Assuming he was referring to my current living arrangements, I shrugged. “Until I figure out what I’m gonna do.”
Edge appeared confused “About?”
“Whether I’m gonna rent or buy. House or condo. All that fun adult shit. Now that I’ve accepted the job, I figure I’ve gotta make a decision.”
Edge nodded, his eyes still locked on my face.
I didn’t know what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I was on my feet, stalking him for a change. I didn’t stop until I was pressed up against him, our mouths fused together once more. Now that he’d kissed me, I needed to taste him again. I’d spent years thinking about this, wondering what it would feel like. Even my wildest fantasies weren’t as great as his fucking kiss.
This time, Edge took my face in his hands. Within seconds, he reversed our positions until I was pressed up against the wall. My hands wanted to wander, but I refrained. It wasn’t fucking easy, either. I felt like a soda bottle, shaken and ready to explode.
Having been friends for so long, we knew pretty much everything about the other, including the fact that we were both bisexual. It wasn’t something we tended to discuss, but it wasn’t something we denied, either. And yet, right here, with Edge’s mouth crushed to mine, I forgot every single man I’d ever been with.
“I’m not sure what we’re doing here,” Edge said softly when he pulled back. “But whatever it is, I want to see where it goes.”
I nodded. He could strip me right here and I wouldn’t complain. Hell, I was almost to the point I would beg.
Almost.
However, I knew what Edge was feeling, the frustration coursing through his veins. He’d gone out with Jamie tonight, and if his date had been half as good as mine, I figured he was rock hard and about to detonate.
“Are you lookin’ to relieve some stress?” I asked, wondering if that was the reason he’d shown up here.
He stepped back, frowned. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
I stared at him. “Then why’re you here?”
Edge’s hand came out, gripped my jaw firmly as he leaned in. “Because I can. Do you have a problem with that, Cav?”
I shook my head, kept my mouth closed. Defiance was a bitter taste in my mouth, but there was a small part of me that didn’t want to fight him off. Being the alpha was second nature for me, yet it seemed I was right, it was possible for submission to exist within domination. I was living proof.
Not that I wanted to submit to him, but I didn’t feel the need to dominate him, either.
“Are you sure?” Edge’s voice was low, hard.
I nodded.
“Because this…” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a damn long time.” He held my stare for a moment, those bright blue eyes glittering with intent. “And now that I have, it’s going to be damn hard to resist you.” He released my jaw. “But I will.”
“What?” I frowned. “Why?”
“Because that’s the way it works,” he said as he stepped toward the door.
I couldn’t move, only watch as he stood there staring at me, one hand on the knob. His gaze bounced from my eyes to my lips before settling on my eyes one last time.
“Good night, Cav.”
“Night.”
With that parting note, I watched him stroll right out of my hotel room.
“Son of a bitch,” I growled as I walked to the door and flipped the security latch.
Before I made it back to the bed, I removed every stitch of clothing and had my fist wrapped firmly around my cock. I fell onto the bed stroking myself hard and fast, needing to release some of the pent-up pressure. Even if Edge wasn’t sexually frustrated—which I questioned—I was. Between my dates with Jamie this week and Edge’s unexpected appearance tonight, I felt as though my damn head was going to explode off my body. My own hand couldn’t sate me fully, but it was all I seemed to be getting these days.
I closed my eyes, thought about them both as I jacked off. I had only one goal in mind.
And five painful minutes later, I achieved it, a deep growl following my release.
EIGHT
EDGE
Monday, October 29, 2018
THE WEEKEND PASSED IN A BLUR. THE club had been packed, which kept me busy. It didn’t help that two of our recent training class graduates had managed to cause an uproar—complete with name-calling followed by a hand-to-hand brawl—on Saturday evening over a Dominant they’d each spent time with, resulting in both of them being walked out and told to never come back. There was no room for that sort of jealousy at the club and I’d told them as much.
While I generally worked at Dichotomy on Monday to prepare for the week, I’d come in to the Chatter office today because Justin had requested my presence. I’d come in early, hoping to slip out midday, but ended up staying, sitting in on one meeting after another.
