“She’s trying to fucking kill me,” I groaned, getting up from the bed, still unable to take my eyes away from the sexiest fucking thing I’d seen my entire life.
“Lost your crown, drama queen?” she threw back, jutting her hip out and placing her hand on it.
I pointed at her sharply, and she bit her lip. “The only thing that sass is gonna get you is this…” I grabbed my cock with my hand, and her lip twitched, “… in that fucking smart mouth.”
I was beginning to think she liked pushing my damn buttons by the way she was trying to keep herself from smiling. She’d learn soon enough I didn’t make idle threats. She was going to push too hard, and I was going to follow through on all these promises.
For the most part, Skylar was the perfect club girl. Respectful, bright and bubbly, willing to help out wherever she could. But I was beginning to see she was also playful and cheeky, and while I should really warn her about being too lippy with the brothers… I honestly couldn’t do it because I found it kind of sexy.
“Why do I feel like yesterday is gonna seem like a walk in the park compared to today?” I mumbled as I placed my hand on her back and directed her toward the door. She plucked her leather jacket from the bathroom door as we passed by and once again, we were out.
I needed a stiff drink and to find somewhere to get my wing mirror fixed before tomorrow. I was silently hoping the boys from around here would be able to hook that up pretty quickly because having my beautiful girl broken like that, completely shattered my heart.
“I’ll be on my best behavior, you’ll see,” Skylar said with a gentle smile as we stepped into the elevator again.
I caught her hand as the doors slid shut, turning her body and pressing her back against the wall. My knee slipped between her thighs, spreading them slightly. “So for the rest of the club, you’ll become a saint,” I started, lifting one hand and brushing it across her lips. Her eyes lit up, her tongue flicking out to follow the same path I’d just traced. “But for me, I get the sarcastic smart ass. Why is that?”
Her cheeks flushed, and I leaned back just slightly, wondering how she suddenly seemed shy and embarrassed and not instantly hitting me with some kind of comeback.
Skylar cleared her throat, her eyes looking low before she met my gaze again. “I wanted to make you smile.”
My brow pulled together. “Excuse me?”
She huffed, her shoulders slumping like she was annoyed that I didn’t just automatically know what the hell she was talking about. “You asked me if I knew that it was a ten-hour ride with my backpack, and I said, it’s not my first rodeo cowboy… and you smiled.” She shrugged like it didn’t mean anything important, but she’d obviously thought about it. “You don’t smile often, but you do when I say stupid shit like that… and I like it when you smile.”
Well, fucking shit.
We jolted to a stop, and she used the distraction and the sudden movement to duck under my arm and out the door.
I rushed after her. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?” I told her, my hand settling on her warm back for no other reason than I wanted to touch her.
“Aren’t you glad you have me around to make your life more exciting?” She grinned as we stepped out of the hotel lobby. “Do you even remember how dull your life was without me in it?”
“Sky…” I warned, but she was right.
And I fucking smiled.