She stood up and my stomach dipped at how she was unsteady on her feet for a second or two before she composed herself. The fresh memory of those legs shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm was making my dick twitch, and I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t take her again if she didn’t get the fuck out of my condo soon.
“Hold up,” she replied. “I-”
“Besides,” I jumped in, “the clock’s ticking, Rylee. You’re going to have to get back to the party soon if you’re going to make your quota for the night.”
Her head reared back as ifshe’d been slapped. “My quota?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “You know? All those dicks you wanted to try out tonight?” She just stared at me, and I wasn’t going to let her play the innocent act. “I still have the texts you sent me tonight, Rylee.”
“The texts I sent you,” she repeated quietly while she was finally getting it. It also made me wonder if she’d already been drunk as fuck when she’d sent them. That could be why she was slow on the uptake. However, drunk or sober, it didn’t matter. Drunk honesty was just less tactful than sober honesty, but it was still honesty.
“Gotta get as much dick in as you can before the wedding, right?” I said, reminding her of her texts. “Only, no need to worry about it now since there won’t be a wedding.”
Rylee shook her head slightly. “Then…then what was that?” she asked, pointing to the bed.
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m not a fan of sloppy seconds,” I told her. “I figured I could break you in tonight, and I don’t give a fuck about the dicks that come after me.” I gave her a mocking grin. “However, I was courteous enough to use a condom. As much as I don’t give a fuck, the next guy might not have enjoyed sliding into my leftovers.” I winked at her. “Of course, you’re a hot enough fuck that the next guy might not even mind if you’re already a little dirty on the inside. Your pussy’s tight enough to make a guy overlook that little detail.” She choked out a shocked whimper, but I told myself I didn’t care.
We stared at each other for what had to be the longest minute of my life, but when she realized I was serious, she quickly reached down to gather her purse. She was halfway across the room when I stopped her. Rylee turned around, and the look in her eyes gave me pause, but I quickly batted that shit down.
I walked over to my nightstand, pulled open the drawer, then flung a strip of condoms at her feet. “Just in case you exceed your goal for the night.” Her chin lifted, and I couldn’t have that. “As a matter of fact…” I grabbed another strip and tossed it at her feet, the condoms landing on top of the other ones.
Rylee stared at mefor a long time, and it was almost as if she were committing this moment to memory. Finally breaking eye contact, she bent her knees and picked up the strips of condoms, and the irrational part of me, the part that she made crazy, wanted to bat them out of her hand and demand an explanation for her change of heart.
However,I did neither of those things.
I eyed her back, a silent challenge. One that I wasn’t going to back down from or lose.
Nothing was said as Rylee putthe condoms in her purse, and the snarl that erupted from my chest wasn’t anything I could control.
Liftingthat chin again, Rylee looked me in the eye as she said, “Thanks. I appreciate the concern for my safety.”
The kick to my balls held me immobile as Rylee unlocked the door and walked out of my room. It wasn’t until I heard the front door opening in the silence of the night that I took off after her.
She didn’t get to have the last word.
However,when I got to the living room, Lennox was already standing in front of the door, his arms out in a stopping motion. “Let her go, Stone,” he said.
“What did she say to you?” I demanded, ready to physically remove him from in front of the door.
Lennox shook his head. “Nothing that made sense,” he said.
“What in the fuck does that mean?”
He ran hishand through his disheveled hair, but still didn’t move from in front of the door. “I…I was heading to the kitchen for some water, and she just…”
“What?!” I roared, knowing I was acting unhinged.
“She looked…shattered, so…so I asked her if she was okay, and she just said she didn’t send any texts,” he finally answered. “Then she was running out the door before I could ask her what she was talking about.”
“She’s a fucking liar,” I automatically remarked. “She’s nothing but a lying slut.” And there was no disguising the malice in my voice.
Lennox straightened to his full height and asked, “What did you do to her, Stone?”
I matched his stance. “Nothing she didn’t deserve,” I replied coolly.
His eyes searched my face for any signs of remorse, but he wasn’t going to find any. I was too fucked-up over that girl to have any remorse for what I did to her.
“Jesus Christ, Stone,” he breathed out. “What did you fucking do to her?”