He’s spot on. I swallow down my desire. “That’s not an answer to my question.”
“Answer mine first, and I’ll answer yours.”
My desire slicks my panties. “Bobby.”
“Sweetness,” he murmurs on my lips with his eyes on me. “Give it to me.”
I close my eyes and replay what happened. Bingo at the community center ended sooner than we all thought. After seeing everyone off, I headed home. It was another successful outing with the charity that helps the disabled connect with their families and others like them in their community in a fun, low-stress social environment.
I was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, when I heard the side gate slam shut. Freaked out because there’d been a murder at a rental near campus, I went to check the backyard with a baseball bat in my hand and a can of mace in the other. I recognized instantly who was using my garden hose.
Before I could make my presence known, Bobby turned and ran into me, knocking me off my feet. I dropped the bat and the mace. He had the nerve to grab me by the waist. My brain demanded I tell him off for misleading me, but my body had a mind of its own, and I found myself with my legs wrapped around his thick waist, and my fingers playing with his soft hair.
Now here we are with me wrapped in his hold, hot from my hairline to my toes, on the verge of confessing how hot and bothered I became when I saw his hand fisted around the hose like he must hold his cock when he’s getting himself off.
“Ever. Speak.”
My eyes flare open from the commanding tone of his voice.
“I watched and was turned on. Happy?” I glare.
“More than you’ll ever know.” He nips on my bottom lip. Pain and pleasure shoots from my lip to my aching pussy.
It should be a crime for Bobby to defuse my anger with a simple but pleasurable nip of a part of me I hadn’t realized could drive me crazy with need.
“What are you doing here?” I’m beyond wondering why he was playing with my garden hose in my backyard.
I’m worried about his safety.
My brother will hurt him for not walking away the instant he realized who I was. My father will send his men to do worse than what Ty will do. My father will make sure Bobby never walks again. He’ll destroy Bobby’s nightclub.
My heated body from his nearness goes cold. “Put me down.”
“No.” He tightens his hold. “To answer your question, I’m checking on an investment. It’s why I’m here in your backyard.”
“Wait, my landlord isn’t you, is it?” Gage and Ty signed the rental papers.
“Nah. That would be Midnight. I bought the house behind yours.”
The sexy but hotheaded and crazy Midnight Sterling is my landlord, and my brother’s rival—and my best friend’s brother—is my new neighbor. Great. Not.
“Two hours from where you live and work?”
“Distance doesn’t matter in this instance. It’s a long-term investment.”
“Where will you stay? That place is a cesspool of germs and toxic waste.”
“With you.” He had the nerve to lower his voice to a gravelly timbre, as though I’ll give in to wanting to listen to his voice all day long inside my place.
I ignore him.
“Why buy an investment property in Dumas when there are plenty in Alexandria?” I don’t know that, but any house is better than the one across from my rental.
“The proximity helps you keep your promise to me.”
I promised him more than one day and one night in exchange for five grand? I rack my brain for what that promise could be but come up empty.
I furrow my brow. “I don’t remember asking you to make another promise, other than our bargain.”
