“It just feels…”
“Don’t you dare say weird,” I grunted. “You’ll kill me.”
She laughed softly. “Strange.”
“Fuck. You want me dead.” I hadn’t kissed her since the night we’d done it for the guys. I definitely wanted to, but I was trying to play the long game here and not fuck anything up by moving too fast.
“What do you say we get up, get our daughter some breakfast, and then we catch up. Like, really catch up. I want to know everything. And if you have pictures on your phone, I would love to see them.”
“You’re funny,” she said.
I reached down and tilted her chin up.
“You think so?” I murmured.
She let out a soft breath. “I do.”
I chuckled at that, my heart pounding.
Fuck it. Kiss her, you idiot. Do it. Do it, pussy.
The doorbell rang, and I groaned.
“You snooze, you lose, Scott,” she said, pushing me away.
I groaned again, laughing a little. She knew I wanted to kiss her.
I knew Enzo was likely still passed the fuck out, so I got up and went downstairs to find Ryder grunting, a pillow over his head to drown out the doorbell again.
I knew the guards would never let anyone ring the bell who wasn’t a welcome guest, so I pulled the door open and stared at Ass Hat.
“Good morning, bitch face,” he greeted me, looking as pretty as fucking ever.
“Ass Hat,” I muttered. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in L.A.”
He grinned and nodded to his suitcase. “Thought I’d have a sleepover.”
Fuck. My. LIFE.
He pushed past me and came into our place as if he owned it. It was him rushing to Rosalie and scooping her into his arms that was a knife in my chest.
He crushed his lips against hers as I watched helplessly from the doorway.
Ryder got up and punched me in the stomach, doubling me over.
“Hurts, huh, wall nut?” he asked. “By the way, I’m going to do that at least eight more times since you gave me a fucking concussion.”
“What… the… fuck… is a… wall nut?” I rasped as I tried to catch my breath.
“It’s when you jerk off, and it spurts out too fast and too far and hits the wall. That’s you. A wall nut. Just always trying to go too fast.”
“God, I should have hit you harder,” I wheezed. “Fucking ass napkin.”
Ryder chuckled, and I managed to right myself.
Although watching Ass Hat play tonsil hockey with my girl made me bend over again as I clutched my stomach.
Fuck, it all hurt.
