‘You want me?’ he asks.
He deserves honesty. At least this once. So I nod.
He looks satisfied. ‘Then work for it. You want my dick? Show me howbadly you want it.’
I stare. Okay. I can do this. I can date him. It’ll be fucking easy. It’s not my strong suit, but how hard can a couple of hours of mediocre food and conversation be if it means I get into his pants again?
I square my shoulders and nod again. ‘Okay. Friday. Six.’
His brow furrows like he’s considering, and then he lifts his fist and nods it. ‘Yes. Pick me up at my house. I’m sure you remember where it is.’
Fuck me, but yeah, I do.
‘See you then,’ I finally collect myself enough to sign.
His mouth stretches into a smirk, and I want to pin him to the side of his car and kiss that expression right off his face. But I can’t. I have to wine and dine him first.
Which I can do. No problem.
I’ll give him what he wants, and then I’ll get mine.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DEX
“I’m going on a date,”I tell my brother, who just stares at me, a granola bar hanging out of his mouth.
“What? With who?” he asks, a bit of the food falling onto his shirt.
I stare at it as he sheepishly wipes it away. “Rome.”
The rest of the granola bar gets lodged in Thom’s throat, and he turns red from coughing. I would slap him on the back and help him out a little, but he is one for dramatics at times.
And honestly, I’m so fucking nervous about this that his reaction isn’t helping.
When he finally regains his composure, swiping at his eyes, he asks, “When did this happen?”
“The other day. I insisted on it, and now I’m regretting it.”
“Hold on,” he says, taking a seat near me and taking a swig of his water. “When did you and Rome get to know each other enough to bring dating into the mix?”
I spent three fucking years avoiding that question, but now I have to be honest, so I am. I give a very CliffsNotes version ofme and Rome, leaving out the erotic bits since he’s my brother. But I can tell when he starts filling in all the gaps.
His eyes go a bit wide when I’m done. “So…you want to go from hooking up to dating. Rome,” he adds, like I need reminding of who he is.
I bite my lip. “This is a mistake, isn’t it?”
“No,” he says slowly. “Just…you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you don’t want to stick with just the sex?”
It’s a good question, but in spite of the way Rome can be an epic asshole, I can tell he’s more than that. There’s something in him that was hurt and waiting to be soothed. Something in him behind a big wall of defense that’s aching to come out. And I want to be the man to tear down those bricks.
I want to be the man who could love him, because I have been obsessed with him for so fucking long. I need to try.
“Everything with us has been so electric and intense. I want it to slow down. I want to know he wants me for more than just my dick.” Water dribbles from his mouth as he stares at me. “Seriously, bro. Wipe your mouth,” I say as he swallows loudly.
He drags the bottom of his shirt up over his chest and cleans up his face. “I had no idea you felt that way. Does he?”
“I wish I knew. I think so.” I rub at the back of my neck. “He’s hard to read, you know?”
