Lost Souls - Book 2 "Convergence"

Chapter 3

Marcus lost track of how long he stood frozen like a zombie in the center of his office with a handful of dirty, cum-soaked tissues in his fist. In the crashing wake of his mind-blowing orgasm, his body was left trying to remember how to function in the vacuum of sensation that had bloomed inside him. With the Tabitha-fueled, lust frenzy expended, he was left with a whole lot of nothing and it threatened to implode his chest into his own personal black hole.

As awareness slowly returned to him, he sighed heavily and forced his stiff muscles to move. The tissues felt gross in his hand and he couldn't dispose of them fast enough, wanting the evidence of his torment out of his sight. He was halfway across his office, when a hard rap sounded on his office door, instantly infuriating him.

Why couldn't he get five fucking minutes to himself without someone needing something from him?

Blowing his load might have taken the edge off the sexual frustration burning him up from the inside out, but it had done nothing to stabilize his volatile temper. The knock sounded again, more insistent this time and Marcus gritted his teeth, hurling the soiled tissues into the metal garbage can by his desk before spinning around and stomping back to the door. He snapped the lock and yanked the door open, ready to rip somebody's head off.

Cooper didn't flinch as the irate face of his brother suddenly filled the doorway, aggression radiating off him in waves. When he'd discovered the locked door, he'd assumed he'd be interrupting something and had been expecting a less than cordial reception. What he hadn't expected was Marcus glowering at him and puffing like an enraged bull preparing to charge.

The first thought that flashed through Cooper's mind, was for his own safety but that passed almost immediately as worry for his brother's mental state replaced it. This had gone on way too long but Cooper was at a loss at how to resolve the Tabitha issue so that things could go back to normal.

I wonder if the selfish prick even realizes that he's not the only one struggling with this?

Instead of saying what was really on his mind, Cooper brushed away a long lock of dirty blond hair from his eyes and gave Marcus his best cocky smirk. "What's up with the lock down? Everything okay in here?"

Marcus blinked in surprise, focusing on Cooper before partially relaxing. "Oh it's you." He shrugged and waved him into his office.

"Oh it's you? Really, bro? That's mighty sweet of you. Miss Manners got nothing on you. What's eating you?" As if I don't already know...she's small, beautiful and has the most enchanting green eyes we've ever seen.

"Nothing. After that disaster downstairs, I just wanted a little peace. Got a problem with that?"

Cooper pushed passed him and sniffed, wrinkling his nose at the musky scent of sex that overlay the normal scents of paper, dust and electronics. "Nope. Smells like you found a piece though. And...as I don't see a delightfully naked, subbie with glazed donuts for eyes in here...I'm gonna assume it was another solo act."

"Fuck off, Coop," Marcus said. "If you've come up here to be a dick...please feel free to leave." Marcus pointed to the door, hoping his brother would take the hint and get lost.

Cooper ignored him, shaking his head sorrowfully. "That's just sad, brother." He sauntered away from a scowling Marcus and dropped himself onto an ugly, beat-up leather sofa. The thing had definitely seen better days, but it was still the most comfortable sofa Cooper had ever had the pleasure of planting his ass upon. Marcus must have thought so too because he refused to replace the eyesore.

Marcus sighed and dragged a hand over his face, wishing he could wipe away the fatigue in his bones as easily. "What the fuck do you want, Coop? Aren't you supposed to be dealing with that abusive asshole?"