Even if she did insist on using a rubber. Sure, I always do safe sex, butoral…
“Huh.” She wraps her arms around her waist and shivers. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“You’re crazy.” I have the equally crazy urge to give her a hug, but then I won’t want to let her go. Instead I unlock the door that leads to the apartment. “Get upstairs and dry off. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Okay.” She grabs her purse, and I watch her sweet ass as she goes up the stairs before I take a deep breath and return to the bar. It’s almost empty, and when I show my face, the last few stragglers beat a hasty retreat. Except for Ty, who’s leaning on the bar finishing up his beer.
I see the girls to their cars, and when I get back, he’s still there. “Beat it.” I hold the door open so he knows I’m not screwing around.
“Coming back to the club?”
“Nah.”
He leans back against the bar. “Where’s Amelia?”
Ty doesn’t miss anything when it comes to hot chicks. And if we were talking about any other girl, the knowing leer on his face wouldn’t annoy me. “None of your business.”
“For real?” He looks as though he’s trying not to laugh. “Hope you’re not gonna fire her a week before Christmas, bro. That’s harsh.”
“No reason to fire her.” I widen the door. “Catch you tomorrow.”
Ty pushes himself upright, and as he passes me, he punches my arm. “Lucky bastard. Sure you don’t want to share?”
I’ve shared chicks with various brothers in the past, usually at the club, but not always. It’s a valid question, and there’s no disrespect behind it, but I’ve the powerful urge to ram my fist down Ty’s throat for even thinking it.
“No.” There’s a deadly note in my voice I’ve never used before when speaking to a brother, and Ty’s grin fades into a frown.
“Sure. You should’ve said she was more than just a piece of pussy, man. You know I don’t poach.”
He strolls out into the rain, and I shut the door and lean my forehead against the wood.
My natural reaction should beof course she’s just a piece of pussy.That’s all chicks ever are. Except there’s this kind of hard knot in my chest at the thought of her blowing another guy the way she did me just now, and that’s anything but normal.
I slowly straighten. It’s notnormalthat I haven’t been with another girl since the night I met Amelia, either. Not for lack of offers, but none of them appealed. All I wanted washer.
Tonight, I’ll have her every which way. Maybe then I’ll get her out of my head, but I have the weirdest feeling if I’m not careful I’ll end up like Zach.
Pussy-whipped.
Instead of the thought pissing me off, I start to grin because that’s the craziest thing ever, and I make my way to the apartment.
She’s cross-legged on the floor in front of the heater in the living room, drying her hair. Her legs are bare and guilt stabs through me when I see the state of her knees.That’s not fucking normal, either.I crouch by her side, and she gives me the sexy smile that’s been haunting my dreams for the last two weeks.
Thank fuck she has no idea how much I want her.
I brush my finger over her knee. “Didn’t realize you were on stones.”
We were in the alley. Of course she was kneeling on stones. Point is that’s something that never occurred to me in the past.
She tosses her head back and her hair stands on end. It’s funny and sexy, but I don’t laugh, since I have the feeling she wouldn’t find the state of her hair half as great as I do.
“That’s okay. It was all part of the experience.”
I ditch the crouch and sit next to her, slinging my arm around her shoulders and hauling her close.
“Don’t tell me you never gave yournice boyfriendshead before.” I try and sound scornful, but it’s hard. I’m still kind of burned by hernice boyscomment in the alley, although I’ve no idea why.
“Of course I did.” She sounds like she’s trying not to laugh, though I don’t see anything funny about it. “In bed with the lights out, thank you very much.”
