“You’ve got a great ass, and you know it.” She sighed loudly. “Shit. Did I ruin your night with that hot girl who was talking to you?”
“Sydney? No. We’re friends.” I walked up the driveway and dug my keys out of my pocket.
“Oh shit. I think this makes me a sex blocker.” She groaned. “Not only am I not having sex, now I’m making it so you’re not having sex either.”
“It’s called a cockblocker, and you are definitely not one.” I laughed as I pushed through the front door and carried her to her bedroom, where I dropped her on the bed. “And I’m glad you had fun tonight.”
I’m also glad that you came home with me.
She landed with a bounce and laughed some more before pushing up on her elbows and studying me. “I had fun, but it was a little bit of a bust.”
I bent down and pulled her boots off one at a time, setting them beside the bed. “Why was it a bust?”
I stood up, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her.
Her hair was a wild mess as it fell all around her face, and one of the straps to her dress had fallen off her shoulder. Her skin was golden, her eyes sleepy, and she fell back on the bed. “Justin tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t feeling it.”
I made sure to keep my features unaffected, and I acted as if I hadn’t watched the whole thing play out and almost made a complete fool of myself by overreacting. “And did he have a problem with you turning him down?” I asked, an edge in my voice.
“What? No. I just said I was feeling sick, because I was.” She sprang forward again. “What’s wrong with me, Bear? I want to feel something. But it’s just not happening.”
“Stop overthinking it,” I said, dropping to sit on the bed beside her. “I wouldn’t expect you to feel anything with Dirk and Justin. I would have thought something was wrong with you if you did.”
A wide grin spread across her face. “Because Dirk is a jerk, and Justin is a?—”
She was deep in thought, which made me laugh. “Did Justin tell you his last name?”
“No? What is it?”
“Loosh. His name is Justin Loosh.”
“Your point is?” She searched my gaze, and her strap slipped down even more, exposing the rise of her breast. I jumped to my feet, needing to put space between us.
“Loosh is a douche.”
Loud laughter filled the room as she fell back on the bed again. “That’s good stuff. Thanks for making it a great night.And thanks for bringing me home. Sorry again for cocking your block.”
“It’s blocking my cock,” I said under my breath. And the only thing my cock was reacting to tonight was my sexy-as-hell, very intoxicated best friend.
The same best friend who had mentioned us taking our relationship a step further.
And now I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Get some sleep, drunk girl. Love you,” I said as she pushed to her feet and made her way to the bathroom.
“Good night, Bear. Love you more.”
Not possible.
ten
. . .
Gracie
A loud drillingsound filled my head.
Pounding.
