“You’re such a shitty liar. We all know you’ll want to hear her sayyou were righttoo much for that,” Jett calls him out.
Beck scoots his chair closer to the table, drawing my eyes. “And I don’t fuck a lot.”
“Yeah, don’t you know that he’s too busy stalking a barista for that?” Finn asks.
The glare Beck sends his way is new. I haven’t seen it before, which only makes me more curious.
“I’m also not interested,” I say, offering Beck an apologetic look. “Sorry. You’re just not my type.”
“What does that mean?” He almost sounds offended, even though I know he’s already aware of my feelings. After all this time, it would be pretty awkward if he didn’t.
I ignore the other eyes poking holes into my head and focus on him. “Exactly what it sounds like. I prefer older men.”
“Woah, okay. Since when?” Wes blurts out.
Rolling my eyes, I bring them to rest on my brother. “Don’t look at me like I just told you I wanted to marry some eighty-year-old.”
“Might wanna clarify before he malfunctions, Elle,” Aubrey suggests.
I huff, tucking my hair back. “I just mean that I like my men experienced. The kind who know what an RRSP is and that rubbing the outer lip of a vagina like they’re trying to see if a genie will pop out isn’t going to make us come.”
Roman may not be having meetings with me about his savings accounts and financial decisions, but there are just some things you can tell about a man just from looking at him. The vagina thing, on the other hand?Thathe’s proved to me a dozen times.
My temperature spikes as I’m transported back to the last time I had his hands on me. The calloused feel of his palms left imprints so deep in my skin I swear I can still feel them when I close my eyes.
The roaring laughter that escapes Kellan drives the conversation deeper into the pits while I sip my drink to try and cool down. Soon, Asher’s arrival brings a sudden change in topic. The broody introvert gets dragged into the madness despite his closed-off demeanour, and that’s just fine with me.
I’ll take anything to distract me from the lust I feel for the man I wish were here tonight.
“Roman?” Brielle freezes when she sees me at her door.
It’s far too late to be showing up at a woman’s house for any other reason than being one desperate son of a bitch, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about that. This is the only place I wanted to be all night, and I couldn’t deny myself any longer without burning a hole in the floor of my bedroom from all my pacing.
Her sweaty forehead and rapidly rising chest have me narrowing my eyes as I look past her into the apartment, expecting to see someone else. She’s barely dressed, wearing only a baggy shirt that narrowly covers her pussy and droopsso far down in the front that one tug on it is all it would take to expose her tits. From the two bumps beneath the fabric, she must be naked beneath it. Or braless, at least.
“Are you alone?” I grit out, struggling to trample the jealousy coursing through my veins.
She shifts in front of me, growing the shade of a tomato. “What kind of question is that?”
“One I want you to answer.”
“It’s rude to show up at someone’s house unannounced and then throw around accusations.”
“I haven’t thrown anything. I’ve asked.”
Rudely. Like a jealous asshole who’s one word away from tearing my way inside and searching for myself.
Damp pieces of blonde hair stick to her cheeks and the narrow column of her throat as she lowers her gaze to the bags in my hands. There’s a moment where neither of us so much as breathes, just settling into each other’s space. Then, her pouty lips lift at the corners, and she takes a step to the side, freeing the doorway.
“I’m alone,” she says softly. “And you brought food?”
I step inside, shutting the door behind myself before she can do it. Once it’s locked, I slip off my shoes and lift my reusable black bags an inch.
“Real food. The kind you can cook with. You’re not going to live off of microwave meals and bagels anymore.”
She follows me while I move through her place like I’ve been here far more than once. The layout is easy to remember when I worked so hard to memorize it the other night. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and an open kitchen/living room are all there is to it. The patio is pretty small, but I doubt she ever complains about it.
Something tells me she doesn’t complain about much at all.
