I didn’t even know who she was then and the attraction was that strong, just like it always had been. So hard my dick was aching in a way I haven’t felt in many years. All it took was one look at her tight, sexy as sin body wearing next to nothing and I found myself having to immediately adjust myself.
Even with my rage at seeing her openly touching the men I considered brothers, I still couldn’t stop my dick from trying to break out of my pants. I couldn’t get over seeing her stunning face, a face that has consumed my dreams and haunted my memories for way too f*cking long. I was still worked up for another reason all together and it had nothing to do with anger. No, my calm wasn’t going to come back completely. I wanted to know why, why she hadn’t waited…why she had married another. I felt reasonably sure I was calm enough to be in the same room with the only girl I have ever loved and try to hear her out. For the most part I was over my initial anger. I had just marginally calmed myself down over the last forty-five minutes or so. It didn’t take much of a leap to reason that he was pissed at me. F*ck, I can’t even remember the last time I was able to tell what he was thinking, let alone what he was feeling. He is not a man that shows emotion, ever. The look of pure wrath in Locke’s eyes has me pausing before completing my way up from my seat. I hear the door click and immediately straighten from my folded position on the floor. My strength and support picking up my pieces and not stopping until he has successfully glued each piece back together. I can’t even count how many times this man has been my rock. I can see the anger bleed off of his face instantly, calm and understanding finally dawns.Ī new sob bubbles up as I quickly climb off of Maddox and rush forward into Greg’s protective arms. Greg finally stops his pacing and muttering and looks over at me.
As far as first impressions go, I think that one will be lasting. One second I am smiling and the next fainting at his feet. He isn’t forcing me to talk, even though I know he must have questions. Maddox is a quiet man, he keeps his soothing humming and vice grip, but the quiet is what I need.
The buzz I had been enjoying was long gone packed off and headed to Mexico with a one way ticket. I know we are still at Carnal, I can hear a faint thump of the bass coming up from the floor below us. I woke up about ten minutes ago when Greg came storming back in the office he hasn’t stopped pacing since. At some point I must have fallen asleep against Maddox his arms haven’t let up their strong hold.
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