“Tits,” Doc snarls. “You’ve got five seconds or I’m gonna come to you. And if I do, you’ll regret it.”
The skin on the top of my scalp tightens. “I want to,” I mumble. “But you’re soawful.”
“Yeah. That’s what gets you wet.” He pumps himself, his gaze fixed on my breasts. “I know you’re a double-crossing bitch but stop lying to yourself. The innocent girl shit won’t work anymore. You wanted to fuck Adriano. You still want to fuck all four of us. Stop being a stuck-up bitch and justgive in already.”
More insults, more ugly words and yet I’m still moving closer, the ache between my legs intensifying. I lick my lips. If he can say one nice thing about me, I’ll do it. “Doc…?”
“Tits…?”
The front door swings open and Bobby walks in. “Okay, we need to—what thefuck, Valente?”
Doc keeps right on stroking himself. “January needs a good old-fashioned dicking. You in?”
I leap backward, away from Doc. “I don’t need that!”
“You fuckin’ liar.”
Bobby rounds on him. “Get dressed, Eli’s expecting us.”
“God fuckin’ forbid we keep Morelli waiting.” Doc lets go of his penis and swings to his feet. “You had your chance, Tits. Next time you’re staring down my cock, you’ll be black and blue and mute from screaming.”
He heads back into the bathroom and slams the door.
Bobby sighs, and walks past me to the fridge, avoiding my eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell his back. “I didn’t want to… I mean, I don’t know. I’m so sorry.” To my humiliation, my voice cracks. I press a hand to my mouth.
Bobby turns and I see he’s not remotely angry. His thick brows draw together in concern and he strides toward me, wrapping me in his big cinnamon-scented arms. “JJ, it’s okay. We just have to get going.”
For the hundredth time, tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “You don’t understand, I was thinking about sleeping with Doc.”
“I know.”
“Doesn’t that… I don’t know, make you angry?”
Bobby chuckles. “No. Valente’s a whore, lying on the couch with his cock out. You’re only human.”
I giggle, suddenly a million times lighter. “Thanks, Bobby.”
“Anytime. You sleep okay?”
“Mostly.” I feel the strange urge to keep confessing. To get everything off my chest. “I, um, had a dream about you and Doc. And me.”
Bobby goes still. “The three of us together again?”
I can hear the smile in his voice. I bury my face in his shirt. “Maybe.”
His big hands move from my waist to my hips and back again. “Were we… nice to you, JJ?”
‘Yes,’I try to say but that’s not what comes out. “You weren’t nice. Actually, you were really mean.”
“Hmm,” Bobby presses his face into my hair. “Sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay… I liked it that way.”
Bobby makes a sputtering sound. I stand in mortified horror, wondering what the hell to say. A loud crash from the bathroom rescues me.
“Sorry,” Doc calls. “Dropped the hairdryer.”
