Page 25 of Undone

I stood straighter. This little nymph was trying to kick me… the Prez of Creed, out of my own cabin?

Hell, no.

Using my utility knife, I picked the lock. Not ready for what I saw, I grabbed the edge of the sink to keep myself from falling to my knees. She stood naked adjusting the shower temp.

“What was I? What was last night? You were only helping Rog get laid, by keeping me away from Dev… by making me come?”

“No, babe. It wasn’t like that and you know it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care. I used you just as much as you used me. Thanks for the orgasms. I needed them. It’s not like I’ll ever see you again. I’m flying back to Chicago tomorrow anyway.”

“Like hell you are.”

“You don’t own me.” She stepped into the shower, lathering her skin with foamy soap that ran down her curves.

“I beg to differ, babe.”

She snorted, stepping farther under the hot spray. “It was a hook up, Smith. A good one but now it’s over. You did your job like a good little Boy Scout and kept me from cockblocking your friend. Now get the hell out so I can rinse the smell of you off me.”

My nostrils flared. Where in the hell did my sweet angel go? Although, the hellion standing in her place right now turned me the hell on just as much as the angel who slept in my arms all night.

In that moment I knew two things: She ain’t leaving and two—I was royally screwed. She wanted to run as far away from me as she could while all I wanted was to sink myself deep into her. So deep—neither of us would be able to tell where I ended, and she began.

“Are you going to leave? Or stand there the whole time staring at me like a teenage boy with his first boner?”

I turned on my heel, slamming the door shut behind me. I grabbed a shirt and put on my boots. I needed coffee. A shit-ton of it. Maybe with some whiskey splashed in too. Jesus, she’s a fuckin’ head-trip. I headed outside tired and pissed, needing caffeine and a smoke to ease my nerves.

Whistles and cat-calls greeted me as I opened the door to the camp’s old mess hall.

“Lookin’ good, pretty boy.”

“Damn, I’d do you!”

“Did she shave your balls too?”

Christ.

I ran my hands across my smooth cheeks, forgetting the men haven’t seen me without a beard.

Flipping everyone in the room the bird, I poured a mug of piping hot coffee. Ignoring everyone I went back outside. I needed to think, needed to clear my head; how was I gonna get this girl? Call in a bomb threat to the airport? Chop a goddamn tree down to block the road from Springdale so she’ll miss her flight? I grinned. Maybe I’ll just handcuff her to my bed. Yeah, that’ll work. In a weak moment, I reached for the single cigarette I kept in my wallet—for emergencies.This girl had my head all fucked-up. Definitely qualifying as anemergency. I closed my eyes as the hot smoke filled my lungs; calming my frayed nerves.

I looked up as Rog came into view, jogging towards me. I’ve only ever seen him in jeans and his leather cut. Seeing him in running gear was strange as hell.

“What the fuck? You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack old man.”

He slowed down as he reached me and yanked out his earbuds. I wished he heard me call him “old man” when his eyes went wide before, he laughed so hard tears came out of his eyes. I shoved him. “Shut the hell up.”

“Smith? What happened to your face?”

“That she-devil your woman brought with her.”

“She fucked you up good already, eh?”

I took a deep sip of my coffee. “Yup.” Then I took a long drag of my smoke, muttering about stubborn-ass women.

Rog tried not to grin.

“Luce?”

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