How’d I taste?
My pulse starts to race. “That fucker!”
“Is your car unlocked?” I hear Nate call out.
I grab the makeup remover, unscrewing the lid so quickly it falls to the floor, and I pour the bottle on the mirror and then run my hands through it, thinking that’ll make it disappear. “No.” I lie, my voice cracking on the single word. Of course, it’s unlocked. I even left my trunk open last night.
“Where are your keys?”
I turn on the faucet and cup the water, splashing the mirror with freezing cold water. It doesn’t do any good.Goddammit!
“It’ll turn up.” I avoid his previous question, grabbing a towel and just smearing the shit worse than it already was. When that doesn’t work, I just leave it. Exiting the bathroom, I pull the door shut and meet him back in my room, trying to catch my breath while wiping my hands off on the inside of my T-shirt, hoping he doesn’t see the red lipstick on them.
“You okay?” He frowns, his brown eyes looking me over.
“Of course.” I give him a bright smile. “Let’s go downstairs and grab some breakfast.” I slide my arm through his, hoping he can’t feel my body shaking.
I’m going to kill him!I knew Colt was up to something last night. Even he can’t be that relaxed after what I did to his car. He had a plan, and I fell right into it.
“I can’t stay. I’ve got to get back home,” Nate reminds me.
Even better.
We walk into the kitchen, and the boys are all sitting at the table. Jenks is shoveling cereal into his mouth. Alex is scrolling through his cell while Finn is playing with his knife. Amy stands at the sink rinsing off a plate.
My eyes lock with Colt, and he leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his face.
“I forgot to grab my belt.” Nate pulls away from me, and I let him go, praying he doesn’t decide to use my bathroom. I debate following him but stop myself because Colt may take that as me trying to avoid him.
Of course, he’s the first to speak. “How’s your morning?”
The fact that he’s burning a hole in my shorts, I know exactly what he’s asking. “It’s wonderful.” I grant him a smile. “The joke’s on you. He didn’t do it,” I inform him, and his face falls.
“Who didn’t do what?” Amy asks, and I choose to ignore her. We’re not enemies, but we’re also not friends. I do, however, respect the woman. She gets around, and I like that about her. She knows what she wants, and that’s not to settle down. Guys at Barrington call her a slut behind her back, but they’re the first ones to pull out their dicks when she’s around.
Colt sets down the fork and keeps his eyes on me when he asks his friends, “Boys, what’s the first thing you do when you wake up with a woman in your bed?”
“Eat that pussy,” Finn answers.
“Spread her legs and eat breakfast,” Alex agrees.
“Devour that cunt,” Jenks adds through a mouth full of cereal.
I look over at Amy, and her cheeks flush. Now I know that I’m the only woman in this house who hasn’t gotten some since they woke up.
“He’s not the one, princess,” Colt adds, making my eyes narrow on him.
I don’t plan on marrying the guy. He’s just someone to play with right now. I’ve never been able to make a relationship last. I’m not sure what it is, but I always seem to push them away. And none of them have ever fought to stay.
“I’m out,” Nate states, entering the kitchen once again, and by the smile on his face, I know he did not go to the bathroom.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him into me, making sure to put on a show. I’m not really one for PDA, but I can pretend for Colt. “I’ll see you later.”
Nate leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth for him, deepening the kiss, wanting to make out with him. Honestly, if he wanted to bend me over and fuck me on the island, I would pull my shorts down for him just to see how Colt reacts to that. Wonder if the fucker would record that too?
“Lunch?” he asks, pulling away.
“Yeah—”
