He frowned at me. “What do you mean the bro code?”
“Rosalie is off limits! You should know that!”
“How should I know that? You never said that!”
“It should have been fucking obvious!”
I shoved him again, knocking over another table and I could hear Eunice and Dolly making distressed little squeaks.
“Ignore him,” Rosalie told Matt, stepping between us and jabbing a finger in my chest. “If you have a problem withme, Kingsley, say it to my face.”
“The hell I don’t have a problem with him! He should have known you were off-limits!”
“Why?”
“Well, we’ve been best friends since college,” I howled, my thoughts spiraling as I wondered,
Had I evertoldMatt that Rosalie was mine?
“Pft,” she snorted.
“You don’t get it,” I said, attempting to move Rosalie aside so I could get at Matt again, but my hands slid down the curve of her hips as I attempted to grip her, and her skin was so silky-smooth and warm that I felt my cock twitch back and forth. “It’s the bro code.”
She flipped me off, then turned her back and I saw just the hint of a pink mark on her throat. Just the tiniest blush of colorand the rage pulsed so hard behind my temples that I gritted my teeth in fury.
“There’s no rule against you fucking me,” she assured Matt, still holding up her middle finger to me. “He’s just a lunatic.”
“Kingsley,” Dolly whimpered, pulling on my sleeve. “It’s OK.”
But it wasn’t remotely OK.
Not when Rosalie was looking back at me like that, her eyes smoky, her lips swollen from another man’s—what.
His cock?
I could feel a fight spiraling between us and my heat was up, blood pumping to my dick. Whenever Rosalie got in my face like that, made it clear she didn’t give a fuck who I was, she didn’t give a fuck about my money or my name, it made me goddamn horny.
But I couldn’t do anything about it with the entire band in the room, all gaping in astonishment at me, as well as—shit--the official reporter. And my fake little girlfriend.
“Back off, asshole,” Rosalie ordered, giving me a little push, and I had to tighten my fists to keep myself from gripping a handful of her hair and flipping her onto her belly on the couch, pulling down those little shorts and driving my cock in her perfect sopping wet channel. . .
But she was glaring at me, and I knew if I couldn’t control myself right now I wasn’t going to be able to stop until I had Rosalie beneath me begging for my cock as she always had.
Reluctantly, I took one step back.
“You’re shit for that,” I spat at Matt.
“I’m not going to apologize,” Matt replied, a bright spot in his cheeks. “I couldn’t ever be sorry for that magical night we just had. But let’s not fight.”
He touched her waist again, making me grit my teeth in rage.
“Come on, let’s go get some brunch.”
“Yeah,” Rosalie said. “I need to eat. I’m starving, and I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”
“Let’s keep it between us. Don’t distress the girls,” Matt told me in a low voice, which proved he didn’t know Rosalie at all, because there was absolutely zero distress in her face. Just a wicked light in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he went on urgently. “I’ll treat her well, I promise. Always let a woman come first, that’s my motto.”
