He grinned. “Never been that smart, babe. Too many head injuries.”
“Is that why you want to be with me? Because you’ve had, like… nine million concussions?”
“Nah, it’s ’cos you’re a dime, and you fuck like a rattlesnake.”
I threw a pillow at him, glaring when he batted it away. “I regret to inform you I’m evil. I have bad intentions toward you. I’m plotting your downfall as we speak.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Am so!”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I scowled at him. “How do you always know when I’m lying?”
“Yeah, I’m really gonna fuckin’ tell you, Renaldo.” Jake touched two fingers to my breastbone, right above my heart. “I’lltell you why you’re not evil, though.”
“This should be good…”
“That first night we were together, you only came back to the Airbnb to fuck with the boys—” He presses the fingers to my lips. “Don’t. You wanted me, but that wasn’t enough to get you back there. You had murder on your mind. But you didn’t steal my jersey. You could have, but you didn’t. You know why?”
I shake my head dumbly.
“Because you’re a good girl and you like me.”
He tried to replace his fingers with his lips, but I pulled away. “I blackmailed you.”
Jake looked confused. “When?”
“The night we met. I made you come too fast on purpose.”
He gave a full-throated laugh. “First of all, that’s not when we met. Second, if that’s blackmail, baby, take me for all I’m worth.”
“I will,” I say grumpily. “You’ll see.”
“You’re so funny. And sexy. It fucks me up how sexy you are.”
I glared back at him. “You too.”
“Good girl.” He sat up. “I need to pack. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid until I get home?”
“No.”
“Fine.” He kissed me again, soft and slow, and left me melting into his sheets.
“Christ, you make me feel…” He blew out a long breath.
“I know,” I whispered.
“You also get me hard every ten minutes. I’ve got work to do, woman.”
“Geez, sorry…”
He smiled and got out of bed. I watched him pull his leather travel bag from his wardrobe, and my chest ached at the sight of it. I drank the last of my coffee as I watched him pack, confused by the stab of shock I felt that he was leaving and resentful I’d already let him so deep under my skin, but also… happy. Before he left, he gave me his debut All Blacks jersey. I’ve been sleeping in it. And now I’m sitting here in Stabbies, grinning at nothing, like an idiot.
Two nights ago, I texted Jake:
My pussy hurts without you here to take care of it.
