorry if that was a chore,” I murmur as I search around for my shoes.
I manage to grab them, shoving them onto my feet.
“I’ll go now.”
I grab the door handle and hope he reaches out for me, to stop me, to kiss me. But he doesn’t do any of that, so I’m left to walk alone to my car and slip inside.
The drive home to the city is endless, and I sleep fitfully.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
GLENN
The scentof him lingered on my skin for the rest of the night. It drove me wild as I tried to sleep, my hand sneaking into my boxers, getting myself off to the thought of him riding my cock like he was bent over in a dirty bathroom.
I can’t believe he was going to go to Pit Stop and get railed by some stranger.
He deserves better.
Although with the way I’ve been treating him, I guess he felt it was necessary.Leona is only a friend. Apparently, he thought otherwise, but I quickly corrected that misunderstanding.
With my dick.
I step into his office and inhale. It’s no longer the petrichor scent that was lingering here for several days. Every time I smelled it, I felt sad. Sad that I was putting up a wall between us, that my actions hurt him just as much as his hurt me.
I had to do it. To protect myself from someone who clearly didn’t value me.
But my possessiveness got to me last night. I took what I wanted, and fuck, it felt good. Only problem is, I’m not sure I trust him.
I want him, though. That much is clear.
My mouth waters slightly as his body gives off the sweetest scent.
“Morning,” I murmur, walking to the coffee machine, adjusting myself slightly at the mere sight of him. I need to pull myself together. Last night got me good. I fucking lost control. Watching him flirt with Tater, seeing the way those lips looked wrapped around the straw, how pink and wet.
It pushed me over the edge.
And now I have to live with my actions.
