Hel-lo. My cock woke up in an instant, and I had to scoot forward and put my elbows on my knees to cover the lust those words had ignited in me.
As if he knew exactly what he’d done, Panther chuckled. “The house is mine anytime I want it. Nights…weekends…”
“And you’re just telling me this now?”
“He only left Wednesday.”
“Heonly left… Just who is this guy?”
“A friend from high school.”
“Mhmm.” I reached for my beer again and cursed when I came up empty. “Was this a friend with benefits? An ex-turned-friend? A friend who wants to fuck you and asks you to sleep in his bed under the guise of ‘housesitting’ friend?”
Panther laughed as if it was a ridiculous notion—which it wasnot, because had he looked in the mirror? There had to be a trail of broken hearts from high school to every place he’d ever been in his life.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing.”
“Because this jealous side of you isn’t one I’m familiar with. I like it.”
“You still haven’t answered the question.”
“There’s nothing to answer. I’m, uh, not exactly his type, and he’s definitely not mine.”
“Oh?” My ears perked up. “So what is your type?”
Panther shook his head and looked over to Phantom and Utah setting up a volleyball net across the pool. Yeah, okay, fine. Not really the conversation to have with a bunch of nosy fuckers around.
Like that was going to stop me.
I leaned a little closer to Panther, and he arched a brow.
“Answer the question, Panther.”
Panther’s eyes lowered to my mouth, and when I licked along my lower lip, he shifted on his seat.
“And if I don’t?”
“If you don’t, I’m going to pretend I didn’t understand your not-so-subtle invitation that you’d like me to spend the night—and leave.”
Panther scoffed, stretched out on the chaise, and placed his hands behind his head.
Then he glanced at me and said in a low voice, “You’re really going to give up the opportunity to have allthisunder you?”
Jesus.It seemed Panther’s newfound confidence extended to all aspects of his life, and I had to say, I didn’t have one problem with that.
Shoving to my feet, I turned my back, blocking both myself and Panther from the rest of the crew as I tossed my Aviators on the chaise I’d just vacated. Then I allowed myself the opportunity to give Panther’s body the once-over it deserved.
“Answer the question,” I said again, and this time it was Panther who licked his lips.
“What’s my type?”
Fucker was enjoying teasing me a little too much. I’d make him pay for that later.
“Hmm…” Panther eyed me as though trying to decide where to start first. “My type is tall, cocky, reckless as all hell, and has a tattoo on the back of his thigh that’s been making my dick hard since he walked out here in his shorts this afternoon.”
Okay, shit, I hadn’t expected him to be that blunt.
“Feel like turning around so I can take another look?”
