It was even funnier that he was right. He did have a mosquito drinking right from one tight ass cheek. God help her, she was right earlier when she said she wanted to bite that ass. He had a delicious looking ass. It was perfectly round and so hard that the person who made up the quarter bouncing saying was probably looking at an ass just like it when they’d made it up. Or tried it.
Bella wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. She had zero control or resistance when it came to Rhett. He was also the last person she should ever have considered doing half the things she’d done with. She should have dropped him off at his house right after the whole church fiasco. She should never, ever have seen his dick. Not then. Not now. She shouldn’t want to see it tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. Because that implied commitment and she’d learned a long time ago that she and the big C didn’t mix. She’d tried it. More than once. It. Didn’t. Work. EVER.
“It won’t work, you know,” she started, but her voice was softer. She already knew she was talking herself out of her own words. “My mom. She would kill me. My dad would be ashamed. My sisters would have my head. They would all assume exactly what you said. That this is just for some kind of twisted form of revenge. Me solidifying, forever, my black sheep identity. Then, there’s your mom. There’s everyone we know. There’s the fact we don’t live in the same city. There’s also the whole point of opposites definitely do not attract. Or if they do, they don’t work out. We’re way too different.”
Rhett slowly straightened. Bella did her best to keep her eyes trained on his face. “And here I thought I was just coming here for closure.” His slow smile told her that he wasn’t serious.
“You usually find closure by banging people?”
“I don’t know,” Rhett confessed. “I’ve never tried it.”
“Did it work this time?”
“I don’t know that either. Because we haven’t banged yet.”
Bella tried to think of another witty comeback. She tried to think of another reason why it wouldn’t work. Another way to turn Rhett down and send him packing. So that she’d never have to see him again. So that she could stop thinking about him.
Except it didn’t work. She was horrified to find that she did want to see him again. She didn’t want to send him packing, and she knew there was no way she’d stop thinking about him. Ever.
Somehow, someway, he was already under her skin. There was something about him that stood out. That she didn’t want to let go of.
“Well… er- we can go back to your hotel room and uh- put some salve on those bites and wash out that tattoo and put your leg up.”
“That’s all?” Rhett held out his hand, a gesture of peace or some shit. Bella wasn’t actually sure, because he was naked, and still insanely hard, and it was impossible to tell what the gesture really meant.
“Well… maybe we can bang and see if we find closure. Or whatever. See if it works.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Then it doesn’t. At least we tried. We can decide where we want to go from there.”
Bella didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to step forward and put her hand in Rhett’s. She didn’t want to trust him or open up her heart to him or to anyone, to risk getting hurt again. And she was pretty sure that they were destined for a bad ending. You couldn’t date- er well- do anything really, with your sister’s ex-fiancé and have that shit work out.
She stepped forward and set her hand in Rhett’s outstretched palm anyway.
She’d never been overly smart when it came to men… naked men… with sad, soulful eyes and muscles of steel. No, she wasn’t smart at all.
CHAPTER 14
Rhett
Itchy, sore, and irritated, Rhett was pretty damn glad when he pulled up to his hotel. He was even more relieved to walk into his room. All he wanted was to sprawl out on the bed, relax for a second, and pretend the last hour of silence in the car- and everything before that- hadn’t happened.
Bella was there. That was a good sign. She hadn’t changed her mind and demanded to be driven back to her place.
But honestly, what was a little humiliation in the long run? And a few bug bites? And a permanent tattoo that took up his whole thigh and ached like a bitch. Okay, the last two would pass. They were just uncomfortable at the moment.
“You know, I managed to get away without a single bite. They must not have liked my blood,” Bella said, as though she could read his mind, and she probably could, given that he’d plunked down on the edge of the bed and was currently trying to scratch his back raw. A task made all that much more impossible by the fact that he couldn’t seem to reach any of the spots that itched.