Something about that hits me and when it does, it hits me sweet. “Okay, Hunter. Then, you tell me when.”
“Friday he’s staying with Mom and Dad. Will you go out to dinner with me?”
“How about we have dinner at my house instead? I could fix?—”
“I loved our bologna sandwiches, but baby, this will be the first time I am taking you out. I want to take you some place nice. I sure as hell don’t want you cooking for our date.”
“I like cooking,” I murmur.
“You can show me what you got another time.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cowboy. One date at a time. I’ll agree to Friday. Depending on how good your answer is about the tattoo, we’ll see if there is a date two,” I laugh, praying I’m not making a mistake.
“Can I call you tonight?”
“Sure. Although, I’m not sure I’ll answer,” I respond with a grin.
“I’ll make it worth your while, baby,” he purrs.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
He reaches out a finger and twirls a piece of my hair around it and I try to deny that my knees go weak. I find that I can’t really deny it. It makes me want to run far, far away. I don’t do that. Instead, I look up at Hunter and wish tomorrow was Friday.
Damn it.
Chapter 8
BB
“Hello?”
I fight to withhold my groan as I hear Beau’s sleep-filled voice in my ear. My cock jerks and I close my eyes trying to fight the wave of hunger that flows through me. This doesn’t work because when I close my eyes, I remember her beautiful blonde hair falling all around as she sucked my cock into her mouth. That makes everything worse, because I also vividly remember how it felt to have my fingers curled into Beau’s hair, urging her to take my cock deeper. That of course makes me remember how it felt when I hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around me ….
“If you’re not going to talk, I’m hanging up.”
“Harper,” I finally murmur, her name sounding hoarse as it falls from my lips.
“Hunter?”
“Hey, baby.”
“Do you know what time it is?” she asks. I note that she doesn’t sound annoyed. If anything, she’s mildly amused.
“Bedtime?” I hum, a smile on my face.
She giggles and I fucking love that so much that I snuggle down into the pillow. “It was past bedtime a while back, Cowboy. It’s like two in the morning.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I didn’t really check the time. Ty and I went to my parents for dinner. Then, I took him to the batting cages. We closed the place down and came home and played videogames.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a wild partier, Hunter.”
“Does this hurt my street cred?” I ask, smiling.
“I don’t know much about street cred, but I do know I like it.”
“That’s all that matters. Did you have a good day?”
“It was okay. The boys and I went out and shot some pool, had a few beers.” My body goes tight. The thought of her out with other men pisses me off in such a huge way that my body vibrates with the unwanted feelings. “Hunter?”
