“You’re a fucking lightweight. I worry about you.”
I worry about me, too. Especially with this business with Jarett. Because he did take out those thugs, chased them away, and I’d feel much better knowing Sydney has his protection. Who else would have kept her safe?
I saw him take the thugs down, watched the end of the fight from the door, frozen, not sure what to do. Jarett unleashing violence on those douchebags was beautiful to watch. He moved like a dancer, every movement sleek and smooth, power uncoiling with every strike, every punch connecting.
Brutal.
Lethal.
Hot.
“You seem to be seeing Jarett everywhere you go lately,” Merc mutters, swirling his drink in his glass.
I open my mouth to deny that, but nothing comes out. Crap, Merc is right. Jarett was there every time Sydney was in trouble these past couple of weeks.
Why?
“Look, I don’t like you seeing him,” Merc says, glancing sideways at me, worry lines creasing his forehead. “I was hoping you’d get over him. In fact, I thought you had by now.”
“Why?”
“Because last I heard, he’d been hanging out with a gang, and you don’t want to be around guys like that, trust me.”
“Gang?” I roll the word in my mind. I don’t understand… “Jarett’s in a gang?”
“That’s what I heard. Happened to overhear a girl talk about him at work. She, uh, was interested in him—”
“She wanted into his pants.”
“Well, she was talking about the size of his dick, so—”
“She slept with him?”
Merc winces. “I guess.”
“That bitch.”
He snorts and shakes his head, grinning. “You’ve got it bad, Gigi.”
I don’t. I don’t give a damn about Jarett and his conquests, or his dick.
Seriously.
The dick I held in my hand tonight, that I stroked and squeezed until Jarett shook against me and came, his cum scalding hot, his face tight with pleasure.
I did that to him. He was hard because he wanted me, and God… I wanted him, too.
“I’m going to bed,” I declare to the living room and Merc, and get unsteadily to my feet. “Good night.”
“Need help to go up?”
“I’m good,” I mutter, and drag myself upstairs. “I’m done.”
Please dear God, let this be over. If Jarett breaks my heart, without even knowing he has that power, that’d be too much.
It’s not until I’m up in my room that I realize Merc never did tell me what he was really doing in the dark, what girl he was thinking about and what the problem is.
Crap.