“Any requests?” She turns her soulful eyes to me.
I can’t voice my true desire, that I would like nothing more than to lay her back and feast on every inch of her, so I grumble, “I’ll go with you.” She’s shaking her head before I can even finish my statement, and I know what she’s going to say, so I stop her with my finger pressed against her lips. “I wasn’t asking, sweetness.”
She looks down at her lap, removing my touch from her skin. “Yes, sir.”
The huff that leaves my nostrils has her peeking up at me, and it only makes matters worse in my pants.
“Sorry.” She winces as if she’s done something wrong.
“Waylynn.” My voice is gravelly with desire. I clear my throat to speak again, but Oswald tugs her up from the couch, then wraps his arms around her chest from behind before he lays his chin on her shoulder.
With his mouth near her ear, he mutters, “I’ve got a secret.” When she turns her head to look at him, he continues, “You are the only person I’ve ever seen render my brother defenseless with just words and a glance. Look at him.” Waylynn slowly turns her gaze back to me. “He’s not upset with you,” he tells her, reading her response to her words.
“He doesn’t look happy,” she mutters back.
“What does he look like then?” Oz turns his face toward her neck, and she tilts her head to the side just enough to make the invitation clear. I’m not even sure if she’s aware she’s doing it.
“Frustrated?” Her voice goes a little high, making it evident she’s unsure. Waylynn’s lips part, and she shivers as Oz chuckles against her smooth skin.
“You would be correct, but probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.” Oz pulls her back into his embrace a little more.
“I keep slipping and calling him sir, reminding him I’m a student,” she acknowledges, but I think he’s right in assuming she doesn’t understand why it affects me so much.
“Yes, you do, and that’s all it takes for you to crack Memphis’ composed exterior. But don’t kid yourself, he loves it every single time. Remember that if you ever want something,” the traitor divulges while kissing the side of her neck tenderly. He’s right about that too—one look, and I would probably give her anything she asked for, unless it would keep her away from me.
I stand, not bothering to hide the bulge in my pants, but her eyes are on mine anyway, so I’m certain she doesn’t notice. I beckon her toward me with the crook of two fingers. “Come on, let’s go, or maybe I’ll start spilling secrets too.” I glance up at my brother. His eyes slit. He’s probably wondering what I could tell her, but I’m not the only one with easy tells. Oz is nearly as possessive as I am when it comes to her, and I’m pretty sure her walking around in the shirt with his name on her back would be just as effective as her addressing me as sir.
Oswald must see something in my eyes that tells him I’m not bluffing, because he releases her, and she jumps forward with a surprised look on her face, making me think he probably swatted her on the ass to get her moving.
“Are you sure you should come?” Waylynn asks.
I grunt in response. Hearing her ask me if I should come shouldn’t be arousing, but it is.
“Believe me, he’s dying to come,” Oswald quips, proving we both think alike.
“Just like you, the other night, on the phone?” I don’t miss a beat, and that shuts him up. It looks like he doesn’t want me to mention he was jerking off while they were on the phone.
Waylynn looks back and forth between us, knowing she’s missing something but not willing to ask what it is.
“See you when you get back.” Oswald drops onto the futon heavily.
I place my hand on Waylynn’s back as we reach the door. “Memphis.” She looks up at me. “Let me go alone, I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“You’re not. I talked to Hilbrand.” The lie tightens my throat, but if she can tell my voice is strangled, she doesn’t act like it.
“You did? What did she say?” she whispers as we enter the grimy hallway.
I urge her down the stairs. I don’t really talk to the other people who live in my building, and I don’t want them knowing my business now. “We can talk in the car,” I say near her ear, and she gives a slight nod.
Being this close to her, I can smell the strawberry soap she uses, and my mouth waters for all the wrong reasons. I guide her to the driver’s side of her car and open the door. Waylynn slips inside like it’s something she’s used to but looks up to say, “Thank you,” before I close it.
I round the car, looking across the lot for the first time to see if anyone is paying attention to us, but the area seems empty. In those short few seconds, I decide to tell her the truth about Hilbrand—that I haven’t talked to her yet, but I plan to. I can’t expect her to trust me, not if I’m lying to her.
“Where are we going?” She checks the screen in the center console while putting the car in reverse. The video is clear, but yet it still looks weird to me.
“How does pizza sound?” I offer, thinking it’s easy and I can direct her to the five-dollar place in Ypsi so we have a little extra time to talk, plus it’s cheap.
“Sure, which way?”
