“Me.” Blaze grinned. “Met ’em on my flight home today.”
“Since when do you fly commercial?”
“Some malfunction on the jet. I didn’t want to wait.” Blaze sipped at his drink. “We’re about to leave. Wanna join?”
Avery watched the tongue fest going on beside him for a minute but couldn’t muster much interest. His mind was somewhere else. With someone else.
We’ll see.
Jo had back pedaled as soon as the words were out of her mouth, apologizing, saying she was only kidding again, then shutting down—shutting him down—when he tried to cajole her into a follow-through.
The rest of the ride to her apartment and the walk to her door had been silent. He might as well have been talking to a brick wall.
Brick wall or not, he couldn’t shake the way she’d come alive in his arms. The way she’d arched into him in the hall and moaned into his mouth during that searing kiss against his truck. The memory curled his fingers into his palm, his jaw clenching as heat chased low through his balls. She had stoked a hunger in him that needed quenching.
Just not by anyone he’d find at Pulse.
“Nah, I might go up and hang out for a minute, but I have an early morning.”
“I wouldn’t go up there.”
“Why?”
“Didn’t you get Kade’s text?”
Avery fished his phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
Kade: Heads up. Your stalker is here asking about you.
“Fuck me.” This was getting old.
The girls broke apart, and the one next to him swiveled to face him, her eyes glazed with something other than lust, probably pharmaceutical, as they flitted over him. Her hand landed on his thigh and slid higher. “Oui, joli garçon—preety boy—I weel fuck you.”
He sighed, stopped her hand before it reached his dick, and scooted off the couch. “Another time perhaps.”
“We’ll walk out with you.” Blaze stood, bringing the girls with him. “If she sees you, she’ll think we’re leaving together.”
They went their separate ways at the curb as the valet brought his car around, and he jumped back on the interstate, frustrated as fuck, and trying to figure out how to get Tits to back the fuck off.
What a huge fucking mistake. He should never have let his dick do his thinking the night of Marcus’ engagement party. He should have kept walking, straight past that exit sign.
But then he’d never have met Jo. And she was wrecking his world with her rules and her kisses and her goddamn cock-teasing we’ll-fucking-see.
He was nearly home when a text pinged his phone. He sat up as he read the name on the screen.
Legs.
What the hell? Other than her first text asking if his offer was still on the table, she never initiated their texts.
Thump, thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Shouldn’t she be asleep by now?
He smiled, wondering if she couldn’t sleep for the same reason he was still up. Was she tossing and turning, thinking about that kiss? Was she naked and wondering what else he could do to her? His dick, hard again and pulsing, flexed as if to say, “Me, too.”
He punched the button on the steering wheel to listen.
Legs: Thank you for today. I had a nice time.
