“How do we make this right?”
“We don’t. You do. You have to make things right with Bo before you and I can even consider making things right. You fucked it up, you fix it on your own. And if you so much as even think about stalking her some more or trying to dig up more dirt, we’re so fucking done that you won’t even be able to see our ‘friendship’ in the rearview mirror.”
The hurt that crosses his eyes belongs with all the stupid he’s been blabbing. No way does he not understand.
“We’ve been friends since grade school, and just like that, you’ll be done? Over her?”
Taking a step closer, I swallow down some of the anger. A brawl does not need to happen in my home, because Bo will come out and try to break it up. No fucking way am I going to risk her getting hurt.
“Yeah, Cody. Over her. She’s not the one expecting me to choose, but I’m choosing her. One day, I seriously hope you understand why. Until then, fucking deal with it or don’t. Your choice.”
He sucks in a sharp breath before turning and walking out. Or starting to walk out. He hesitates in the living room, his eyes training on where Bo is leaning against the bedroom doorjamb.
She looks frustrated and sad at the same time, and I want to kick Cody’s ass for causing that.
Instead of making a bigger scene, he moves to the door, throws it open, and storms out. I go over and lock the door, then lean against it as Bo comes to prop a hip against the couch.
“I never wanted you to have to choose between your friends and me,” she says quietly, but she doesn’t drop her eyes. Her gaze stays locked on mine, showing me how genuine those words are.
“He’s the one who forced this. Not you, babe. Don’t even worry about him.”
I push off from the door and head directly over to her. Her hair is still tousled from the night, but she’s wearing one of my shirts that hits her mid-thigh.
Her hands go to the front of my shirt, holding onto the fabric, and I tilt her head back before brushing my lips across hers.
“You chose me,” she whispers, her lips twitching as she tries to restrain a smile.
I pull back, cocking an eyebrow. “I should have chosen you last time. But in a way, I think it was probably best that I went ahead and fucked up. That way it’s already out of the way.”
She tries not to smile, but fails, and she winds her arms around my neck.
“You still love me today?” I ask her, smiling when she grins up at me and nods.
“You?” she asks, a hint of teasing in her eyes.
“I could probably use a little convincing today,” I tell her, sighing as though I’m putout.
She rolls her eyes, but then pulls me down by my neck, forcing our lips together. When her tongue sneaks in, my hips thrust toward her on instinct. She drives me crazy, and I have no control.
She breaks the kiss and laughs lightly when I try to continue it.
“I have some ideas of how to convince you today,” she says playfully, winking when I swallow hard. “Hope you have the day free.”
I lift her and start carrying her to the bedroom.
“All yours until Monday,” I tell her, landing on the bed with her trapped under me. This time when I kiss her, she moans into my mouth, and I tear away all the layers of clothes between us.
The second I thrust inside her and become enveloped by her hot, tight little—
“Fuck me,” she whispers, silencing my own thoughts with that one command.
I obey.
Chapter 52
BO
After spending the rest of the weekend in Jax’s apartment, it actually feels strange to walk into my own home. It suddenly feels really big and empty, and if I didn’t have to get ready for work, I wouldn’t be here right now.