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“What?”
“Finnan needs me.”
“So, what, you thought you’d come back here, eat me out, then leave?” I glared at his painfully obvious erection. “You’re giving yourself blue balls.”
He glanced down at the offending protrusion in his jeans, then back to me. “I’ve had blue balls since the day I first saw you, lass.”
I was left gaping, unable to come up with something to say to that. “Well, what am I supposed to do now? Just sit around and wait for Finnan tosummonme? Wait for you to come back and participate in some more deviant behavior?”
He leveled me with a heated stare. “What should you do? You should remember the feel of my tongue in your pussy so when you pleasure yourself to the memory…again…” he smirked, “… you’ll be wet and ready.” His voice had taken on a hard edge that I feared I would always associate with sex.
Good, hard, rough sex.
With him.
When he reached the door, he stopped and spoke over his shoulder, “Finnan wants you to meet him for dinner later.”
“Just with him?”
“No. With some of the clan.”
“He wants to show me off,” I surmised.
His jaw flexed for a moment. “I’ll be back at six to pick you up.”
Then he was gone.
THIRTEEN
GRAYSON
It tookeverything I had in me not to turn around and walk back into her bedroom. Walking in to find her masturbating to thoughts of me had nearly brought me to my knees. Sloane was utter perfection, and I vowed to learn every secret her body held.
I had never meant for her to see the blood, though. For the first time in my life, I felt ashamed that she had to see it. Logically, that thinking was fucked up. She knew who her father was. She knew that this life was messy, but I didn’t want her to see me like that for some reason.
I shut the apartment door behind me, running a hand through my hair as I did. Fuck. I was wound so fucking tight, but I could still taste her on my tongue. Shoving my hand into the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out my phone once more and looked at the screen.
Two missed calls from Fallon and a text.
Four missed calls from Finnan.
I shot Finnan a text telling him I was on my way, then called Fallon.
“Fallon, what’s up?” I asked as soon as she answered.
“Why would anything be up?” she asked.
“Because I saw you this morning at home and things were fine.”
“I just called to see if you were with Sloane.”
Pointlessly and without reason, I bristled. I forced myself to breathe before saying, “Why would I be with Sloane?”
“Ah, because she’s gorgeous, and I thought you were tapping that.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’m not tapping that. She’s Finnan’s fiancée, for fuck’s sake.” Despite that, Sloane and I were both on a freight train with broken brakes. Eventually, we would collide—the only question waswhen?
I knew it was ridiculous giving into my stupid fucking impulses, but from the first moment I’d seen her, she’d heldmecaptive rather than the other way around.
