“And I bet when you come on my cock later, your pretty little pussy is going to suck me dry.”
The spoon clattered to the countertop in an apparent suicide.
Shit!
Why in the world had I talked him out of letting us shower together? Oh, right. Right. My arm. I hadn't told him about my stupid arm yet.
My face flamed up about ten degrees at the same time all the air left my lungs. Dex chuckled, reaching across the counter to pick up my spoon. He handed it over with a smile that was as dangerous as a snake in tall grass. “We either need to get goin’ or you’re gonna need to hop up on the counter and give me a taste.”
I take it back, if any miracle had recently occurred, it was when I didn’t fall off the stool after that comment.
My brain scrambled. “Uh…”
Dex flashed me another wicked, slow grin, showing me thoseevenwhite teeth. “Whatever you want, babe. I’m partial to stayin’ here, though.”
So was I, and I had no idea where these thoughts and needs came from. Hadn't I been fighting all this a day ago?
“We…. I should get a swim in.” What I needed to do was exhaust myself. Definitely. Alone.
He shrugged after a minute, blue eyes narrowing. “That works. I like the idea of waitin’ a few hours.”
I swallowed the obscene amount of saliva that had pooled in my mouth. Wait a few hours for what? I wasn't positive but I knew it was something good. “Yeah… Yeah. “
Dex slid off the stool, balancing his empty bowl in one hand and taking mine in his other.
I needed to get my head straight and quit remembering how his cock had the slightest upward arch to it. Ahh.
I coughed, trying to clear my thoughts. "Do you know what your dad wanted yesterday?"
"Hell if I know. Nothin' good if he's callin' me. I'll call Lisa or Marie while you swim and see if they know."
Lisa and Marie... why hadn't I thought of that before? "Was your mom an Elvis fan or did she come up with the names on her own?"
Dex locked at me for a moment before chuckling. "Pa wouldn't let her name 'em Priscilla or Lisa Marie so she screwed him like that."
From the little I knew about her, and the significant amount I did know her son, that didn't surprise me one bit. "And you?"
"Named after my great grandpa, C.D. Dyson."
I lifted both my eyebrows. "Fancy. Can I call you C.D.?"
He shook his head. The corners of his eyes tilted up in that mocking little smile that didn't always reach his serious mouth. "Nah. I like you callin' me Charlie."
This friggin' guy.
I'd call himPrincess Dexif he wanted me to.
He pulled back and smiled with his mouth that time, twisting me into knots with each millimeter it grew. "You ready?"
"One sec." I flashed him a little smile and darted into the living room, grabbing my stufffor the day.
He waited for me by the door, waving me out of the house and locking the door afterward. With a cool smile, he helped me onto his bike and dropped me off at the front of the center. Dex thread his fingers through mine and bit my knuckles before shooing me inside and taking offafter I'd gotten in the building.
I swam and just let myself relax. I wasn't going to worry about whatever precarious relationship I found myself in with Dex, what Sonny would say when I finally called after avoiding him for two days, any of the mess with the Reapers, or who else my dad owed money to. It was one of those things that was completely out of my control.
Dex picked me up afterward, patting my thigh as I threw my leg over the back of his bike. The ride to Pins was broken into pieces when he'd palm my leg at every stop light. As soon as he'd parked his Dyna in his usual spot in front of the shop, he held out a hand to help me off—though he knew I didn't need it—and didn't let go.
I spotted the note on the door first. Dex’s eyes had been on the street, inspecting it up and down like he was looking for something, and I figured he’d crossed that path so many times he could have done it blindfolded. I tugged on his hand, earning those glowing blue embers in return.
