“Nothing,” she grumbles.
“You lie. You have that same look on your face you’d get when Dad would ask if you ate all of your broccoli. You’d say yes but we both knew you’d fed it to Snoopy under the table.”
A grin touches her lips. “It’s just ... I don’t know what to do about Max.”
I turn to the side and watch her fidget in her seat. I’ve never been able to figure out their relationship. They seem completely together at one moment and then like they tiptoe around each other the next. It’s confusing to me, so I’m sure it has to be confusing to her.
“Because …”
“I just ...” She sighs and smiles sadly at me. “I really like him.”
“I know you do. What’s wrong with that?”
“Everything.”
“Um ... Care to develop that sentence a bit more?”
She laughs half-heartedly. “He wants everything. He wants what you and Cane have.”
“Yeah, don’t you?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. If I did, it would be with him, no doubt. He’s pretty perfect, you know.”
“I do.” I laugh. “I get Max. But I still don’t getyou.”
“I don’t getmeeither.”
We pull into the parking garage of the hotel, and she finds a spot. We grab the bags and head to the elevator. We’re silent as we enter the elevator to our rooms. I know she’s thinking about our conversation. I want to press the issue, but I don’t. I know you have to figure out some things yourself, and relationships are one of them. As much as I want her with Max, if she doesn’t want to be, then she shouldn’t be. That’s for her to decide.
The elevator dings, and we step out.
“What are your plans for this evening?” I ask, sticking my room card in and pushing the door part way open. I look at her doing the same thing to the room next door.
“I’ll call you. I believe besides spending his money, Cane also told Max and me to fuck like rabbits later. I told you I’m not one to disappoint.”
I shake my head and set my bags on the floor inside. “Have fun.”
“Always,” she says with a sparkle in her eye. “If there’s one thing I have figured out in life, it’s how to have fun.” She winks before disappearing inside.
FIFTY-FIVE
Cane
The restaurantinside the hotel is busy, people darting in and out, the staff trying to keep up. The food was good, not great, but the service has beenattentive.
The server makes her way to us. Tall, blond, wicked-green eyes, huge tits on display in a low-cut, tight top … our server is definitely an 8.5 on a scale of 10. A year ago, I would’ve been all over that. Or she would’ve been all over me, more likely, and I would’ve taken her up on her offer. These are the easy pieces, the ones you don’t even have to work for. Today, however, I have zero interest.
I take a swig of my beer and watch her approach. I try to gauge my response, try to see if there’s still something inside me that wants to fuck her sideways.
I wait for my dick to twitch. With each bounce of her round breasts, I wait for the indication from my body that it wants to release. In hers.
It doesn’t.
Not one fucking part of me reacts. And while this normallywould’ve been a concerning reaction, I couldn’t be fucking happier about it.
She catches my eye and smiles, fluttering her lashes. I’ve seen this look a million times. It says, “if you wanna fuck, I’ll fuck.” Instead of smirking like usual, patting myself on the back for not even having to try to get her attention, I look away. She huffs, but not before trying the same thing on Max.
I actually laugh out loud. There’s zero chance of me banging this chick, but with that being said, there’s less of a chance than that of Max doing it. I have loyalty. He has loyaltyandmorals.
