Page 60 of Arran's Obsession
“Thought you’d gone,” a voice startled me.
Cassie approached from down the corridor. She was in a black playsuit, her hands in her pockets and her wild hair up in a chunky ponytail. She looked her age, almost, but the edge the woman carried added years in other ways.
I backed away from the picture. “I’m glad I saw you. I wanted to apologise.”
She stopped a few feet away, one of her bare feet pointed. “Did Arran tell ye to come up?”
“Nope. I didn’t tell him I upset you. I’m sorry I did.”
“I wasn’t so shy about pronouncing ye a grade A bitch for your view of him. I told him to be more open with ye. It’s not surprising ye had that opinion if ye didn’t know better. I also told him he was the worst.”
I gave a surprised laugh, because he’d told me hardly anything. “All men are.”
She grinned, her hostility shifting a tiny degree. “Right? I’ve been told I have emotional difficulties.” She put the words in exaggerated air quotes. “Which I take to mean I can jump to conclusions. Maybe next time we meet I won’t have reason to tear into ye.”
“I’m not sure there’ll be a next time.”
“Oh, there will. I’ve been wanting to try out dancing at Arran’s club for a while. See ye on the main stage, aye?”
Producing a half-smile, because I was a little scared of the fierce woman, I backed away, turned, then left.
Jamieson’s car was already heading off, but Arran waited to help me in my door. When he climbed in the other side, I answered his quizzical glance.
“I just needed to apologise to her. She and your other friends were generous with clothes and things. I’ll probably never see her again but I didn’t want to leave a bad impression.”
He tapped the steering wheel but didn’t answer.
Exasperating man.
Staring into the dark countryside as it flew past the windows, I mused on the picture, considering how to bring it up. Then Arran spoke and set my teeth right back on edge.
“Cassie’s a good judge of character.”
I slanted a look at him. “Suggesting if she didn’t like me, that’s valid?”
He shrugged, but amusement played on his lips.
I changed the subject. The events of the previous night and day had left my body taut. “Is there something specific in your rules about not letting your claimed woman orgasm?”
A smile flirted with Arran’s lips, but he concealed it. “The rules only state sex, not orgasms. I’m told not all women can come through sex, so it isn’t so hard and fast.”
I wished for other things that were hard and fast. In the shower, I’d tried and failed to make myself come. Which was insane because all he had to do was touch me and I was on the edge. If he’d broken my pussy, I’d kill him.
“Tell me all the things you did to me in my sleep,” I demanded.
His hands gripped the steering wheel hard, though his gaze remained on the road ahead. “I stripped you, put my fingers, tongue, and dick inside you. Toyed with your ass.”
My mouth dropped open. I breathed, but there wasn’t enough air. “You cut my top off me, too.”
“With my knife. I spanked your clit with my holster, fucked you with the handle of it, drew lines in your skin, and used the cold blade on your nipples.”
Holy shit. My pussy clenched. “Wish I’d seen that. Maybe next time.”
Arran gritted his teeth. Amused that somehow I’d got the upper hand, I faced away so he couldn’t see my red cheeks.
The thought of him doing those things to me turned me on even more. Damn him to hell.
After a while, we left the brightly lit main road that took us south through the Cairngorms and plunged into dark countryside.