“Your football season’s been over for like a minute. How are you bored?” Why am I even asking? I look around Dillan’s bedroom, taking it in now more than I have all night. Thatwould have required me to stop looking at her, and that wasn’t happening. Fuck. What a night. I grab my jeans as Lucky bitches about football ending. “Seriously. I don’t care. What do you need?”
“Where the hell did you go last night that has you in such a shit mood?” he grumbles, apparently not in the mood to deal with my brand of shit this morning. Same, brother, same. “You find an easy piece of ass, then find out she was a bad lay or something?”
“Or something.” I pull up my jeans and shrug on my shirt as he fucking laughs.
“Damn, man. That sucks. It doesn’t matter how hot a woman is. If she’s a lousy lay, there’s no hope. Sorry.”
Hearing him talking like that has me wanting to plant my fist in his face, but he doesn’t know what he’s saying. And he doesn’t know I went home with Dillan. Lucky doesn’t need to know that. No one does. Not yet. There are layers to this woman I need to work through before we go there. Before she lets us go there. But she’s going to let us.
“Who was she?” he pushes as I find my wallet thrown on the floor.
I look at the sheets tangled on the bed and grin. “No one important. Just another night. Not worth thinking about again.”
“I’m hungry, man. Meet me for breakfast,” he demands.
“Fuck off, and get your roommate to go with you, asshole. I’m busy. I’ll catch you later.” I end the call and shove the phone in my pocket, then pick up the empty condom wrappers thrown all over the floor.
Dillan walks out a minute later. Her robe is tied in a perfect bow, arms crossed over her chest and miles of her soft, silky hair is thrown up in a messy knot on top of her head. A few strands skim her red cheeks, and my fingers fucking itch to touch them. To push them away from her face and drag her lips up to mine.
Fuck me... how the hell is this possible?
This attraction?
How have we danced around each other for so fucking long without this thing between us boiling over before now, and why the hell did we wait so goddamned long to tip the fucking pot?
“You hungry, Dillan?” I grin as I walk toward her, but she takes a step back, an icy mask sliding into place.
“Nope,” she says abruptly. “I’m good. I think it’s time for you to go.” Dillan forces her chin up, but her eyes don’t meet mine as that mask goes from cold to bored. “I’ve got a lot to get done today. Could you lock the door behind you?”
She steps into her closet like she didn’t just kick me out of her house.
What the fuck?
“Dillan?” I ask and move toward the closet, but she closes the door behind her. I’ve wanted this woman for years and finally spent hours buried inside her, and she just shut the goddamned door in my face.
“You can let yourself out, Rome,” she calls out, and I’m left staring at the fucking mirror hanging from the closet door.
I want to ask her what the fuck changed from ten minutes ago, when she was coming on my face, to now. Because I thought?—
“Bye, Rome,” she calls out, essentially dismissing me.
As if she hadn’t already done that.
Well, fuck this.
And fuck her.
DILLAN
PRESENT DAY
If one book boyfriend can make you happy, imagine what three or four could do...
Dream bigger, ladies. The sky is the limit. Don’t let anyone yuck your yum.
—Dillan’s Secret Thoughts
“Okay, seriously...” Kaleigh, my newest and only employee, glances from me to my cousin Lexie, a devilish glint in her pretty green eyes. “I want to know how homegirl wasn’t utterly exhausted by the end.”
