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She gathered a handful of hair before flipping back upright and wrapping it in a ponytail. “Thank you for helping out,” she told him.
He grinned. “Anytime. I can give you my number if you want to hit me up to play sometime.”
Hit me up?How old was he? Twenty?
Come on, Ken, you can do better.
“Thanks, but I’m only in town for the week,” she said, and my fucking chest cracked open.
My heart fell out and splattered all over the ground.
She’s leaving.
It’s not like I thought she was going to stay. That didn’t mean hearing her say it out loud wasn’t a bitch.
She waved goodbye to Dickbag, then hung her tank top over the back of Ashton’s chair. I flipped burgers on the grill with a spatula in one hand and picked a song on the jukebox app with the other. She walked up beside me to grab a grilled hot dog out of the aluminum pan, and my eyes fell to her breasts.
My body remembered the way that same breast had once felt in my hand, the way my fingers curved around that perfect fucking swell at the top, the way my thumb brushed over her nipple.
Jesuuuuuus.
I did not come here prepared for this shit.
She brought the hot dog to her mouth and took a bite. That was my girl. Reach in and take what you want, when you want it. Screw a bun. No fucks given.
Meanwhile, Lexi sat at the picnic table eating her French fries with a fork. There was absolutely no comparison.
I slid my phone back into my pocket and looked back down at the burgers. Ten more seconds of staring at her tits, and I’d have her on her back on that fucking picnic table while I offered my apologies to Lexi and her fries. Not my greatest plan ever, so I decided to focus on the burgers.
“He wants to fuck you.”
“I’m sorry, what?” She tossed the rest of the hot dog into the trash can and took a step closer to me. Invading my space and consuming me with her scent. When she stared up at me, she made it impossible not to stare back. “Since when is my sex life your business?”
Valid question. It wasn’t my business. Not anymore. But until two years ago, I’d known the name of every guy she’d ever been with. There was Trace, the student council president that took her V-card, then broke her heart when she found out he’d had a girlfriend the entire time. I found him drunk at a party about six months later, waited ‘til he passed out, and carried him to his car. I sat him in the driver’s seat then whipped out my dick and pissed all over that sorry motherfucker. In South Georgia, it was eighty degrees even when the sun went down. I bet his car smelled like hot, sour piss for months after that.
After Trace, there was Sterling, the college quarterback. Matthew, the preacher’s son. Landon, a magazine editor from New York. And Chance, the lead singer for some local band. After that first heartbreak, she bailed as soon as anyone caught anything that resembled feelings. She ran, but it still left her broken, and I was there every time to pick up the pieces. Every. Fucking. Time.
Until she left.
I couldn’t pick up the pieces when I was the reason they were shattered in the first place.
I didn’t know how long her list had grown now, but I knew this guy wanted to be on it.
“I shouldn’t have called you asex trap.” I swallowed hard as I touched the top of her arm. “You should back up.”
“Tell me why you said it.”
“Because the grill is hot, and you’re going to burn yourself.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Ken—” I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Hendrix.” There was so much going on behind those deep blue eyes when she looked up at me, into me, all the way fucking through me. She might as well have just ripped me open and climbed inside. That’s where she was now. That’s where she always had been, embedded within my soul. “Tell me why.”
Because I want you and I know the minute I have you I won’t ever let you go.
God. Dammit.
