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What was going through her head? Did she want her mouth around my dick as much as I did? Could she? For a moment, I wondered if she did. Should I want her to? Seemed to me it didn’t much matter what I should want, because I did.
Piper frowned at me and bent down to the esky like she was going to ignore us. I gave a look to Rio, who nodded, and then walked over to her. I took the time to really appreciate her arse in those tight jeans.
“Barlow,” I said slowly, and she gave a startled jump.
“Lombardi,” she answered as she stood up and glared at me rather more impressively than I thought she was capable.
“You’re lucky Carter’s not here. You’re not inspiring anything in that getup,” I told her nonchalantly. It was fucking lies. Any man worth his weight would find her inspiring behind a curtain.
Piper looked at me in confusion and Shayla, who was passing, snorted. I snarled at Shayla and she hurried off.
“We’re not all on a mission to get laid,” Piper said awkwardly.
“Shame that.”
Had she been?Call me Mecca because you’ve found the promised land. And yeah, I did think quite a bit of myself.
“You look kinda funky, there Barlow.”
“Being insulted tends to do that to a girl.”
Fuck. Why did that deflate me somewhat? I hadn’t been intentionally insulting her.
“Looks aren’t all that…inspires…”
“I’m sure that sentence makes more sense when you know what that means.”
She was innocent, but at least she knew it and wasn’t afraid to own up to it. I had to wonder if she was quite as innocent as she seemed, though.
She gave me a huff and turned away.
My hand reached out of its own accord and caught her arm softly. “Inspired, Barlow. As in inspiring a hard on. You with me?”
She looked up at me and there was no animosity, no annoyance, no masks. For a moment, there was nothing but her and me. My heart thudded once, and I saw something in her eyes. But I knew she’d never act on it. Not just because it was me, but because she was her. Then, like she’d remembered, she frowned and pulled her arm from my hand.
“I understand you. I’m certainly not with you.”
Fuck. Me. She was a spark just waiting to ignite into a fully-fledged, raging fire that would put the bonfire that night to utter shame. I wanted to be there when it happened.
“Like I said, looks aren’t all that inspire,” I told her, meaning every damned word.
Had I not promised myself I wouldn’t touch her, I’d be touching her. But if I touched her, I might not stop touching her… Until I broke her. And that I wouldn’t do. Not her.
So I walked away.
I found Rio with Steve and Jake, passing around a rollie that didn’t look totally legal. When Steve grinned through exhaled smoke at me with his hand outstretched, I partook. It wasn’t my usual thing, but I wasn’t driving so what the fuck.
“Oi, oi, incoming,” Rio muttered.
“Lombardi,” Jake voted.
“Salazar,” Steve voted, and I sniggered.
“Oi!” Rio said, full of fake indignance.
Erin waltzed up to us and made a beeline for… Yeah, me.
“Roman,” she said in her best attempt at sultry vixen. “How are you?”
