Breach (17 page)

“On your knees,” he commanded, tugging on my jaw, drawing me down from the counter.

Once I was kneeling in front of him, the fingers in my mouth moved to my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him, my jaw going slack from the angle. His breath was erratic as he smacked his cock against my bottom lip, the tip running across my lips and cheeks.

“You like that?
Fucking dirty girl. Look at you, fucking me in the bathroom of a bar then begging to suck my cock.”

His fist
pumped his shaft at a furious pace. He relaxed his motions and tilted his hips forward, pushing the head to my lips. I began sucking on the tip, licking anywhere I could, tasting myself on him. His eyes were dark and glazed as he stared down at me.

Pulling harder on my hair
, he detached my lips from his dick. His stroking resumed, letting the tip bounce on my lower lip. His fingers flexed around my hair, holding me in place. His whole body tensed and his face screwed up in a look of pain. A strangled cry left his lips as I felt the first warm drops hit my lips and cheek.

He repositioned it so the next few streams landed on my chest and neck. His eyes were hooded as he freed my hair and used his hand and cock to move his come around on my skin. He had a loopy grin on his face as he rubbed it in, all over my neck, and any exposed parts of my chest. Even the come on my face he rubbed in until it was all dry.

I licked my lips to get the drops that had landed, tasting his salty tang. It was obvious he liked that, and placed his cock in front of my mouth. I greedily sucked him in, making sure to get all of the remaining fluid.

“What was that all about?” I asked as I released him.

He smirked as he pulled his pants back up and tucked everything back into place. “Now you smell like me.”

“What?”

He leaned down, nipping at my ear lobe. “When you go back out there, any guy who comes close will smell my jizz on you.”

My eyes widened
, and heat rose on my skin. I righted my clothing and turned to check the mirror. My eyes were bright, my skin flushed, and my pussy twitched, still aching for release.

“Have fun,
Honeybear,” he said with a wink, a kiss to my forehead, and slap on my ass as he walked back out the door.

Once he left
, I pulled out a paper towel from the dispenser and got it wet. I worked to clean the come off my jaw, chin, and cheeks, but stopped there. The paper towels were empty and it was everywhere. I hoped it wasn’t as noticeable as he implied, and sighed in defeat; he’d won after all.

M
y gaze returned to the mirror as I readjusted my dress and hair. After a moment of trying to calm down, I decided I didn’t look like I had just been fucked and headed back out to the bar.

“About time
, I was about to send in a rescue crew,” Andrew joked when I returned to my seat.

“Sorry, I…
really had to go.” The lie seemed apparent, even to my own ears. It was then that I realized I never did get to use the restroom the way I had intended.

“Ok
ay…”

We started to chat about his first day and how it went. It had been enjoyable enough. He wa
s happy to have left Lerner, Sorenson, and Martin, and return to Holloway and Holloway. He lamented having turned down their offer during our internship together.

My pussy wa
s still begging for release, and I wondered if it was like blue balls for men. I was crawling out of my skin. I needed to leave. I needed to find Nathan and yell at him for leaving me in such a state before I fucked his brains out into the morning.

Drew leaned in to say somethi
ng, his face inches from mine when he said the unimaginable. “What’s that smell?”

“Smell?”
I questioned. My nerves were shot.
Please, no. Please, no.

Andrew
sniffed around. “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t notice. It smells like…” He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “It smells like come.”

It wa
s my turn for my eyes to widen. My mouth dropped open in disbelief that Nathan had been correct. Men
could
smell him.

“I…
well… It is a dive bar.”

Andrew stared at me.
“Don’t tell me it’s coming from you.” Silence surrounded us, and I had no idea how to respond. “Is that what took you so long in the bathroom? Letting some random guy get his rocks off all over you?”

My embarrassment switched to anger.
I did
not
like his implications. “You know what, Andrew, what I do is no longer any of your concern.”

Andrew’s eyes darted around the bar, looking for the guilty party.
“So my friend getting fucked in a bathroom by some stranger is none of my concern? Who
is
the cock sucker?”

“T
echnically, I’m the cock sucker.” I gave him a sweet smile. “Just so you know it wasn’t some random guy. I don’t need you to come in here and play big brother, or knight. It’s my business, not yours.”

With that I stood, threw a twenty on the bar and walked out.

I walked home as fast as my legs would carry me and stepped into an awaiting elevator. My fingers hit the button for the fourteenth floor over and over in my agitation. After a few minutes, I arrived at his door and began pounding. I was not going to use my key; he was coming to me.

It took him a moment to get the door opened and when it did
, he stared at me in surprise.

I launched myself at him, pushing him against the wall as the door clicked closed behind me. “You
, sir, are a fucking bastard.”

CHAPTER
13

M
y fists clenched in the fabric of his shirt, my gaze glaring. I couldn’t believe all that had happened in the last hour. It was unbelievable what he had done and that Andrew could smell it on me. I was so embarrassed and pissed…and still turned on. I had to be a sick pervert.

“What the fuck was that all about?”

He smirked in that damned way he always did.

“He noticed.
” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Good.”

His hands moved to grab my ass, pulling me
against his body.

My hand smacked against his chest.
“I can’t fucking believe you.”

“You’re the one
who said you were mine,” he said, throwing my words back at me. “I was just making it known.”

I pushed out of his arms and stepped back
, regarding him warily. His arms crossed in front of his chest, closing himself off. “You’re always trying to push me away, but I want you to think about it. I mean really think about me no longer being around…or better yet, me with another man, screaming out
his
name as
his
cock is buried in me. Tell me, what do you
think
now?”

I watched his face
contort as he did what I asked. The usual myriad of emotions flickered across his face, but then there was a softness I’d never seen before, and it made him look very different.

In a split second
, he snatched hold of my wrist and pulled me to him. His eyes widened and his gaze shot down to his hand, staring in absolute disbelief. It had been impulse. The moment he thought about me with another man, his possessive side came out.

His hand relaxed and as it began to drop
, I slid mine into his. His eyes grew in alarm, his breath picking up in tempo.

“
Shh,” I soothed, my thumb running over his in small circles. His eyes looked tormented, tearing at me. The simple gesture of affection was almost too much for him.

My gaze flickered to a hole
in the wall next to his head that had not been there before we went out. It was out of place, on the opposite side of the foyer from the others.

“Did you punch another hole in the wall?” I questioned. “Were you angry that you let yourself go again and showed me the real you?” His face became steel,
like he didn’t want to admit I was right. “Did you do that because you were pissed at taking me in a public restroom or because you claimed me as yours?”

All expression
on his face fell away.

“What does it matter?” he asked in almost a sigh of defeat.

“What does it
matter
?” I mimicked. “We’ve been going with the flow and then all of the sudden… I don’t get you.”

“You’re the one who
wants to ‘be.’ I told you it was a bad idea,” he spat. He picked up a glass from the table next to the door that contained a small amount of amber colored liquid and tipped it against his lips.

“Yes, but your action
s back at the bar? Laying claim to me caveman style? Being possessive and jealous?” He stared at me in disbelief as the words began to match up in his mind, showing him what he’d done. “You changed things.”

His gaze snapped back to me and
the painful expression looked like it turned to fear then anger. His arm swung out, throwing the glass in his hand into the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces as he yelled out. I jumped at his sudden aggression, surprised by his actions.

“Fuck!” His hands tugged at his hair. “Why was he there?”

“
Who
? Andrew?” I was confused, wondering what Andrew had to do with anything.

“He doesn’
t know shit about me!” His lips twitched and his nostrils flared.

“Well, he seems to think he knows
something
.”

“With all the rumors, he probably believed them. He seems the type.”

“Before I touch that last part…what rumors?”

That stopped him col
d and he turned to stare at me. “Lila, you’re intelligent, so I know you’ve figured out transactional law and contracts are not my area, but I can do it.”

I nodded. “You don’t have the personality and no one graduates with honors from Harvard Law to work contracts at
a law firm in Indianapolis, albeit a large one.”

“Exactly.”

There was a pause, his hand moving through his hair, tugging at the chestnut strands. His jaw clenched, his forehead crinkled, as if lost in thought.

“The last few years…h
ell, they’ve been hell…” He trailed off and began pacing in front of me. His other hand moved to his chest, fisting the fabric above his heart. “I can’t go through that pain again. If I love you, then that’s something they can take away from me. Take revenge on me by hurting you. I can’t deal with that.” His voice dropped to a whisper, so low I almost couldn’t make out what he said. “Not again.”

My heart thudded in my chest when he mentioned
even the prospect of loving me; admitting to both of us that it was a possibility.

He stopped and turned back to me, closing the distance. He
surprised me; his lips attacked my mouth, his tongue forcing its way in to mix with mine. There was desperation in his actions. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him. Our need was fierce, pushing and pulling.

He slowed his kisses
. They became lighter, almost savoring. He leaned back, his hand reached up, caressing my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“I’m not worried about you being hurt by me, Lila. I’m worried about you being hurt
because
of me.”

He was soft and tender for the briefest of mo
ments. Even that seemed too much for him and his expression turned pained, and then the pacing resumed.

He stopped
with his back facing me, and I watched a shudder move through him; from his head down his spine. His agitation seeped out, infecting me.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth, my fingers knotted and fidgeted at my waist.
My whole body was shaking; my chest constricted, hindering my ability to breathe.

We were the same.