We watched them walk down the street after that, their linked hands swinging back and forth like two teenagers in love. When Nessa tried to break free of my hold, I twirled her around until she faced me. My hand held hers captive still, this time at the small of her back. The new position thrust her chest against mine.
I leaned forward. “Not yet,” I whispered against her ear, punctuating it with another love bite.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Ah, ah, ah, angel.” I fisted a hand through her hair, tilting her head back until her mouth opened in a breathless moan. “We’re supposed to be desperately in love, remember?”
While she seethed in silence, I cherished what might be the final few seconds of having her in my arms. I let go of her hair and traced a pattern down her side, memorizing every dip and curve of her body. And oh, what a body it was—the kind that men craved and women envied, even if they didn’t admit it.
Even before coming out as bisexual in college, I had had a special affinity for bigger bodied women. How could I not? They had more to kiss, more to love, more to hold onto while I fucked them from behind. Or they fucked me.
I was an equal anal opportunist.
Nessa was a beautiful woman, inside and out. Even when she pretended to hate me. Scratch that. Especially when shepretended to hate me. What could I say? I had a thing for enemies-to-lovers stories.
She rocked back on her heels when my palm landed dangerously close to her ass.
“Careful, Pink.”
“With you, angel, always.”
I watched Ryan and Kaylani pile into a minivan down the block. When it finally rounded the corner out of sight, I reluctantly let her go.
“I’d say that went pretty well.” Her piercing glare made me smile. “Now that they’re gone, are you going to tell me what that was about?”
I expected her to yell or curse me out, maybe. She shocked the hell out of me, though, when she spun on her heels and walked away.
“I have a store to open,” she tossed back over her shoulder.
Oh, angel, you’re not getting away that easily.
It only took a few seconds for me to catch up to her. “So, when’s our next date?”
“What?”
“Our next date,” I repeated.
“This wasn’t a date.”
“Sure it was.Andit sounds like we’ve got a festival committee meeting to—”
She stopped in her tracks.
“Hold your horses, baseball boy.” There was that wrinkle again, the one between her brows that drove me wild. Mostly because she reserved it for me and me alone. “This was a one and done. I didn’t expect to start my day with running into my best friend and her surprise fiancé, who just so happens to be the guy who made my life hell in high school.”
The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. I suddenly regretted offering them game tickets.
“Look,” she said after catching her breath. “I appreciate your willingness to help during my . . . brief moment of need, but let’s leave it at that.”
“How’s that going to work?”
A puzzled look crossed her face. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it sounds like they’re sticking around town for a while.” Her face paled. “Kaylani is going to be on your committee thing, and from looking at how clingy the two of them are, I bet he will be, too. Isn’t it going to look weird if your super famous, super sexy baseball boyfriend suddenly disappears from your life?”
She chewed on her lip, mulling over my question. By this point, Matty was probably wondering the hell I’d fucked off to—especially since we had to be back at the stadium in the next thirty minutes—but I couldn’t walk away now. Not withthis—whatever it was—hanging over us.
“What are you suggesting?”
