Killjoy.
One could only guess that was his biker name or club calling card or whatever, and I couldn’t stop the snort that slipped out. Funny enough, it seemed very fitting for the manwho was currently scowling at me through the window on the door.
I sent him an apologetic smile as I released the smooth leather. And when he turned back away from me, I definitely didn’t bury my nose in the leather vest and take a deep inhale. That would have been weird and creepy.
Sue me, I loved the scent of leather. Even better when it was mixed with the musky, raw scent of man. Oh, and I wasn’t talking about a sitting pretty, pampered kind of man. What drove me wild was when I smelled the hard work and strength. When it made me picture rough hands, sweat, and undiluted animal power.
With a name like Killjoy, I could only imagine he had a lot of pent-up sexual energy that needed to be released. He probably didn’t even know what it was to let go and fuck with wild abandon.
I bit my bottom lip just thinking about it. How I’d love to be the one he released it on. The one he threw around while he uncapped the bottle and set free all of that sexual tension. I would love to be the ass he came all over because he couldn’t stop himself from marking his territory. From staking his claim. Even if it was temporary.
I jumped out of my skin when the door forcefully cracked open.
“You’re ringing,” he said, brows pulled together in confusion as he held my phone out to me while still keeping his phone against his ear. Could he read my lusty thoughts on my face?
“Oh!” I rushed to grab it. I glanced down, and my lips instantly curled into a small smile seeing the obscenely naked picture of Jayden and me, laughing while we were covered in each other’s cum. I almost let out a silly little giggle when I glanced back at him, and he raised his brow, revealing so manyunspoken questions. I answered the call as he ducked back into the room. “Hey.”
“Wow, you sound out of breath. Did I mess up a shoot?”
“Um, no. I was just…”Having crazy thoughts about the random stranger, who happens to own the house I almost broke into.It took me a long moment to snap out of it, then another few seconds to realize that he hadcalledme. No one called anymore unless it was an emergency, and even then, most people would just send a quick text. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” he said, and I could just picture him fluidly waving his hand in the air. “But listen, I kinda need a little favor.” His Alabama accent was front and center, and I could hear his tone dripping with that Southern charm he pulled out when he wanted to get his way.
“Okay…” I drew the word out, waiting for more.
Talking faster than I thought humanly possible, he went into an explanation about sexy toy Christmas advertising that his boyfriend’s toy company was doing, and how someone ended up falling through.
I was trying to figure out if this was a call where he needed me to comfort and calm him down, or if it was something else.
“Do you have that Proud Pinkie I sent you to try out?” he asked.
I distinctly remember tossing the unopened gift into my giant bag of toys… and that made me think about what had happened to saidgiant bag of toys.A laugh bubbled up inside of me, but I pushed it down. As much as I would have loved to share the moment with him, and I knew he would have appreciated it all the same, he was in crisis mode and didn’t need any distractions.
“Yes, I have it,” I told him.
“Oh! My. Gosh-golly!” he exclaimed dramatically! “I totally forgot. Did you make it to the vacation house?”
I snorted at his use of terminology. I’d never once referred to it as that. He was giving me an upgrade in his mind. Which, maybe, wasn’t such a bad thing now that I was in the reality of it.
Actually, the cabin wasn’t that bad. A little smaller than what I’d hoped for, and a lot less empty than I’d been promised, but it was cute, in that rustic sort of way, and I might get to stay a night or two.
“Yeah,” I said, holding back a sigh. “I’m here. The fire is going, and outside is nothing but miles of white powder.”
“Sounds dreamy,” he said wistfully.
Sure, I could tell him about everything that has gone wrong, but why would I try to override his panic situation with mine? I could always talk about my stuff later.
“It is,” I said. “So, what about Proud Pinkie, and why do you need to know if I have it?”
“Right!” I could picture his wide eyes blinking as he got himself back on track. “Will you do it?”
This happened a lot. Somehow, his adorable ADHD brain would have part of the conversation without actually having it. Which left me lost sometimes.
And despite the confusion, I was smiling. How could you not love him?
“Jayden, I have no idea what you need from me,” I stated calmly.
Thirty seconds ticked on, and I knew he was replaying what actually happened.
