Perfect. I’m left with my new best friend, Chris. “Your girlfriend is a Yank?”
I take a drink from Laurelyn’s glass since I’m wearing my wine. “Yes.”
“She’s very beautiful. I couldn’t help but notice her when you were dancing. I’d really like to f**k her.”
What? The music is loud and I decide I misunderstood what he said, so I tilt my head toward him. “What was that?”
He steps closer and puts his hand on my shoulder. “My wife is really turned on by you. She wants to give you head while you watch me f**k your girlfriend. I mean, if you’re into watching. Our only rule is no kissing. We save that for each other.”
Swingers.
I know I do some weird shit when it comes to women, but this tops the f**king cake. I look like an altar boy next to this joker. I’m so stunned I don’t answer. I don’t know how to.
Laurelyn and Swinger Trisha come back from the bathroom and rejoin the circle. Laurelyn takes her drink from my hand and I watch her face, wondering if the wifey propositioned her while in the bathroom. Her demeanor seems unchanged, so I assume Trisha left her husband in charge of closing this deal.
She loops her arm through her husband’s. “So, did you ask him, honey?”
“We’re in the middle of discussing it.” He grins at me. “So, what do you think? Are you guys up for it?”
I think Laurelyn is trying to read my face, but can’t. “Are we up for what?”
I pass my empty wine glass to Laurelyn. “Will you hold this for me, baby?”
I guess it can be called a sucker punch since he has no idea it’s coming, but I make a fist and slam Swinger Chris in the jaw, sending him face down onto the dance floor. I want him to get up so I can beat the shit out of him, but he’s smarter than that and stays down. “Get up.”
Laurelyn stands there in shock staring at me because she has no idea what this freak wants to do to her. “Lachlan! What are you doing?”
I point to Chris on the floor. “You want to know what I think? Is that a clear-enough answer for you?”
Security is stalking in my direction to throw me out, so I put both hands up. “No need. We’re out of here.”
I take Laurelyn by the arm and pull her toward the door. “What’s going on?”
“Not now,” I growl at her.
She follows me outside and comes to a halt. “Why did you hit him?”
I keep walking toward the car. I’m afraid I’ll go back inside and kill him if I don’t get out of there.
We get into the car and I grip the steering wheel. That’s when I realize how damn bad my hand hurts.
“Lachlan, you’re scaring me.”
“No more than I’m scaring myself.” I just lost my shit over some guy telling me he wanted to f**k her. He made me see red. I wanted to choke the life out of him for what he said.
She’s staring at me. “I highly doubt that.”
I can’t talk to her about this right now. I’m too furious. I start the car and drive to the house in silence. I’m pissed off. She’s scared and confused. Not a great combination.
Neither of us says anything when we get to the house. She walks inside and goes straight to the bedroom. I go to the kitchen and search the freezer. I don’t find frozen peas, so I wrap ice in a dish towel and put it around my swollen hand. It hurts like hell, but I don’t regret hitting that ass**le. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I calm down after I stand in the kitchen for a while. I decide I owe her an explanation, so I go into the bedroom to find her. She’s wearing her nightgown and standing in front of the sink washing her face. She watches me in the mirror as I come up to stand behind her.
I put the dishcloth-wrapped ice on the counter before I place my hands on her upper arms and kiss one of her bare shoulders. She reaches up to touch my injured hand. “You’re bleeding. You need to clean this so it doesn’t get infected.”
She takes my hand. “Is there any antiseptic here? Or maybe some triple antibiotic ointment?”
I’m rarely here, so I don’t make a habit of keeping stuff like that around. “I doubt it.”
She brings it closer for a better inspection. “You should at least wash it with soap and water.”
She cuts on the water and soaps a lather onto her fingers. She washes my knuckles until the dried blood is gone and then blots it dry. “I’m afraid you’re going to owe your boss some new towels.”
“He’ll get over it.”
She’s still holding my hand when she looks up at me. “Tell me what happened.”
I focus on her eyes as I remember his words, “I’d really like to f**k her.” The thought of anyone else having her makes me crazy.
I reach out to hold her face. I lean forward and kiss her, not knowing if she will let me or not, but she does. When I finish, I take her hand and pull her into the bedroom toward the bed. I sit on the edge and pull her hips toward me so she’s standing between my legs. Her fingers play in my tousled hair.
“I want to know.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. “That guy, Chris, told me he wanted something of mine—something I wasn’t willing to share.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You. He wanted you.”
“Me? But he’s married.”
It makes me sick that I can’t say it without picturing it in my head. “He asked me to watch him f**k you while his wife gave me head.”
Her eyes are wide. “Oh?” I see it on her face when it clicks. “Ohh. Swingers?”
“Exactly.”
“You pounded his face in because he wanted to have sex with me?”
“I damn sure did and I’d do it …” She cuts off my words with her mouth as she slams it against mine. Her hands are at my chest working to unfasten the buttons of my wined-stained shirt. Unsatisfied with such slow progress, she reaches for the bottom and pulls it over my head while it’s still buttoned.
She unfastens my belt buckle and then the button on my pants, this time more successful with the process. She slides my zipper down and puts her hand inside my jocks. Her hand encompasses me as she glides it up and down. Damn, this girl knows how to give a hand job.
She kisses me hard while her hand pumps me. I’m close to coming, but she doesn’t let me. “Where are the condoms?”
“Outer pocket, big suitcase.”
She kisses my mouth. “Don’t go anywhere.”