“What kind of drinks?”
Rolling my eyes, I deadpan, “Coffee.”
Crossing his arms, his shirt rises, showing off the black tribal ink that covers his entire left side, dipping low into the band of his pants. “You don’t drink coffee. You drink green tea. If you lie about something small, she’ll know.”
Nodding, I flop back on to my pillows. It’s kind of annoying having someone know everything about you. “You had coffee. I had tea. We stayed there all night talking.”
“Where?”
“The Corner Coffee Hub.”
He rubs his beard, looking me over, a dangerous smirk on his face.Uh-oh. “When’s the first time we slept together?”
Clearing my throat, my face blushes. “Is that important?”
“You don’t think sleeping with your fiancé is important?”
“Important to tell my sister? Seems weird, Hayes.”
The hitter smiles, face lightening in a way that can only be described asbeautiful. The twinkle of his blue eyes glistens, his beard giving him the ruggedness most men could only dream of pulling off. “If you don’t think your sister will ask uncomfortable questions, just to get under our skin, you don’t know her at all.”
Huffing, I hold the bear closer to my chest as a shield. “Well, out of the two of us, only you know her best.”
Hayes and Maeve have the kind of relationship I always wanted. He knows her fears, he’s seen her vulnerable, he knows her secrets. My sister trusts him—and she doesn’t trust anyone. Least of all me.
Growing up, Maeve was someone I adored. And now, there’s still a small part that wants to be like her—to have herlikeme.
“On the first date,” Hayes begins, easily, stalking closer. He leans against the bed, hovering above my face. His clear blue eyes are endless like the sea. “I took you back to my place, tied you up to my headboard, and felt that bite firsthand.”
Pulling back just enough to take a breath, I shake my head, heart thumping loudly.
“I wouldn’t have slept with someone on the first date.”
“But you fuck them in the library after a few study sessions?”
Anything good I felt for this man evaporates.
“We’renotdiscussing that,” I cut off, hand held high.
“No, I think we should.” He pulls my hand to his chest and I can feel the steady thump of his heart. “I should know all about my fiancée’s previous relationships. What did they offer you? It certainly wasn’t skill.” He scoffs. “They’ll follow anything with a pretty smile. Did you use that to your advantage? They were something to take the edge off?” The bastard tsks. “If that’s the case, viper, you could have asked me. You would have at least orgasmed.”
My cheeks burn darker. “You’re disgusting. I wouldn’t have asked you for help withthat.”
He winks. “Why? Because you’d become addicted?”
I snort. “Arrogant, much?”
“Arrogance is for men who know they can’t do better. I’m confident I can. I could get you off better than any pretty boy at your college.”
Stepping away, he slides his hands into his pockets. “Like it or not, viper, your sister knows me. She knows I take whatever I want, when I want it. If I wanted you, there’d be no waiting. I’d drag you back to my apartment and properly fuck the attitude out of you.
He pinches my chin. “Remember that, Collins. I’m not a good guy.” Licking his lips, his eyes fall to my lips. “Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy, baby?”
Jerking away, I snort. “Nota chance.”
He lets me go. “No? That’s a real shame. It’s going to be a lonely few months without orgasming.”
Glancing away, I shrug. “I’ll manage, thanks.”
