“Yeah. Sounds like it.” Easy clipped, before grunting, “Later.”
I pulled up to my knees, and wrapped my arms around her waist, lazily resting my head in her lap as I squinted up at her with one eye.
Those long nails traced along my face, following my hairline behind my ear. I loved the way she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I knew it was soft shit, but I couldn’t help it. I soaked up every minute of it while she gripped and kneaded my shoulder.
“Why do you always feel so good?” I teased, turning my head and grazing her thigh with my teeth.
She squeaked, thrusting her legs apart as she startled. I pinned them like it had been my intent all along.
“Anthony, we have to check out.” She panicked, but I still mouthed her through the shirt a while, before pulling it up with my teeth and putting the taste of her to memory one more time before I took her home.
Chapter Sixteen
Am I Dickmatized
Crystal
He acted like I was really something to lose. The way he pounced to keep me in that chair was a memory I’d cherish and no doubt hold over him if things worked out.
He was going through his messages when I stepped out of the bathroom, my freshly washed hair neatly wrapped in a towel.
“A lot of people keep tabs on you, huh?” I tried to sound casual about it, but it was weird. The man had a total of thirty missed texts, and we hadn’t even been gone for twenty-four hours.
I had to look, not because I didn’t respect people’s privacy, more because I couldn’t bear to be the source of someone else’s pain. I’d had enough roommates to know that many calls, texts, and voicemails usually spelled out one thing...
A wife.
Or at the very least something serious.
It shocked me to see they weren’t all from one person.
Aunt Daisy sent ten yesterday and four this morning. Mr. Victor sent four last night, and two this morning. Bighead sent three. Someone listed as Brother sent two and Mark sent one. The only name that really stood out as possibly suspicious was Easy, who sent the rest.
Why I had that list memorized was anyone’s wonder.
Was that what it meant to be dickmatized?
Did it turn you into Inspector Gadget just to make sure the math was mathing right?
“Club life. Brotherly love.”
I gave a slow nod and met his gaze. “Here I thought you were a spoiled only child.”
He flubbed his lips and cocked his head “Listen, I damn near got rug burn on my knees trying to make sure you didn’t fly the coup over a snot-nosed little brother.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, “He didn’t sound so little and snot nosed. You said he was military. I don’t think they do snot nosed.”
“Meet my brother before you say that with such conviction,” he deadpanned.
I put my fingers over my mouth before I could bleat with laughter. “Are you always this charming?”
“With everyone but you, baby.” He winked.
“Hmm. And how many brothers did you have to suffer before they were all rewarded with such warmth and–?”
“I only had to suffer that one, thank fuck. He’s batshit, and being over there doesn’t help him.”
I mouthed a gentle, oh, and let the subject drop. I had a good respect for the men I’d gone to school with who served. I read about them now and then when I looked up the Swanwick Chronicle online.
