Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(59)

Caleb didn’t want to show up alone. People would ask where I was, and he would have to say I’d broken up with him. It was a bad look for a businessman in his thirties if he wanted to be taken seriously. It made him appear unsettled and untrustworthy if he didn’t have a steady relationship to flaunt at such events, even though everybody in the room knew that married men cheated.

I don’t know why I’d thought Caleb would be any different. But I knew what he was now, and I didn’t care about his wounded pride. I was free from him, and I wasn’t going back. Goddamn him for even thinking he could call me. “We’re not together, Caleb! You don’t get a say in what I do anymore!”

A shadow fell over me. Nash’s eyes were fire, his entire body ready for a fight even though the fight was miles away, standing on my doorstep. “Is everything okay? The entire bar can hear you shouting.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Caleb growled. “Is it him? The piece of trash you’re sleeping with?”

“Oh, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. Did you forget how your dick accidentally fell into Lucinda?”

“Because you’re a frigid bitch who couldn’t please a man if you had a guidebook by your side. You think he wants your used-up pussy? You think any man is going to want you when you don’t even have the self-control to stop putting food in your fat fucking face? You ugly bitch, no man will ever want—”

Nash yanked the phone out of my hand. “You want to know where she is, rich boy? She’s at my bar. Spread out naked on my desk. I stripped every piece of clothing from her body, and then I worshipped every inch of her. I erased every trace of you with my tongue. I went down on her, licking her sweet, wet, juicy pussy until she screamed my name loud enough for the entire bar to hear. My name, fuck boy. Not yours. Has she ever even uttered a sound when you fucked her with your tiny dick? You could never even get her wet, could you? And yet you call her frigid because you don’t know how to please her. You’re an embarrassment, Caleb. You’re a little boy, with a small dick, trying to play with the men. She doesn’t need you. She doesn’t fucking need anyone.”

He slammed his finger down on the red cancel call button.

I gaped at him.

His breath was ragged, his fingers clenched so hard around my phone I thought it might crack. His eyes were wide and wild, gaze darting around his office like Caleb might appear at any moment and challenge him.

All I could think about doing was kissing him.

His eyes turned downward, his expression morphing into something more apologetic. “Fuck, Bliss. I’m sorry. But I could hear every word he said to you, and I just fucking lost it.”

I couldn’t even speak. My nipples had turned into stiff peaks at the thought of him laying me out naked on this desk and tongue-fucking me with an entire bar outside to hear every moan.

He squatted in front of me so we were more similar heights, his eyes filled with anguish. “Shit. You’re mad. I didn’t mean it, Bliss. I just know how men like him are. They don’t back off until another man calls them on their bullshit.”

The bubble broke.

I didn’t mean it.

I cleared my throat. “No, thank you. I appreciate you standing up for me.”

He rocked back on his heels, his expression changing to one of wary hesitation. “You aren’t mad? I was kind of graphic. And out of line.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. I get it. You said it in the heat of the moment.” I pushed out of his chair and pocketed my phone. “Is Rebel done? We have plans.”

“Yeah, I think she’s just grabbing her coat.” He stepped aside, leaving a wide berth for me to get by him without us touching. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks. We will. You too.”

I scurried by him, grabbing Rebel at the coatroom on my way out, and hustling her along with me.

“Hey.” She jolted along at an almost jog since my legs were longer than hers. “You’re the boss, Dis. You aren’t supposed to be this keen to get your employee out the door.”

“Did you just hear what happened with Nash and Caleb?”

Her face fell. “The whole bar heard, Dis. What Nash said—”

“I wasn’t really naked on his desk, you know that, right?”

“Sure. I mean, the door was open. But I was kinda hot at the idea of it.” She giggled, fanning her face with her fingers. “Aren’t you?”

I was hot. I was so freaking hot I was sure you could relabel me an incinerator. The heat licked through my entire body, centering between my thighs.

The cool night air outside the bar was heavenly, and when I got in my car, I immediately put the window down, letting more of it in. My entire body felt too warm, my skin too tight.

Rebel watched me, laughter brewing on her lips. “Oh, Dis. You got it so bad, baby.”

I couldn’t even deny it. I just nodded.

She slapped my thigh. “Don’t worry. Nash might be an idiot and sticking to his whole big brother act, but there’s a clubhouse full of sinfully hot bikers at this party we’re going to tonight, and I guarantee, at least one of them will not mind you taking out your sexual frustrations on them.”

War’s ruggedly handsome face flashed in my mind, and the heat inside me flared again.

I needed somewhere for it to go.