Grabbing the back of my neck and rubbing, I say, “Listen. I was a jerk when we first met.”
“No, you were a dick, a grade-A level douche,” she corrects, crossing her arms and bringing my attention to her chest as her plump pink lips thin. I work hard to keep my eyes connected with her serious ones.
My nostrils flare. “Right, I was all of those things. I thought you were something you aren’t.”
“Is this your attempt at an apology? Because you can shove it,” she says and storms past me.
So much for extending an olive branch.
My jaw flexes at her brush off.
A hand pats my back. “I’ll tell you, like I told Liam, your well-defined cheekbones and smile won’t be enough,” August states, and I twist my neck to look back in his direction before he continues. “You’re going to need to let your guard down, or it will never happen. But, I have faith in all you idiots, or I wouldn’t let you anywhere near her.”
Then it’s his turn to walk away and leave me to sulk.
Why does this shit have to be so fucking hard?
I stomp through the halls toward the bathroom, feeling my agitation with this situation mounting. Am I sorry for the way I treated Emma when she first arrived?
Yes. Was I a grade-A douche?
Also, yes. But is that all I am? Why the fuck am I thinking about any of this shit? Oh, that’s right- her.
Shoving the bathroom door open, I head straight for the sink. I need to wash my face and refocus. I’m too wound up. Thank fuck there’s a game coming soon. I need an outlet for my frustration at everything.
Scooping water into my hands, I bend, letting the cold water cool my heated skin. My reflection catches my attention. Worry lines my brows. The deep set of them matching the tightness of my jaw. I scrub at the stubble as I exhale and take a deeper look in the mirror.
You did this idiot- now you need to fix it- no, you need to nurture it.
It’s not going to be enough to just say I’m sorry. It’s time to show her.
KARL
I run my hands through my hair as I trudge up the stairs. Between last night’s game, the endless search for Madeline, and the dumbass date I had to go on earlier in the week, I’m fucking exhausted.
The memory of my date with Meagan’s annoying ass makes my lip curl in disdain until I remember where I took her. My lips lift into a grin, remembering the look on her face when I had her meet me at the butcher shop. The dumb bitch thought we were just meeting there. The meltdown that ensued when she found out what we were doing was almost worth having to go out with her in the first place.
I mean, I thought what I chose was a great idea. Who doesn’t like gutting pigs?
The fucking pretentious brat complained the whole damn time. It took all the fucking fun out of it. I almost turned around and sliced her down the middle.
I make my way over to my bed, throwing my phone on my nightstand as I lay down. Thoughts of her screams make my cock hard. I groan.
It’s been too fucking long.
I feel my dick twitch in my basketball shorts. Sliding my palm under the elastic band, I dip my hand in my boxers and pull myself out. It’s already leaking from the tip. Images of me inflicting pain morph into Emma bent over with August’s pierced cock rammed down her throat as Lola dips in and out of her drenched pussy. I wrap my hand over the tip, working my cum down my length as the scene plays out.
Why we can’t just choose Emma, marry her, and put some heirs in her belly now instead of drawing out the process with formalities, is beyond me.
The idea of Emma stuffed with my cum to the point she gets knocked up makes my spine tingle.
“Fuck,” I moan, gripping my shaft and squeezing until I feel the bite of pain. My hand moves up and down in slow strokes, pretending I’m deep inside my angel’s sweet walls.
The buzzing of my phone halts my movements. Huffing, I reach for it on my nightstand, swearing at whoever is interrupting until I see my angel’s name flash across the screen.
My Angel: Any chance you’ll tell me where we’re going later?
Me: Absolutely none
My Angel: You and Wy really suck. I hate surprises dammit.
Me: Too Bad Angel. I’ll see you in a few hours.
My Angel: ??????
Just as I’m about to place my phone on the bed and return to imagining pounding into Emma, my phone buzzes again. This time it’s a phone call. Hoping it’s her giving me lip, I answer without looking.
“Eager to see me, Angel?” I tease.
A bass-filled chuckle hits my ears, making me pull the phone back to confirm who it is- August’s name glows on the screen.
“I can’t wait to see you, Schmuckems,” he taunts, and I hear the others laughing with him in the background.
“Bite me. What do you assholes want?” I grumble.
“We might have a lead on Madeline. Get down here so we can go over some shit and move accordingly.”
My gaze lands on my throbbing dick.
So much for finding relief.
Sighing, I mumble, “A guy can’t get five minutes to jerk himself off to thoughts of his girl. Fine, I’m on my way.”
* * *
“How did you know?” Emma asks. Her face filled with wonderment. “How could you possibly have known this?”
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