“Hey,” I breathe out, stepping to her slowly. “I’m sorry for being a dick at the bar.”
Jensen bobs her head as she chews on her bottom lip. “Want to tell me why? I know we didn’t say it, but exclusivity felt pretty implied on my end for this whole roommates-with-benefits situation.”
“No, I know. But I was jealous, Jen. There’s no point in me denying it, I was fucking jealous.”
Jensen takes a deep breath as she takes a step toward me. “Beck, it’s fine to be jealous. Do you honestly think I’ve never been jealous? I hated watching Mia flirt with you, I know I pushed her on you, but I hated it. What I don’t get is why you thought that needed to cross over into me mentioning my shop then run away in the middle of it.”
I tug her to me, resting my forehead on hers. “I left because I don’t know how to make sense of us, baby.”
“And you think I do?” Jensen pushes me back slightly. Her eyes locking onto mine while she waits for an actual explanation.
“No, it’s—” Complicated? Fuck, that’s putting what we are lightly. “I don’t know how to make sense of how I wanted so badly to show everyone in that bar that you were mine. I wanted to get up and take my bat to Tally’s for even thinking poorly of you. I hated the idea of Blake working with you because I was so fucking jealous that he might get to have you longer in his life than me.”
Jensen swallows hard. “Beck, I came here not wanting to entertain the idea of any relationship. You said yourself that you don’t want love or a relationship…is that still true?”
Her question hits me like a ton of bricks. My hands flinch to reach for my glasses but instead I pull her back again and rest my forehead back on hers.
Taking a deep breath, I can’t look at her when I whisper, “It’s still true.”
Jensen’s hands glide up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “That’s okay. It’s what we agreed on. And if it helps, I hated calling you my roommate, but I didn’t know what else to say—I know we’re not more, but you aren’t just a roommate or a friend to me either.”
Pulling her flush against me, I kiss the top of her head. “We’re clear as mud, baby.”
Jensen hums in amusement. “It definitely seems that way.”
Holding her tightly, I rub her back slowly. “I’m sorry again for being a jealous asshole.”
“I don’t care that you were jealous.” Jensen rests her chin on my chest and looks up. “You’re really hot when you’re all possessive and bossy.”
My eyebrows raise. “That’s good to know.”
“Yeah, but then you ran away in the middle of interrupting me and that brought your hotness down to scale. It did not give pierced-dick energy.”
Fuck, I love her bratty mouth. Picking her up, I toss her over my shoulder.
She lets out a little yelp. “Beck, what are you doing?”
Carrying her up the stairs, I smack her ass. “Reminding you how much you love my pierced dick.”
And with that, I get no smart-ass remark or fight to put her down. I carry her all the way to her bathroom and turn on the shower before setting her down on the counter.
I trail my finger from the mark on her neck down the cleavage of her shirt. “Do you have another shirt for work tomorrow?”
Breathlessly, she says, “I do, but?—”
That’s all I need to hear. I rip her shirt off and buttons fly every direction.
“Beck!”
“I’ll buy you more.” I kiss her neck as I pull the shirt off then unclasp her bra. “I find it extremely annoying that I’ve gotten two orgasms from you, but still haven’t gotten you naked yet.”
Jensen’s hands push me back and I can already see the fire in her eyes as she grips on the V of my shirt then rips it apart. “Feeling’s very mutual.”
Peeling off the rest of our clothes, I walk her back into the shower and watch as the hot water cascades over her body.
I watch as droplets of water fall down her skin that is marked so beautifully with black and red ink. Reaching for her waist to bring her out of the water slightly, I then glide my hands up to her pierced tits.
“You did say you had piercings of your own, didn’t you?”
