The breath gets sucked back inside, though, when Caleb steps out in the next second, arms crossed over his chest. He looks pissed, and moves in close to speak to her, their noses almost touching.
My nostrils flare, but I stay glued in place, continuing to watch so I can see what she does, and punish—or reward—accordingly.
She sighs, putting her hands on her hips as she replies, but then he’s stepping forward again, reaching out to cradle her face in his meaty palms.
Anger bounces around my chest like a bundle of helium balloons, pumping furiously from my heart to the rest of my body.
It’s a rage I don’t fully comprehend, because somewhere in the recesses of my brain, I know Riley’s as obsessed with me as I am her.
If she’s proved anything in the days since I fucked her in my living room, it’s that.
And yet, the singular thought remains that I trusted her once before.
I walk inside, forcing myself to remain casual as the door swings shut behind me. Both faces turn in my direction, with Caleb’s immediately souring.
“Can’t you read?” he snaps. “I’m fucking closed.”
My stare fixates on where he continues touching her, possessiveness spearing through me like a poisoned knife. I don’t address him, just meet her dark-blue eyes and lift my chin.
“Could I speak to you for a second?” My voice is calm. Stiff. Her brows shoot into her hairline and then crease into a terse frown.
“We’re in the middle of a conversation.”
Ignoring Caleb again, I reach up, pulling my guitar off, and prop it on the floor against the wall. Lifting my arms, I clasp my palms at the back of my skull and wait.
No one moves.
Pushing my tongue into my cheek, I sigh. “Riley.”
Caleb’s face contorts. “Who the fuck is Riley—”
Tearing away from him, she marches over and grabs my wrist, dragging me to a bathroom behind the register. She slams the door shut, sliding the barrel bolt lock so we can’t be disturbed, and then whirls on me.
“What the hell?” She’s fuming, shoving at my chest.
Good, now we’re both mad.
I lean my shoulder against the door, crossing one ankle over the other. “What’s the matter?”
“Fake ignorance does not look good on you.”
“Ah, well. Like calls to like, doesn’t it?” Spinning the bloodstone ring on my thumb, I watch the orange jewel orbit slowly, then raise my gaze back to hers. “He had his hands on you, Riley.”
Her mouth parts, confusion knitting her brows. “So?”
“So?” Securing the ring back in place, I curl my fingers into a fist, imagining plowing it right into Caleb’s smug face. “Do you make a habit of letting men who have feelings for you put their hands on your body?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she says, her chin tilting up defiantly.
My nostrils flare, a bull with its red flag in sight, ready to charge.
Sliding my feet toward her, I take note of the outfit she’s wearing as I invade her personal space—a maroon sweater dress that clings to her curves, and a pair of sheer black tights that disappear into thigh-high boots, laced up at the knee.
It’s almost like she dressed to get fucked.
“The second you let me shove my cock inside your wet little cunt, you became my business.”
Backing her into the wall beside the porcelain sink, I slam my palms down on either side of her head, trapping her in front of me.
“Actually, no. When you let me tattoo my name for you on your skin, and then spread those pretty thighs so I could have a taste of what I’d been craving all night… three years ago, you became my business, Riley.”
“That night was a mistake,” she mutters, eyes volleying back and forth from mine to my lips.
“And the one at my cabin? When I came so fucking deep inside you that you smelled like me for days? What was that?”
“Lapse in judgment, you psycho.”
“I’m only a psycho where you’re concerned. You bring it out in me.” My nose dips, brushing her hair, and my grip on the wall slackens slightly. “If you only knew the things I want to do to Caleb, just for daring to speak to you.”
She swallows; I hear the gulp work down her throat, feel the echo as it zings to my dick, straining obscenely against my zipper.
“What kind of things?”
Satisfaction weaves around my insides like a glittering tapestry. “You wanna know how I’d hurt your friend?”
“I don’t want you to hurt him,” she insists, though her gaze travels down to my lips again, and then back as she says it. “But—”
Stepping in, I let my hands drift to her hips, and then I’m spinning her, pushing her body into the wall with my hips. She sucks in a sharp breath, her spine going rigid.
I’d believe she’s afraid, if not for the way her ass seeks purchase against my groin, jutting back like she can’t even help herself.
Dipping my head, I let my mouth scrape the shell of her ear, reveling in the way her breathing stutters in return.
“But what, pretty girl?” She shivers, and my hands snake around to her ass, bunching in the fabric of her dress, tugging it up. “Do you like hearing about how miserable seeing you with him makes me? How I’ve gotten off some nights to the thought of him bleeding out in front of me?”
“Jesus,” she whispers, folding her mouth together as my fingers drift between her legs. I swipe over her center once, feeling how hot and needy she is even through her tights, and then claw at the material. “I think something’s wrong with you.”
A single pull has the cotton ripping at the seam, exposing her, and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat that has me palming my dick, trying to keep it from exploding already.
“The only thing wrong with me is that I’m not currently suffocating with your thighs wrapped around my head.”
Kicking at her feet so she spreads farther, I drop to my knees, running my fingers over the swell of her ass before delving between her folds.
“Put your hands on the wall and bend over, pretty girl.”
She hesitates. “Caleb’s right outside—”
“Good. He can listen to me tongue fuck you in this dirty bathroom.”