He ends the call, and my lips press into a thin line, then curve up into a smile. Guess I’d better go pack a fucking bag.
CIDNEY
When my cell phone rings, I frown at the name that flashes across the screen. I don’t know that Bullet has ever called me before. I stare at the screen a little longer than I should. Then I realize that I should answer it before it goes to voicemail, so with shaky fingers, I pick up the device then slide my finger across the screen before I hold it to my ear.
“Hello?” I ask on a shaky breath.
“Hey, babe, it’s Bullet. Just wanted to let you know that Goose is gonna be staying with you for a while.”
Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times but don’t respond to him immediately. I know I should say something, but my words get caught in my throat. Goose. He can’t come here.
Not again.
How embarrassing.
Last time, he left without a single word. Again. I mean, at least he didn’t fuck me and leave me like he did the first time.
“Cid?” he brings me out of my head.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice sounding far away.
“You good with that?”
He’s asking me, but I also know that he isn’t really asking as much as he’s telling me. I bite my bottom lip, then slide my teeth across the flesh before I release it.
“I’m good with it,” I lie.
He snorts. “You’re a liar, but seriously, babe. If you’re uncomfortable, you let me know. I’ll send someone else.”
I wonder who the hell else he would send. I’m not sure I want anyone else here. In fact, he’s who I want. I want him right here with me, staying here, sleeping in my bed, and inside me.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I murmur.
“He’ll be there soon as he can. But you got any issues, just give me a call, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I exhale.
He ends the call, and I let my hand fall. I think about texting Posey, maybe Dakota, possibly Lainey, and maybe even Zadie, but I don’t. They’re my besties, but that doesn’t mean they need to hear all of my drama, and I would have a lot of drama to explain.
Well, I would at least have a great night of sex to explain—but I’m not ready to do that.
It’s been months, and I haven’t told a single person about Goose, about our night. I’ve wanted to tell anyone and everyone who would listen, but when I start, the embarrassment consumes me.
I head to the bathroom to take a shower. I’m not sure why, because I just got dressed for the day a few hours ago, but it seems like I should shower. I mean, Goose is coming over… to stay. My hands tremble just thinking about that fact.
And they’re still trembling when there is a knock on the door. I almost jump out of my skin. I walk toward it, look through the small peephole, and let out a shaky breath. It’s him. He’s standing there in perfectly fitting jeans, a T-shirt, and his cut.
God.
He’s beautiful.
Opening the door, I stand in front of him. His smile fades, and his brows snap together. “It was far too fucking easy to get to your apartment. Your security here sucks fucking balls,” he announces, his voice gruff.
Stepping to the side, I watch as he brushes past me. “Come on in,” I mutter.
He drops his bag next to the door as he moves toward my living room, then he stops in the middle of the room and slowly turns to face me. He crosses his arms over his chest.
Blinking at the sight of him, I take in his entire body. He’s bigger than he was a few months ago. Not just a little bigger, but his muscles are bulging. I open my mouth to say something, then snap my lips closed, because I don’t know what I would even say at this point.
