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“Friends do that.”
“You’re right,” he says, surprising me by letting it go that easily. “I mean, hell, look at you. You upset the fuck out of me and still I let you keep breathing.”
“Are we friends now?” I ask him, figuring it’s true, but not sure how it happened.
“It was either that or kill you, and I’m not about to go to jail now that I got Luna back in my bed every night,” he says. I’d think he was doing that to just dig at me and maybe that is part of it. He’s also watching me to see if it still bothers me. The hell of it is, that it doesn’t. If I look back on shit, I’m pretty damn sure it was my ego that was hurt the most when Luna chose Lodge over me. I liked her and we could have had a good thing together, because we had similar wants out of life. But, I’m not sure we had that much in common. Luna is not the kind of girl I’d take out on my bike, park, look out over the water, and then lean her over it and fuck her. I have a wildness inside of me that very few people see. I can’t let it out freely and still be the Sheriff that the people expect. I reserve it for a select few to see the real me. I never once hesitated with Junie to let her in.
Damn.
“Probably a good thing. Our kind doesn’t really mix in general population,” I tell him, playing his little test off, while realizing that Junie slipped through more than I knew a year ago. It’s no wonder I’m so set on claiming her now.
My gaze moves over to find Junie. She’s playing this giant Connect Four game with Joshua and a couple of his buddies. The buddies are eyeing her like she’s a centerfold on a Playboy magazine they have hidden under the mattress. Junie doesn’t see that, but fuck if I don’t. It’s a good thing for them that they’re just kids. My face still goes tight at the way they’re staring at her breasts. I’m going to have a talk with those little assholes on how you respect a woman.
“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you without blinking.”
My head jerks up to see Lodge looking at his sister. The bastard knows I’ve got her in my blood. I’m surprised he’s not going ballistic on my ass. Instead, it kind of sounds like he’s giving permission—at least conditional. I wasn’t asking for it, and I don’t give a fuck what he says, but I won’t deny that I appreciate it just the same.
“Fuck, I guess this means we really do like each other,” I grumble, the idea tasting sour, despite how true it is.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Lodge laughs and I join in.
He really is a damn asshole.
Junie
That’s not the only thing huge, and you like that too.
Damn Ben Kingston. Those words keep replaying over and over in my head. I think about them when I’m trying to listen to Luna. When I’m talking to Gavin and even when I’m playing with my nephew and his buddies.
It’s all I can think about.
I wasn’t kidding when I told Ben that I was going to buy stock in batteries. A vibrator is less complicated than a man and you’re not going to get hurt or have your heart ripped out. It’s a good plan. It also sucks, because a vibrator is not like a man—a man who knows how to touch you and can lower that voice and talk so dirty that you swear you might orgasm right then. And Ben? Ben knows how to talk dirty, and he can back it up. I can say that, and we never did go all of the way. A fact my body knows and must hate me for, because just feeling the weight of his stare has me wet.
“We’re out of cold water and soda,” Luna murmurs.
“I’ll get it,” I volunteer. If I’m inside, that’s at least a small break from Ben.
“You sure?” Luna asks, sounding concerned
“Definitely.”
“It’s awful heavy. Hey, Ben? Can you help Junie fill the coolers back up before Wally and Meghan get here?”
“Luna, stop. Don’t bother Ben. I’m more than capable. I do this kind of shit for a living.”
“You got it, Luna,” Ben agrees before I much more than get my protest out. He comes up behind me, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he presses his body into me. I am afraid to move, as I feel the hard, rigid outline of his cock press against my ass. There’s no mistaking what it is—despite our clothes being in the way. Ben is aroused, probably as turned on as I am—maybe more. That’s the last piece of information that I needed to know. Just the realization alone, has a new wave of wetness, sliding against my panties.
Jesus.
Ben moves around me and picks up the empty cooler.
“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it make more sense to fill the coolers up out here and just bring out the stuff to put in it?”
“Maybe, but the ice is melted. It’s just as easy to pack it and fill it up with ice from the fridge in the garage.”
“It will be heavy,” I tell him, something he probably already knows.
“Don’t worry, Junie. I’m not just a pretty face. I have some muscles too.”
