“Come on, Jane, friends, we both know each other’s secrets now.”
“That you don’t mind being shit on?”
He laughs. “You told me my dick was huge.”
“I may have exaggerated a bit, it was a lust-filled moment and I thought you were Heath.”
“You thought I was the gay man who wore pearls to a dinner party, you have great taste in men, by the way.” He’s laughing so hard right now I feel the vibrations of him all along the parts of him that are touching the parts of me. We are definitely sitting much too close.
I try to push away, but he starts playing with the end of a curl that somehow escaped from my messy disaster of a bun and I don’t want him to stop. No one has ever played with my hair before.
It kind of feels nice.
“Okay. Do you want to watch a Netflix Original series?”
He flicks through the choices and smiles down at me. “Yeah, sounds perfect. Which one?”
Chapter 17
Iwake up on the couch to a light tapping at the front door and a shirtless Dex scrambling eggs at my stove.
“What are you doing?” I ask, jumping up and walking backwards toward the door.Where is his shirt?Why did he take his shirt off last night?Watching Netflix and falling asleep with me tucked into his side does not constitute getting half-naked in my apartment with me and cooking eggs. I point to him and narrow my eyes into slits. “You better be making me some of that.”
“I am, woman, now answer the door. Go ahead, turn around,” he smiles, crookedly, “Let me see that ass.”
I keep my finger pointed at him in warning and pinch up my lips.
“I’m teasing you,” he says shaking his head.
He isn’t, when I turn to get the front door, his eyes and my ass make eye-to-ass contact.Serious eye-to-ass contact,and heat flashes over my skin like wildfire.
“Stop staring at my ass,” I hiss, which turns into a giggle when he immediately responds. “Yourass is staring atme, you need to hide that thing. It’s been booty-calling me all night, whispering my name.Dex. Dex, please. That ass is begging…begging for me to take it out to play, I swear it.”
“Shush,” I laugh, flustered as I open the door.
Nate, disheveled and out of breath stands on the other side. My stomach drops. He looks stricken. “Nate? What’s wrong?” I ask.
Nate’s eyes zip up from my feet to the top of my head, instantly. “Uh, God. Jane, I’m sorry. I…” His eyes narrow as they whip past me and into my kitchen. “Is Dex cooking breakfast in your kitchen?” I follow his line of sight, trying to keep my expression steady.
“Heeeeey, buddy. You hungry?” Dex calls from my kitchen, and I swear to God he is flexing his pecs as he does it. For a split second, my eyes linger on them. Dex notices, and gives me a wink.
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Just ignore the half-naked idiot in the kitchen,” I say, turning my attention back to him.
“Yeah, he can try,” Dex calls from the kitchen, laughing.
“Seriously, Nate. Ignore him. What’s up?” I ask.
Nate’s jaw tightens as he stares behind me.
“Hey, really Nate, what’s up?” I say low, and reach out to touch his arm.
“Uh, Julia wants you. Her phone is dead and she’s sick and she asked me to come and get you,” Nate stammers.
Without thinking I ask, “How did you know where I live?”
His eyes drop back down to my outfit, making me glad I didn’t change last night just because Dex was here. “Julia told me a while ago.”
I feel dizzy. He knew whose wall he was moaning and screwing Julia up against every night. Why couldn’t they do it in a bed like a normal couple? It’s like they both want me to hear them.
