I can do this.
Even if all night, I’ve been haunted by the memory of him riding my face.
I’ve always,alwayswanted to do that, and it makes sense in a way that Ziggy was the first person to let me. We’re meant to be. I just know it. Most of the people I’ve been with haven’t been into ass play, and the ones who are either weren’t comfortable with potentially murdering me with their ass, or we weren’t together long enough for me to suggest it.
Ziggy climbed up and gave me exactly what I wanted.
Like he’s made for me.
My head drops back on a groan, and I make it as far as the front door this time before I force myself to stop. The pull I haveto him is indescribable. Sure, I’ve been off in horny land before with people, but this is next-level. It’s not only that I want more sex; I want to seehim.
His snarky little expressions, that soft, raspy voice, the way he hides behind his hair, and the even hotter moments when he doesn’t. When he meets me head-on. When he reminds me of what a confident person he is by making the first move and taking what he wants.
He’s perfect.
I pause, hand on the driver’s-side door of the SUV, with no memory of walking out here.
Fuck.
I let it go like it shocked me.
The whole time I’m waiting for my brothers to wake up, I try making coffee, try making breakfast, all of it broken up by me pacing back to the car every few minutes and then having to tear myself away from it again.
Ziggy’s probably not even awake yet.
I’m obsessing over nothing.
“Did someone finally fuck your brains out?” comes Hart’s dry voice.
I whirl toward where he’s walking down the front steps. “What do you mean?”
“You’re lurching around out here like a zombie. I didn’t know whether to grab a gun.”
“You have a gun?”
He snickers. “No. You wouldn’t let us get one, remember?”
I’m not sure whether to believe him or not. Unlike me, Hart is a fantastic liar.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Ignoring my instincts.” When it’s clear he has no idea what I’m talking about, I elaborate. “I’m not going to see Ziggy.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“I believe you.”
“In fact …” I toss him the keys. “Keep those on you.”
“Got it.”
We stand there watching each other, my hands twitching together. “You know what, this is ridiculous. I can hold on to the keys without going there. Give them back.”
“Yeah … no chance.”
I almost roll my eyes. “Come on. I’m not some uncontrollable monster.”
