And I leave it at that.
“Rhett.” She’s breathless, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body squirming beneath mine, and that’s all because of what I’m doing to her. I can’t keep my hands or mouth off her. She’s all I can focus on, all I want to focus on.
The second we arrived at my place, I took Jensen by the hand and pulled her into the house, leading her back toward the bedroom. Chad was sitting on the couch watching TV, his mouth dropping open in disbelief as we passed by him, but I didn’t say a word. Just glared at him, as if daring him to open his mouth and say something stupid.
He didn’t, thank God.
Now I’ve got her in my room, the door locked. Her dress gone. She’s on the bed clad in a black bra and a skimpy pair of black panties, and I’m kissing her, caressing her, desperate for her.
I want to lose myself in her. Forget all the shit that went down tonight and concentrate on Jensen. She’s the only thing that feels right in my life, which is messed up since for all I know, she’s still lying to me about everything.
I’m an idiot, but I don’t care. My need for her outweighs the lingering doubt.
“Rhett.” Her voice is firmer. Louder. I lift my head from her neck, one hand cupped around her breast, the other toying with the waistband of her panties. She’s frowning at me, her blue eyes turbulent, her lips thin. “You’re not even listening to what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying?” I slowly pull her panties down, exposing her completely, and she kicks them the rest of the way off, then presses her hand against my forehead to stop me from going down on her.
“You’re still not listening to me.” She actually sounds mad. Great. I shift away from her so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. “Is something bothering you?”
“No.” I practically spit the word out. I really don’t want to have a big meaningful talk. More like I just want to have meaningful sex and that’s it.
She lifts a brow. “Are you always this grouchy after having dinner with your family?”
“No, but I’m grouchy because you won’t let me do what I want.”
Sighing, she shakes her head, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. “Is this all you want from me tonight?” She whips her bra off, tossing it on the floor so she’s completely naked, while I’m still completely clothed. “You just want to use me for sex?”
Yes.
I don’t say the word out loud, though. Instead, I look away, staring at the wall, feeling like an asshole.
The mattress shifts and I can feel her crawling toward me. And then she’s touching me, her hand on my shoulder, her scent driving me wild. I don’t turn around, though. If I do, I’ll probably attack her and she’ll get mad at me all over again.
“I know you’re upset about something, and that it has to do with your brother.” Her voice is soft. So is her hand that still rests on my shoulder, and I’m tempted to spill everything.
But I can’t. I promised Park I would keep my mouth shut, though he doesn’t deserve my loyalty. He’s the jerk who’s banging his stepmom while she’s still married to our dad.
Like, who fucking does that? When did it start between them? Was it years ago or recent? And why hasn’t it ended?
My family is completely messed up. No, we’re beyond messed up. I can’t tell Jensen about my recent discovery. She’d probably run screaming once she heard Park and Diane’s dirty little secret.
“I’ve said some things lately that makes it seem like I don’t care about you.” She clears her throat, like she’s having trouble getting the words out. My chest grows tight in preparation for what she might say next. “I told you straight up that what we’re doing means nothing to me.”
She did.
“And you said it meant nothing to you too.”
Guess I’m the liar now.
“You taking me to dinner with your family tonight makes me feel like there’s more here. Between us.” Jensen pauses, and all of this unspoken tension seems to grow and expand in the room the longer she remains quiet.
I still won’t look at her, not until she’s finished with what she’s saying.
“Do you want more, Rhett?” She rests both hands on my shoulders now, and slowly starts massaging them. “You’re so tense,” she murmurs.
“Do you want more?” I ask the wall, ducking my head and closing my eyes as she continues to rub my shoulders. I can already feel the muscles loosening up, and while that has something to do with her massaging me, it has more to do with the woman who’s touching me.
I just…I can’t explain it. I have a thing for Jensen. She comes around, and I automatically react.