Blond hair sufficiently frosted and spiked?
Check.
Black eyeliner expertly applied to bring out the green in my eyes?
Check.
Lips
plump, shiny, and looking like I could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet
of garden hose?
Check.
See
through t shirt tight over chest and short enough to show off my belly button
ring?
Check.
Pants low on my hips and hugging my ass so tight I can't breathe?
Check.
Rowan Connelly
laughed at himself in the bathroom mirror. He could breathe but just barely.
If he sat down, his tight black leather pants were in serious jeopardy of
splitting at the seams and maybe a ball or two would be crushed in the
process. But as long as they hung low on his hips and hugged his ass who gave
a crap?
His
mama always said that being beautiful came at a price and if he hoped to get
lucky tonight, that price was breathing. Hell, breathing was highly over rated
anyway. Sex, now that was the stuff, and unfortunately, it was stuff he was
currently lacking in his life. Hopefully, he looked slutty enough to get
someone interested and get that taken care of.
He
patted his hair one last time then went into his bedroom and retrieved the
condom and small tube of lube from his nightstand and pushed it into his front
pocket. He pushed his identification into his back pocket along with some cash
then headed toward his living room to wait for his ride.
Twenty minutes into pacing back and forth in front of the front window and he
was about ready to go on his own. His brother Seth was never good at arriving
anywhere on time but this was ridiculous.
Rowan had a feeling Seth would be late to his own damn funeral.
Just
when he was ready to pull his hair out from frustration, the phone rang. Rowan
jumped toward it. "It's about damn time," he snapped, not waiting for anyone
to say anything. "I've been waiting for—"
"Rowan."
Crap
on a cracker.
Rowan gripped the counter top so tightly that the tips of his fingers started
to sting. He could feel the animosity coming through the phone from the simple
mention of his name. Rowan drew in a deep breath and braced himself.
"Hello, Carlton."
"I've sent a car for you. I'll expect you at Briarwood in an hour."
Rowan drew in another shaky breath. His fingers gripped the counter top even
more. "I'm sorry, Carlton. I was under the impression that you had banished me
from pack lands. I distinctly remember you telling me never to set foot in
Briarwood again."
"Rowan!"
Rowan held the phone away from his ear when Carlton shouted into the phone.
Had the man ever spoken a soft word? Rowan's head started to throb. He could
already feel the headache coming on. He knew for a fact that it would be a
migraine by the time he hung up with Carlton.
"I
do not have time for your foolishness," Carlton snapped. "Be ready when the
car arrives."
Rowan's fingers tightened around the phone. He knew he had to stop letting his
former alpha dictate his actions, especially since he had been kicked out of
the pack six months ago and had to learn to live on his own with no pack to
call his own. It just sucked that his family had suffered the same fate
because he refused the alpha's advances.
"I'm
truly sorry, Carlton." Right. Rowan rolled his eyes. Even he didn't
believe that one. "I have other plans tonight. Maybe we can get together for
Sunday brunch."
And
maybe they would need snow blowers in hell.
"I
don't give a damn what plans you have, Rowan. You will wait for the car and
return to Briarwood."
Rowan winced as shards of pain hammered into his head at Carlton's anger. He
rubbed his temple until the pain receded then sighed deeply. "No, you never
did care about what I wanted and I can see that has not changed."
"Enough, Rowan!"
"I
have to go, Carlton." An inexplicable perverse emotion suddenly filled him.
"I'm off to the bar to find a big dick to fuck my ass. I can't say it's been
nice talking to you but it's been interesting." God he wished he was a fly on
the wall to see Carlton’s reaction to his crass words.
Rowan could hear the alpha screaming into the phone as he set it back in the
cradle. He had no idea what had made him say what he had to the man. Carlton
was sure to be pissed beyond reason. Rowan knew there would be repercussions
for his words, starting with the migraine he knew was coming. He just didn't
care at the moment.
He
had stopped caring six months ago when his alpha kicked him out of the only
home he had ever known because he wouldn't mate with the man. A mating Rowan
knew nothing about had been announced at his twenty fifth birthday party. When
Rowan had learned that his mating ceremony to Carlton was planned for the
following month, he knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
The
expression of uncontrollable rage on Carlton's face when he refused the mating
still stuck in his mind. He just didn't care. No one had asked him if he
wanted to be mated to the alpha. Carlton had just announced it like he would
accept whatever little crumbs the alpha threw his way.
He
might not be as tall or as handsome as his three brothers but he had curves
in all the right places as his mother liked to tell him. Curves Rowan was
very proud to show off. It sounded rather odd when referenced to a man but he
did have quite the ass. He had gotten his striking blond hair and high
cheekbones from his mother along with her small compact dancer's body.
There were days that he loved the slim lines and tight muscles on his body and
the way he moved when he walked across a room. There were other days when he
hated the fact that he had inherited Nordic good looks of the rest of his
family. It often drew all the wrong people—like Alpha Carlton Gregory.
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