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“It’s a good thing we didn’t kiss, yeah? I mean, that would’ve been a big mistake. Right?”

“Would it?”

Without saying another word, Iain left the room.

Iain

I stumbled into my bedroom and ripped off Dawson’s clothes as fast as I could.

Dawson’s admission that he might leave his post sent me into an unexpected tailspin. Suddenly, I didn’t want to smell him or be surrounded by him. Things were moving in a direction I hadn’t anticipated, and I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. Or what Dawson was doing with me.

You’re frustrated. Easily fixed.

Well, not so easily. Dawson was the only guy I wanted, and yet, this attraction went far beyond sex. And I had no idea how to stop it.

A buzzing sound reminded me I’d left my phone on the nightstand. I picked it up and glanced at my messages, reading Brodie’s first.

Brodie: How was the rest of your night?

Iain: I ended up alone. Sort of.

Brodie: What does that mean?

I didn’t sleep with the bartender. I freaked out, and he left. I banged on Dawson’s door, we argued, then we slept together. Well, there was no fucking involved. Just sleeping.

Brodie: Are you serious?

I told him I didn’t want to be alone. It was just the alcohol talking. It’s been a long month.

I noticed three dots appearing…then disappearing.

Brodie: Bullshit! The truth finally came out. You like him. Maybe more than like?

Fuck off. I’m frustrated. That’s all. I don’t like his teasing.

Brodie: ?

He flirts and bosses me around—telling me to get my sexy ass out of the bathroom, and then orders me to eat! Me! Then he almost kisses me, but doesn’t, slaps my ass, and calls me sweetheart. The fuck is that? And still, no sex. My cock is confused, and my head hurts.

Brodie: Including Ro and Faise. Yo, bitches, intense shit is going down with Iain and Dawson.

NOTHING HAPPENED.

Faise: Slap my ass and call me sweetheart? LMFAO

Ronin: Haven’t you been fucking each other all this time? Why is this news?

No, we haven’t, and we won’t.

Brodie: What about last night?

We slept in the same bed, but that was it.

Faise: Sounds like someone’s got it bad for the smoking hot bodyguard

I had a moment of weakness, and it’s over. BTW did you know Dawson is from Philly?

Faise: Total change of subject, but yeah, of course.

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