Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Brother’s Best Friend

“Come for me, baby.”

And she does.

It’s a blur, hot and sticky. Her whole body convulses as she chokes on my name. Her hot pussy pulses around me, clutching me like a velvet glove. I bury my face in her neck and blow my wad, and she milks me, taking every last drop.

We’re loud, obscene, and perfect together.

Lynn stays tucked beside me, her breathing returning to normal as I run my fingers through her hair. All the fight has gone out of her, and for once, we’re not exchanging barbs.

And it feels too damn good.

I brush a strand of hair away from her face. There’s a softness in her eyes that I’ve rarely seen. No walls or irritation, just pure Lynn, comfortable in my arms.

I could get used to this. Hell, I already am.

“We should talk about this.” I barely get the words out when her body stiffens. I feel the mood change before I see it on her face. “What?”

“Nothing.” She pulls away, and straightens herself, suddenly unable to look me in the eye. “It’s just... this was crazy. It shouldn’t have happened.”

My stomach tightens. “That’s bullshit.”

I stare at her as she puts as much space between us as the cab allows. She lets out a breath and drags both hands through her hair.

“Just look at us. We can’t have a conversation without fighting. We say horrible things to each other. Twenty minutes ago, we were practically screaming at each other.”

“And?” I say, hoisting my ass off the seat to pull up my pants.

“And then we...” She gestures vaguely between us before buttoning her shirt. “This is exactly the kind of mess I get myself into. You’ve said it yourself. I rush into things without thinking. So, now I’m thinking.”

I grab my shirt from the floorboard and yank it over my head. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I make bad decisions. You know that better than anyone.” She keeps talking as she puts herself back together.

“So now I’m one of your bad decisions.” I shake my head and mumble under my breath. “Un-fucking-believable.”

Her head snaps toward me. “See? This is what I mean.” She shoves hair away from her face. “You’re Logan’s best friend. We’ve known each other forever, and half the time, we act like we can’t stand each other. That’s not exactly the foundation of a healthy relationship. Trust me. I know.”

Relationship. For half a second, the word gives me hope.

Then she kills it.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything,” she says, buckling her seat belt.

I stare at her as she avoids my eyes. Maybe this didn’t mean anything to her, but it meant everything to me.

About time I faced facts. I blew my shot, and this might be all I ever get with Lynn.

Who’s the screw up now?

CHAPTER NINE

Lynn

I’ve thought about my future, or rather, my failed attempts at a better future more times this week than I care to admit. I should know what direction I’m headed, who I want to be, and who I want to spend it with.

Which keeps leading me back to the night I got back into town. And Brian. Our argument, and the moment he reached across me, so close there wasn’t enough room inside the cab for the anger crackling between us. Our emotions, at least mine, were so big I could barely breathe. And the strange quiet that fell between us when our eyes locked.

I shouldn’t have looked at him. Especially at his mouth, so close I could’ve grabbed his face and kissed him long enough to shut him up.