Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(79)
Taking a deep breath and forcing my pulse to slow down, I finally managed to muster up words.
“I’m not like the other thousand and one girls you’ve f*cked.” I could feel his touch against my cheek that much more. My body begging me to give in, even for one fleeting moment. “I’m better.” I finished what I was going to say and pulled from his touch, my body hating every single step I took away from him.
The look of anger and anguish in his blue gray eyes made it worth it. One of his hands worked it ways through his hair, and when he turned his eyes on me again, the previous emotions were swept away, a mask covering them.
I was sure Talon was a different person underneath it all. But getting to that person, being able to see who he was beneath it all and digging through the bullshit fronts he put up was the downfall.
No one wanted to know who you truly were when you didn’t give him or her the chance to. Talon Reed was suffering, and I had been through enough of that in my life already.
Mia Weston Was My Down Fall
All I could think about as I allowed the busty blonde in front of me to suck my cock was that she didn’t feel nor look like Mia. That girl had woven her way under my skin, and for some reason the fact that she didn’t want me just made me want her more. I was damned.
“Can we f*ck now?” The blonde’s sultry tone told me that she hadn’t really come all the way out to my house just to give me a blow job like her text said. That was okay though because I wasn’t feeling this, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for sex right now.
“No. We can’t f*ck.” I rolled my eyes, pushing her shoulders back enough to weasel my way out from underneath her. I pulled my pants up and buttoned them while she fixed her shirt and skirt that had ridden up. I should’ve been toning down my player ways, but I wasn’t really like that. I didn’t tone anything down for anyone.
“That’s what I came here for.” She pouted, looking up at me. I wasn’t even sure what to say to her as I turned down sex with my usual for the first time ever. Instead I pointed toward the door, hoping that would give her the answer to all her questions.
It did, but she still stomped her foot and pouted like a child who wasn’t getting her way. And people thought that I was the * for bringing girls home with me. If they didn’t want to be here, then they wouldn’t be.
“I’ve got shit to do, Mandy, and my dad needs my help tonight.” I partially lied. My dad and I had to meet for dinner tonight, but outside of that I didn’t have shit to do. I just wasn’t feeling it.
Mandy smiled up at me, her hand landing against my chest as she gave me her best f*ck-me-eyes. I understood what she was doing. No one liked being turned down, and it was even worse when it came from someone like me.
I picked up her hand removing it from my chest and pointed toward the door. “Out.” I ordered, the niceness in my voice disappearing in an instant. I could see the wheels in her head turning.
It was then that my phone started ringing. I reached into the front pocket of my jeans and fetched my iPhone out, sliding my finger across the screen as soon as I saw my buddy Nick’s number.
“T-Man!” he bellowed into the phone. I laughed gruffly, watching Mandy leave the room.
“Nick, what’s up?” I asked. Slipping my shirt over my head, I shucked my pants off so that I could get into the shower and make myself presentable before I had to meet up with my father for dinner.
“What’s up? That’s all you have to f*cking say after running from class earlier today? I should be the one asking that, man.” Nick was being a bit dramatic. Then again it wasn’t often that I just up and left class, or better yet didn’t return to class. Sometimes there were more important things.
Like Mia.
“I had to catch up with someone. Don’t be so dramatic; you’re worst than a girl.” I laughed into the phone, heading to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There the person I really was didn’t have to be hidden. The mask could come off, and the pain of my past could be exposed. It was like being able to rip a band-aide off without screaming out loud.
“Dude, you f*cking ran. That’s cause for some bro’s before hoe’s shit. I mean, what the f*ck were you doing?” He baited me. Nick was a great friend, but there was a lot of shit he didn’t know about me or my life. I kept myself hidden, because if I let people get too close, then they could hurt me.
I refused to give anyone unworthy of that, the power to hurt me. I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked at my reflection. My eyes were heavy, and my body was taut with pent up energy. I guess that’s what I got for refusing Mandy’s offer of sex.
“Talon, are you still there? All I hear is radio silence.” I rolled me eyes.
“I have to get ready to meet my dad for dinner,” I added, waiting impatiently for him to respond.
“Whatever, just call me when you get done.” I could hear the aggravation in his voice. I wanted to say something to him, to react to him, but that would give way to my caring nature, and I didn’t do that.
Instead, I pushed the thought and his anger to the back of my mind, turning on the shower to let the steam of the hot water fill the room. I leaned into the mirror; did Mia see me for me. The thought scared the f*ck out of me. If she wasn’t giving into my advances after months of me chasing her, then there was a real reason. Either that or she actually wasn’t attracted to me.