Preservation (The Walsh Series Book 7) by Kate Canterbary

Author:Kate Canterbary [Canterbary, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781540180087
Publisher: Vesper Press
Published: 2017-06-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Riley

What the fuck is going on?

That was the only question in my head. Over and over, an endless loop of those words until I started doubting everything and wanting to sneak another glance at the bruise. On my thigh. Just to confirm I wasn't losing my fucking mind.

It certainly seemed like I was. I mean, was there a different explanation? I'd woken up naked and alone, our room trashed and a giant fucking hickey sucked into my leg. Because I was a goddamn fucking idiot, I couldn't remember much after kissing her in a dark booth at The Magdalenae Room in the Dean Hotel. The broken condom that I'd found under a pillow certainly corroborated…something.

And Alex had been no help. Instead of recapping the events between last call and waking up with the burn of well-used muscles, Little Miss Thigh Sucker had no use for me. She'd gone about breakfast as if nothing had changed.

I was never drinking again. I said that every time I woke up from a night of whiskey but I was serious this time. I couldn't handle that shit. It didn't matter whether it was a lot or a little. It fucked me over and hung me out to dry. Or more precisely, it left me choking back vomit in the middle of a busy bakery, all while staring at a woman I'd slept with and wondering how to ask her for the key details.

That right there was shambles.

I'd kissed her—hell, I'd fucked her, more than once, if the sated state of my balls was a worthy barometer—and now she was trying to buy her own coffee. Even if whiskey had pissed all over my brain and this relationship was a work of artifice, I'd been inside her just a few hours ago.

I was buying her fucking coffee. The croissant, too.

"Oh my fucking god, would you stop?" I snapped, batting away her hand. "I've got it, okay?"

"Sorry," Alex muttered, though there was no apology in her tone. "I must've misunderstood. Again."

She grabbed her coffee and pushed past me, and I had no idea how to make this right. How could I? If I'd had my way, she'd still be underneath me right now. We wouldn't have left that room all day.

But I didn't know what had sent her scrambling out of our room or why she wanted nothing to do with me today. I'd done something or said something, or maybe I'd been bad in bed, and what intimacy we'd had was now hostility.

I didn't say anything as we walked back to the car. Nothing was going to come out right. I couldn't grab her by the neck and kiss her until she turned molten in my hands. I couldn't tell her I wanted her lips stretched around my cock. I couldn't even drag my fingers through her hair. I couldn't have any of it until I figured out where I'd gone wrong.

The drive to Boston was quiet. We shared little more than basic conversation about the weather, radio stations, traffic.

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