“Cross your arms over your chest,” I instructed Cash, and when he did, I gave him a pat on the head. “I like that. You don’t look as put together.”
“See?” Jace said with a grin. “Even she thinks you’re too preppy, Cash.”
Cash flipped him off, making the other guy chuckle.
Finally, I let myself look at the last guy. I still didn’t know his name, and even though I was dying to ask, I knew it was better if I didn’t.
My iPod took that moment to switch to the next song, and when “Starving” came on, just as my eyes locked with Mister Delicious, my heart actually skipped a beat.
Holy hell.
I was in so much trouble.
THREE
Kale
My hands balled into fists as I watched Santana run her fingers through Cash’s hair. I had always liked Cash, but right then, I wanted to stomp his ass into the ground.
When I had first laid eyes on her, everything inside of me had gone still, then hard. Fuck. Her thick, glossy dark hair had come out of its ponytail and reached her waist, and she tossed it over her shoulders so often I wasn’t even sure she knew she did it, but I thought it was cute. When I saw that the daith in her left ear was pierced, I couldn’t help wondering if she did it because she suffered from headaches or if she just
liked the piercing.
Did she have other piercings?
She wasn’t wearing a single drop of makeup, yet her dark eyes popped out of that gorgeous face. It had taken me over five minutes to force myself to look away from them. Her nose was small, cute almost, but her lips …
Those big, luscious lips were made for wrapping around a man’s dick.
Her voice wasn’t soft and sweet, but husky and full of authority. She knew what she wanted; how to take charge and make sure everyone around her followed the orders she handed out. She wasn’t hard like Emmie, but I could see how those two could get along so well while working together.
Then she had turned up the music on her outdated iPod. Her taste in music matched that of a teenaged girl who hadn’t decided whether she loved or hated the world yet. It was kind of adorable, and I’d wanted to slap Gray on the back of the head and tell him to shut the fuck up when he had started complaining. However, I hadn’t been able to get my tongue to work because she had laughed and the part of my brain that controlled motor skills had shut down for a full minute.
My reaction to Santana was instant and intense. It should have scared the hell out of me. I’d heard about chicks making a guy lose all sense of reasoning, and the next thing they knew, they were hitched with three kids following them around, calling them daddy. Some guys heard those tales and considered them horror stories.
Not me.
I wanted all of those things. Some day. I was twenty-two. I had plenty of time for all of that.
Finally, she dropped her hands from Cash’s hair and patted him on the head like a dog. I hid a grin, loving that she was treating him like some well-behaved pet.
After taking a second to inspect her handiwork, she then turned those big brown eyes on me.
I vaguely realized her playlist had switched to a different song, and when the lyrics hit my brain, I watched her cheeks fill with pink, but she didn’t look away as I first thought she might.
I watched, entranced, as the tip of her tongue snuck out and brushed over her bottom lip, leaving a sheen of moisture behind. My body tightened painfully, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even remember how to fucking talk. What the hell was this girl doing to me?
“If he looks weird to you, that’s because he always looks naked without his drumsticks,” Kassa told her with in a teasing tone.
“How the fuck do you know what he looks like naked, Kas?” Gray demanded, shooting me a killing glare.
I just smirked at him. I’d known the guy since junior high. He might have been bigger than me, but I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew how to fight dirty if he wanted to throw a punch at me.
“Relax. I’ve never seen him with less than a shirt on,” Kassa assured him with a roll of her eyes. “It’s a figure of speech, geesh.”
Santana took a step closer to me, pulling my eyes back to her, and she smiled up at me. “So, you’re a drummer. Huh, I kind of pegged you for a bass kind of guy.” Her dark eyes danced with amusement. “But I like that better.”
My dick flexed, cutting into the zipper of my jeans through my boxer briefs.