“Hey,” I walk into the kitchen after finally sneaking away to thebathroom. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Come on, it’ll be fine.” I laugh, shaking my arm as much as I can. “Okay, Z called. They’re having a party at the gym and wanted to invite us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. Us.” I laugh. “You told me he said he was okay with us.”
“Yeah, he did, but he also said that he and I weren’t okay.”
“And you fought since then.” I remind him.
“Yeah, but we’re still not good.”
It makes me cackle.
He just looks at me, confused.
“Please, you guys went from yelling at each other in the hospital to having a bromance moment in the basement of Pistons a few weeks later. That’s just what you guys do. Even when we were kids, I would watch you two get mad at each other one minute and then be laughing the next.”
“We don’t have a bromance.”
“Puh-lease.” I cackle. “You two are the epitome of a bromance. You two barely speak for 9 years and when you did, it was still all bromantic and shit.” Shaking my head. “How many other houses do you think big, bad, scary MC president Zane Anderson has ever shown up at in the middle of the night, crying?” pausing and walking up to him, wrapping my right arm around his neck and looking up. “You two are going to be fine.You’ll be besties again before you know it.”
“Is that weird for you?”
“Ask me again when it happens.” I laugh. “You may need to omit some things, though.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve already been trying to. He finally listened and stopped asking questions when I told him he didn’t want to know anymore.”
“About what?”
“About why he didn’t see you in my truck when we were on our date.”
Grinning, I nod my head again.
Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, wrapping his arm around my back.
“We could revisit that.” I laugh.
“Drew, you’re still healing.”
Pouting, I pull away from him and roll my eyes before I turn around and walk away. “Fine, if you don’t want me.”
His hand comes down, gripping around the back of my neck and pulling me backward into him.
“What have I told you about not wanting you?” his breath dances on my neck. “Baby, it’s never changed. I’ve still been fucking hard for you since I tasted you. Anytime I thought of you…”
I can feel his dick presses into my lower back.
“I know you can feel how you make me throb.”
“So are you trying to say you can’t have me again? Remember what happened last time you said that.”
“I don’t. At least not all of it.”
“What do you remember?” I whisper.
