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“I believe you're saying hot as fuck wrong.” Tripp trails a finger between my pecs, making me shiver.
“What?” I half-scoff, half-chuckle.
“I mean, you’re always hot, but wanting me so bad you literally can’t control yourself…” His finger ghosts over my nipple. “Damn.”
“Your ego knows no bounds.” I grab his hand, holding it next to my chest.
“What can I say, I’m blessed.” He shifts again so he’s laying on his back, his hand falling out of my grip, while I’m still on my side, facing him.
“I kissed you.” I press, resting my hand on his lean stomach.
“True.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“Also, true.”
“Why?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Felt right at the time I guess.”
I want to ask if that means we’re more than fuck buddies, but I have a feeling this conversation is already testing his limits, and as long as he’s not saying we shouldn’t do that again I won’t push it.
“I thought the same thing. We should probably clean up.”
“You mean we should see if I really did ruin your couch?” He waggles his eyebrows.
“I don’t give a shit about the couch. Help me up. I dropped my crutches when I tackled you.”
Tripp hunts down my crutches and holds them steady as I struggle to stand up, frowning slightly as I make my way out toward my bedroom.
“That’s something you don’t see every day,” he mutters.
“What?”
“A naked man hobbling around on crutches. I wouldn’t expect it to be hot but… It makes the muscles in your back ripple all sexy like, and your ass jiggles when you plant your foot.”
“Jiggles?” I huff, rolling my eyes. “I’m already laid up, don’t take the rest of my dignity by saying jiggles.”
“It’s a compliment.”
“It doesn’t feel like one. Walk ahead of me. Go start the shower.”
Tripp pinches my ass and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Brat.” I grumble as I watch his sexy ass strut down the hall, a goofy grin plastered on my face.
Chapter 18 – Tripp
“What?” Noah asks hesitantly when he catches me watching him from the corner of my eye.
“Nothing.” I glance back at the TV, pretending I’ve been watching it since he plopped down next to me.
“You know how you chew the corner of your lip when you’re dying to say something people might find offensive and you’re wondering if the backlash will be worth it?”
“No.” Note to self, don’t chew on my lip when I’m debating whether to open my mouth. “I don’t ever wonder if the backlash is worth it. I don’t care.”
“Depends on how offensive you’re about to get. And toward who. So, out with it.”
