“You need to stop talking.”
“Only right now? Babe, right now, I can’t figure out why he likes you so much.”
My jaw dropped as Seth flashed another blinding smile and then went back to the booth to sit with Ezra. I turned away before I could make eye contact with my best friend, then rushed to my father’s office and slammed the door behind me.
***
My head was spinningas I stood outside Ezra’s door. I’d had way too much to drink tonight. It started with a couple of beers, a few shots, and it was all downhill from there. It was nice when your father owned his own restaurant-slash-bar because you could get discounts. He was less than thrilled with me, though, and finally cut me off thirty minutes ago, telling me to catch an Uber and go home to sleep it off.
Not home, Dad. Ezra’s.
At least I knew he was here. His car was parked in the driveway, the lights were on, and I just hoped he was alone. ThatSethwasn’t here. Seth. The nerve that guy had, telling me I wasn’t a good friend. How did he know? I slammed my fist against the door.
“Let me in, Ez.” I was probably way louder than I should be, but whatever.
If I still had my key, I could just unlock the door myself, but no. He took that from me. He probably gave that key to Seth so he could come by any damn time he wanted, and they could—
“Ezra, open the goddamn door!”
My gaze flickered over to the neighbor’s apartment, where I saw movement in the blinds. Shit. Would they call the cops on me because I was being drunk and disorderly?
“Ezra, seriously, before I get arrested.”
The door flew open, and there stood my best friend. Dressed in a pair of black booty shorts that showed off his toned legs and a matching tank top. I thought maybe I had passed out and was drunk dreaming.
“What are you doing, CC? You’re out here screaming like some sort of idiot. I don’t want to see you.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Are you serious right now? Go home.”
Ezra started to close the door, but I shoved my foot in just in time. “Are you alone?”
“That’s none of your business.” His gaze shot down to where I blocked the door. “Could you please move your foot so I can go back inside? It’s cold. I’m busy.”
I let my eyes move over his body. The small tank top that stopped right above his bellybutton, his tiny waist, and the swell of his hips. Those damn shorts that I suddenly wanted to slip off with my teeth. I could see the outline of his cock, like maybe he was hard. Was Seth in there? Were they recording something together? Fuck, the thought made me want to throw up.
“Ez, please let me inside. I need...” I dropped my chin as I tried to gather my thoughts together. My head was full of so many horrible things I didn’t want to think about.
“What do you need, baby?” he whispered.
Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and not just because of the cold. “Is he here with you right now? Are you going to let him touch you the way I did?”
“No, Carson, I’m alone,” Ezra murmured.
I pushed my way inside the apartment and pinned him against the kitchen table. “What the hell are you wearing?” I suddenly felt completely sober as I dragged my nose over his cheek and jawline to take in his sweet scent. “It’s so fucking sinful.”
“The door, CC, shut the door.” Ezra gasped.
I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to rip those fucking shorts from his body and wrap my mouth around his length. Spread his body over the table and fest on him. But instead, I moved away for a second and did as he asked, making sure it was locked. When I turned back, Ezra was watching me with hooded eyes.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I never should have said any of those horrible things to you. I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.” I dropped to my knees and pushed my face against his stomach.
Ezra gently combed his fingers through my hair. “I could never hate you.”
“I just...thinking of you with someone else. It makes me crazy.” I wrapped my arms around his waist his as sweet scent invaded my senses. “You’re so sexy, and knowing that other men have touched you, been inside of you, I just want to murder them.”
“Baby.” Ezra tilted my head up. “What I’ve done with them is nothing like when I’ve been with you. It was sinful, and so damn hot. But with those other men? The ones I’ve been with on camera. It’s all scripted, coordinated, and planned out. Everything with you felt so perfect and right.”
