Page 16 of The Operators


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It’s my turn for my eyes to bug out. He cringes like he realizes he made it way worse but is too drunk to figure out how to think straight. And God, he’s not the only one. I drop my eyes to his jeans. I can’t help it. The word cock triggered my brain to react on its own accord. I have no control over how I’m thinking about unbuttoning his pants to see what’s underneath.

I divert my eyes, grabbing my beer and taking the longest sip known to man. What the hell is wrong with me? But more importantly, why does he have to look so good tonight? Like fuck! He’s not making this easy.

He’s always been attractive, but growing up it was like, you know, that cute guy your brother hangs out with. Now that he’s a whole grown ass man though… Damn, that’d be a dream fuck.

It’s not even his jawline or veiny forearms that attracts me to him though. They are just a bonus. It’s like, he can be so overbearing, but I think that’s what I like about him. I love the protectiveness. I’m addicted to the obsession. It’s why I love toxic codependent relationships because then at least I don’t have to be scared of them leaving me.

That’s why I need to push the brakes hard on these thoughts that have been resurfacing lately. I can’t risk losing him in the process.

“Dude!” Trevor jumps up and runs to the kitchen. “I’m out of here!”

“Okay?” Mack questions.

“Brooke finally texted me back.” He does a little pathetic victory dance. “And she’s coming over right now,” he practically sings.

Mack snorts out a laugh, trying to hold it back. “You’re fucking wasted, dude. How do you think that’s gonna go?”

“I don’t fucking care! Some things are worth the risk. Besides, my Uber’s a minute out. I’ll see you fuckers later!”

The front door slams shut a few moments later as he rushes out, leaving me alone with Mack again. He clears his throat, trying to clear some of the remaining tension from our conversation before.

“Should we?” he asks, nodding his head back toward the living room where the rest of the group is.

“Yeah,” I exhale. “We should.”

Chapter 6

Mack

Shit… shit, shit shit shit. Shit.

What the fuck did I just do?

I hold my breath, frozen in place with my hand on Thea’s thigh. I don’t even know how the fuck it got there. One minute we were all sitting on the couch watching the movie and the next she was leaning up against my arm under our shared blanket.

My hand just fell there. I didn’t think beforehand. And now I don’t know what to do. I can’t just leave it there, but if I pull away too fast that will make it obvious that it was more than a friendly touch.

I swallow hard, but no matter how hard I try to push past my drunk brain fog, I can’t seem to have a single ounce of good judgment left in my body.

I press my fingertips against her thigh, inching them up her silky skin until I reach the edge of her shorts. My heart pounds against my chest.

I catch her glance my way in my peripherals. I don’t dare look at her. What the fuck is happening? Just because I’ve had a few drinks and her brother took off, I’m suddenly all cozied up with her? Get a grip, fucker.

I fake a yawn, releasing my hand from her leg and stretching my arms over my head and back along the couch. Irisk a glance her way to see if I was convincing enough to make it seem like nothing happened. She’s focused on the TV now, so I’m not sure if she’s avoiding my gaze or completely unphased.

I’m so concentrated on her that I don’t even notice the credits rolling on the movie. The past two hours somehow only felt like minutes, and I hate to admit I don’t want it to end. I’m so comfortable right now. I’d do anything to be able to stay in this exact spot and doze off with her here with me. I feel fully myself when she’s here. There’s such a peace. Probably because I don’t have to worry about her if she’s right here with me.

She smiles at me, sluggishly pushing up from her seat. Her hair is messier than before. A few stray pieces fall in front of her face, and her eyes are slightly glossy from the alcohol. My eyes keep falling back to her lips though. I try to look away, but they keep ending up back there.

Luckily, everyone else gets up to leave, reminding me I’m not alone with her, and thank fuck I wasn’t. Derek’s ride shows up right away, and Declan and Addison’s will be here in a few minutes.

Before I even have time to think about how that leaves me alone with Thea, Addison starts questioning how she’s going to get home. “Thea, do you need to ride with us? Mack! Thea can’t take an Uber home alone at night after she’s been drinking.”

I open my mouth to defend myself even though I’m not exactly sure how this is my fault, but Thea jumps in before I can. “I think we’re in opposite directions. It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

Addison gives me and Declan the same look. It’s scary as fuck.

Declan chimes in first. “She can sleep at our place tonight. No worries.”

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