Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(46)
She grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me. “Give me something, woman!”
“Oh, my God! Yes, it’s big. I could barely walk the next day,” I finally give in to her, my nerves fully shot. She kicks her legs into the air in hysteria, and I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. You’d think she just got laid or something.
“A Cock-A-Saurus Rex.” She shakes her head. “You lucky bitch.”
“A what?”
“You know, as big as T-Rex, but it’s a cock!”
I can’t contain myself, bursting into a fitful of laughter.
“You had sex with him, so you must like him. Miss ‘I swear off men altogether.’”
I really hate her sometimes.
“Yes, and it was stupid of me. He’s like forbidden fruit, and it feels wrong being in the same room, let alone together like that.”
“Oh, it is bad, but it’s a good bad.”
“How?” I respond dramatically.
“It’s good because…” She pauses, her stalling not making me feel any better. “Because he’s hot, he’s obviously into you, and I know you. Clearly, you see something reputable that nobody else sees. If he’s what makes you happy then screw what anyone else thinks.”
“I don’t know how I feel. When he’s around, I forget to think, and my body reacts on its own. But after last night, I feel like I was just shoved underwater and am unable to breathe,” I ramble. “Before Zeek, I was okay not having butterflies. I was fine not having sex. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it didn’t hurt. Knowing Zeek was the bad guy and I was the good guy was something I could accept, but now… I’m a f*cking mess. I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Whoa.” Looking up under my lashes, Alessandra is staring at me like I’ve lost it. Maybe I have.
“I just don’t see how we’ll ever work. I’m the pig cop and he’s the ruthless outlaw.”
“Hmm.” Alessandra makes that sound when she disagrees but doesn’t want to voice it. Or when she has nothing to say, which is rare.
“Besides, he likes to have dozens of gorgeous women on his arm, and I’m not okay with that. Not to mention he’s pig-headed, arrogant, and controlling,” I huff. Just thinking about him storming in here and handcuffing me to the bed makes me angrier by the second.
“So, what all did he say before he cuffed you to the bed?”
I flick my eyes to hers and frown.
“I don’t know. Something about the way he’s drawn to me scares him. That he used to like being with lots of women, but after me things don’t seem so simple. He said I made him feel alive.”
“Wow.” Her voice comes out in awe. Great, even she’s falling head over heels for him.
“Don’t you side with him!” I point at her. She holds her hands up in surrender.
“I mean, he’s not in a short supply of women, Jillian. It’s not as if you’re not replaceable. So him coming here, making you hear him out? That has to stand for something.”
“Maybe,” I mutter, looking down at my hands.
“You guys went into this without any boundaries. I’d say now that guidelines are forming, go for it. Oh!” She holds up her hand. “But make him work for it. Don’t forgive him right away. Nobody ever remembers those who give in easily, it’s those who make you work for it.”
“Right now, I want to kill him.”
“You at work tonight?” she asks, changing the subject effortlessly.
“Yup. You?”
“Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “I gotta go. Details when we go on break if he shows up again?”
“Maybe.” I smirk.
“You better. It was me being threatened in the dark by him that started all this in the first place, remember? You can at least give me the dirty details.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle. I almost forgot he threatened her.
“Bye!” She laughs, heading out the door.
ZEEK
Sitting on the couch at the club, I glance around and watch everyone as they begin planning for the party.
I’m really not in the f*cking mood for this shit.
Pulling out my phone, I look to see if Jillian has replied to any of the twenty texts I’ve sent, which she hasn’t. It started out as one text, but then I had more to say, so it went to two. Then I got angry when she didn’t reply and sent a shitty third text, which was followed up with a nicer one. Before I knew it, there were twenty f*cking text messages. I’m not proud. In fact, I’m about to ask Siri where my balls are.
I’ve never felt like this before. That thought keeps circling in my head, and it’s driving me insane. I have been around dozens of girls, yet never felt the need for more than a f*ck, pushing them out the door before they can correct me on their name. Candy, Sasha, Lizzy—they’re all the same. Only reason I remember Dolly is because she’s insane and won’t move on. But Jillian, she’s stuck. Maybe it’s because she’s not a girl, but a woman. Maybe it’s because she’s the only one with an IQ higher than her age. Either way, when I’m not around her all I can think about is her… and, of course, her body. But this shit with her not replying back to my texts? It has me twisted up worse than words can explain. I’m angry… and horny.
M.N. Forgy's Books
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- Love That Defies Us (The Devil's Dust #2.2)
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