"Fuck off, Lucian. I want different air. I was locked up in a concrete fucking box for two years. I want to drive a car and roll the windows down and stop somewhere for a fucking drink, okay?"
I almost felt guilty when Lucian's face softened, his eyes going wide. Reminding him of how I'd been a prisoner was dirty pool. But I needed to get out. Get a drink. Five or six drinks. As many as necessary to get me plastered enough to pick up a willing woman and charm her into taking me home. Enough to fuck her and enjoy it and not spend every second of every day aching for Calder's knot in my ass, jerking off until I felt raw, pinching and teasing my own nipples until they were swollen and sore, shoving two fingers inside myself and still not being able to get myself to come.
And he'd only been gone for three days.
