“No. I don’t have a condom, and when I come with you for the first time, it’s going to be in your cunt.”
My face flames. I can’t decide which is worse—the fact that he’s being crude or that it’s turning me on.
He pulls the pins out of my hair and arranges it so it hides the wet spot over my breast. Then, putting an arm around my waist, he escorts me around the blue wall, through the other tables of diners, and out of the building, his strength lending extra support to my unsteady legs.
Chapter Sixteen
Elliot
Unsatisfied desire courses through my body. The drive from the crappy apartment complex takes an hour, but it doesn’t matter. My dick’s hard enough to break a brick.
I don’t give a fuck what she says. I’m pretty certain she’s never had an orgasm before. Or maybe only really shitty ones. It was in the way she clutched me, making small, desperately sad noises in her throat, like she was so certain the final payoff wouldn’t come.
Just thinking about that makes me angry on her behalf. Who the hell denies a woman her orgasm? At the same time, I’m honest enough to admit I’m pleased I rocked her world like no other man before.
It was all I could do not to sweep everything off the table and fuck her righ
t there at the restaurant, but I’m pretty sure the servers would’ve noticed at that point. I don’t give a damn about scandalizing them, but Elizabeth definitely would, since the owner is her dearest cousin. And she’s the only woman whose opinion I care about.
Next time, my new wife and I are going to be private, and I’m going to hear her scream my name until her voice goes hoarse.
My phone rings. Elizabeth.
“Yes?” I say.
“Are you alone?” she asks.
“Uh-huh.” I put the phone on speaker and get myself some scotch. “Did you get the girl home?”
“Yeah. She could barely sit still the entire time. I thought she might start kissing the dashboard.”
“Why?” Ryder’s Ferrari is nice, but it’s not worthy of idolatry.
“Because Ryder touched it.” I can hear an eye roll in her voice. As much as Elizabeth loves him, she’s also aware of his shortcomings. So she thinks it’s pretty silly that women fall to their knees at the sight of him. “Anyway…” She pauses. “Gigi’s not what I expected.”
“What were you expecting?” I say, although I kind of know. Elizabeth was expecting a stripper because that’s what I told her I was after. I haven’t told my half-sister about the other aspects of my fiancée, since I still don’t know what to make of her working as a cleaning lady or rejecting my offer of three thousand dollars for sex. Actually…maybe she turned the money down because she didn’t realize how good I could make the rest of it for her. I squint a little, thinking about the idea.
“Somebody more shallow and silly. Just the woman you said you want.”
And like a lot of women I’ve banged over the years. “So?”
“Are you settling down for real like Ryder?”
The scotch takes the wrong pipe. I choke, then cough as alcohol burns in my nose. “Oh shit. God. Hell no. Besides, who says he’s settling down for real?” I ask, although I know she’s right.
“Have you seen the way he looks at Paige?”
“Have you seen the way I look at my girl?” The possessive term slips out as naturally as breathing. I wince, going for more alcohol.
A long pause. “You’re right.”
“Finally. Some common sense. Look, sis, stop worrying about me. Worry about yourself.”
“Me?”
“You need a husband soon. At least us guys can choose from assistants and strippers. What are you going to do? Gigolos aren’t really your thing.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “I’ll think of something.”