Page 44 of The Fighter
He stopped and caressed my face. “Relax and breathe through your nose.”
Giving a small nod, I used my nostrils to inhale and exhale and ignored that my eyes were watering. Leo had his eyes fixed on my mouth, making sounds of deep pleasure. The raw desire in his eyes filled a void inside me.
“Relax, beautiful. Just take me in your mouth and use that delicious tongue of yours for what it was meant.”
I stiffened.
“I fucking fantasized about shutting you up like this from the day I met you.”
“What did you just say? With some force, I pushed him off me and sputtered. “I can’t believe I let you touch me when you’re nothing but a douchebag misogynist.”
“What are you talking about?” Leo was on his knees on the bed with his hands spread out in a gesture of “what-the-fuck?”
“You think all we women are good for is shoving your dick down our throats, is that it?”
He scrunched up his face. “What? No! Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“You just said that my tongue was meant to be used for sucking you off and that you’ve wanted to shut me up from the first time you met me.”
“Devils and demons, will you calm down, woman? It should be bloody obvious by now that you turn me on. Of course, I’ve had erotic fantasies about you, and yeah, I might have had a few when you were riling me up at the station.”
“I’m not some puppet you can shut up. I’m opinionated and stubborn and if you can’t deal with that, go find yourself a brainless sex-bot.”
Reaching for my clothes, I stormed out the door and ran to my drone. I didn’t care that I was naked with only a bundle of shoes and clothes in my arms. Leo called after me, telling me to wait a minute, but being angry and hurt I needed to get away and collect myself. Just the idea of having to go back to the station on Monday and see Leo made it hard to breathe. What we had shared for those precious moments had been like finding Nirvana, until he opened his mouth and ruined it all.
CHAPTER 12
Fishing
Leo
After Raven ran from my house, I was left wondering what the hell happened. Not only did I have a nasty hang-over on Saturday from all the beers and shots that I gulped down on Friday night with Zasquash and Solo; I was also worried that Raven might be so upset that she would tell on me.
Everything that had happened between us had been consensual but who would believe me if she said otherwise?
I shut myself inside my house all Saturday thinking the incident through. It was so surreal that I almost wanted to believe it truly had been a dream. But the sock that Raven had forgotten was a reminder that despite how insane it sounded in my own head, Raven had truly been here, and we had made out.
Why had it made her so mad when I told her I’d fantasized about having oral sex with her? I knew she had enjoyed receiving oral sex from me, so what was her problem? Her rant about me being a misogynist had made me confused because I didn’t know the word. But I looked it up and read the definition as dislike, contempt, or prejudice against women, which had me snorting out loud. What a pile of elk-shit. I fucking loved women and maybe we Nmen got a bit overprotective, but that had nothing to do with contempt or prejudice. Did it?
On Sunday, Solo asked me to come and hang at his and Willow’s place. It was a welcome change from staying home and torturing my brain, so of course I went.
What I didn’t think through was that being at their place was a different kind of torture. My eyeballs were hurting from seeing all the loving gazes between Solo and his woman, and now that I’d had a taste of what it meant to kiss and touch a real woman, my longing for a connection had exploded.
I was happy when Solo asked if I wanted to go fishing by the river, as it would just be the two of us.
“Why are you so quiet today? Is something wrong?”
I kept my gaze on the water. “Nah, I’m just working on a case that has me questioning everything.”
“What case?”
“Last week we got called out to a domestic violence case that blew my mind.”
“Why didn’t we hear about it?” Solo turned to me.
“We don’t always call in you Doomsmen. Some cases we handle ourselves.”
“Tell me about this case.”
