Why would he care? Am I reading too much into this?
“He’s not straight.” Wolfe huffs. “But you two are not allowed.”
My brows dart up on both accounts. “Excuse me? I’m allowed to do anything I want, and he is straight. He sleeps with as many puck bunnies as you do.”
“No.” He grinds his teeth and doesn’t elaborate.
Something about all of this is really getting to him. But why?
“If he’s seeing someone that makes it a non-issue anyway.”
Wolfe narrows his eyes like he doesn’t trust me. “Promise?”
“Yes.” I laugh because the whole thing is absurd.
He holds out his pinky. I lock mine through it.
What is his deal? He’s never been like this with me before.
One of the women he’s been hanging out with tugs at his arm, making him release me. “Wolfe, come back.” Her whiney voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
I’m almost sad at the loss of contact, but I’m sure it already has people talking. Since I’m out, Wolfe needs to be careful.
“One minute, darling,” he says before turning back to me.
I nod for him to go. “Go get laid. You’ll be in a better mood. Like I said, I need my dick sucked.”
Maybe that’s his issue.
Wolfe fumes for a second, then growls. “If you leave me to go get a meaningless blow job, I will listen at the door and critique every sound I hear!”
I blink. “Excuse me?” My face heats as his words sink further into my brain.
He can’t be serious. Right?
“You heard me. I will judge every moan!” He crosses his massive arms and glares.
Can he see how red I’m getting?
Shit. I do not need this right now.
“Wolfe, drunk you is being really fucking weird right now. Do I need to put you to bed? Or have someone else put you to bed?”
He shakes his head and holds out his hand. “You’re putting me to bed, but we are gossiping first.”
What is happening?
“I want to get laid.” I give him attitude.
I cannot deal with Wolfe being all fucking cute with as worked up as I am. There will be no staying cool. I’m already half hard at him being weirdly possessive. I cannot read into it. I’ve been over my crush for too long to let it creep back up.
“Do you really want me listening at your door?”
“No!” I hesitate.
…yes…no?
Solid maybe.
