She twists around. “On what?”
“I bet you beg me for my cock before the night is out.” God, I’m a dick. But all’s fair in love and war. If she needs to be the one pursuing me, I’ll gladly lean back and enjoy the ride.
Her eyes narrow into little slits. “You’re on. Pick me up at my sister’s place at seven o’clock.”
I memorize the address as she spits it out. She does live clear the fuck across town. Damn stalker.
“I’m off to work.” She runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “I think I’ll go home and take a long, hot shower. Where should I touch myself? Here?” She motions over her chest. “Or…” She licks her lips. “Down here?” She waves a hand in front of the holy grail.
“Shit.” I groan and slam my head against the pillow. I’m going to fucking lose, but what a fun wager to fail at.
Chapter Seventeen
Natalie
“What am I doing?” The white swirls of plaster on the ceiling of my sister’s guest room don’t answer. “Of course, you don’t.”
I’d been positive I was going to stay away from Trey. Right up until he walked into the ER looking like a hot-ass biker in skintight jeans and a black t-shirt which molded to his chest.
I was still going to stay away until I found out he wasn’t there to see me. Which is total crap, he could have taken the stitches out on his own. I’m not stupid.
However, as soon as I saw him on the hospital gurney, my fate was sealed. The intense desire to crawl on top of him and rub against him like a cat in heat smacked me square in the forehead like a bolt of lightning.
Jerking on my clothes, I watch my movements in the mirror. The jeans I’m wearing are not flattering, and I’ve chosen a frumpy peach and gold top. Yep. Totally non-doable.
After sliding open the top drawer of my dresser, I search for my B.O.B. and pull him out. “Wait up for me.”
I chuckle and switch him on. The buzzing sound fills the room. “We’ve got a date for later.” I push the button to the off position and tuck him back into the drawer. I’m not having sex with Trey. No way. No how. Not tonight.
I shudder. Damn it all to hell. Coming, even by his fingers, would surpass any sex toy. To go twelve years without an orgasm with a man and then to intentionally deny myself the pleasure again, makes me question my sanity.
But I can’t. Is it more than sex? Sex is simple – he’s flipping good at it. If I’m going to risk my heart again, it’s got to be because we’re still good together. Everywhere. Not just screwing each other’s brains out.
Don’t be an idiot. Sexual compatibility is important. The string of worthless dudes you’ve gone out with or the couple you let into your bed were complete duds.
Maybe sex isn’t such a bad idea. I look at my watch. Damn it. There’s no time to shave my legs. He’ll be here any second.
As if on cue, the doorbell rings,
and I run out the bedroom door and sprint down the stairs.
“Where are you going so fast?” Lillian asks as she comes out of the kitchen and into the foyer.
“I’ll get it.” I jog down the last five stairs and over to the front door.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She grins and grabs the doorknob. “I’ll get it.”
“Shit.” I stop on the bottom step and cringe. I should have waited outside.
Lillian yanks open the door and whistles when she sees Trey. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She leans forward and embraces him.
He stares at me from over her head as she sniffs him and groans. “You smell good.”
“What are you doing?” Colton wrinkles his brow as he walks out of the living room carrying their son, Jaeden.
“Smelling him.” She leans back on her heels and releases him.
“I see that,” he growls. “Stop smelling him.”