“Thank you for last night. I needed that.”
I smiled against the phone. “Yeah, me too.”
“We should do it again. Soon,” she offered.
My mind kept pointing out that Ariana was becoming a liability, but my body didn’t give a single fuck. Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing, but I already wanted to be deep inside of her again. I wanted her moaning against my neck and scratching the hell out of my back. I wanted her pussy squeezing my dick so hard I saw stars. I wanted her lips wrapped around my shaft.
And she wanted it, too.
But since I couldn’t make any promises, I didn’t. “I gotta get to work, Ari,” I said before hanging up. Then I tossed my phone aside, so I wouldn’t be tempted to call her back. I needed to pound pavement and find Joey.
CHAPTER TEN
Ariana
ITRIED NOT to feel hurt and disappointed at the way Bones had taken off without saying goodbye, but his absence stung. Last night had been so amazing, but now I wondered if he’d felt anything at all. Maybe I’d been the only one affected.
Maybe he’d gotten his fill of me.
Refusing to let my lonely thoughts take me down that dark alley, I dragged myself out of bed and showered. Then I put my hair up in a messy bun, threw on some jeans and a T-shirt, and headed next door to see how Markie was doing. And to ask her some difficult questions.
Angel answered the door and stepped aside, letting me in. “Hey Ari. Haven’t seen you in a couple of days.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I went back to work and…” And I couldn’t come up with any other excuses. I should have made time for Markie, but I’d been too busy working and chasing after Bones. Guilt settled around my shoulders as Angel led me to his bedroom door.
“Let me make sure she’s decent,” he whispered before slipping into the room.
It felt weird to have him checking on her before he let me see her. Like I’d never seen my sister without clothes on. Apparently, Angel was the only person allowed to see her naked now. The way he protected her should have comforted me, but instead, it made me jealous. I wanted someone to protect me like that.
Not someone, Bones.
I wanted Bones to make sure I was decent before he let people into my room.
But he couldn’t promise me anything. He’d been super clear about that fact before we’d done the nasty. I assured him I didn’t need anything, but now… now I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
Which was stupid since we’d only spent one night together, but the lack of sense it made did not change my feelings one bit. I no longer wanted to seduce him, I wanted to own him.
And, I wanted him to own me.
“She’s awake,” Angel said, interrupting my fantasies as he opened the door.
I entered, and he walked out, closing me in with Markie.
“Hey,” she said, giving me a weak smile. Her coloring looked more normal, the dark circles around her eyes seemed lighter, and the shaved side of her head was now covered with blonde fuzz. The rest of her hair was brushed and French braided to the side. She was seated with her back against the headboard, wearing a T-shirt while her lower body was covered with blankets.
“You look good,” I said, relieved to see her recovering.
“Not good. I think the word you’re looking for is better, but definitely not good.” Her hands went to her braid. “Angel watched a video and learned how to braid my hair.”
He was sweet. They were so fucking sugary together they gave me a toothache.
I wanted that, too.
After all my sister had been through, I should have been happy for her. I was happy for her, but I was also so damn jealous I hurt inside.
“He did a good job. Think he’d do mine?” I asked.
