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“It’s not one, it’s many. My whole sisterhood.”
He muttered to the ceiling, “Great.” Just what he needed, her sharing his sexual prowess with every damn woman in the sisterhood. He couldn’t wait for the sly looks and whispers.
“Hey, you got an A-plus. Can’t rank any better than that,” she chirped.
He scowled at her. “Are you fucking with me?”
She shot him a grin. “Of course.”
“I’m not sure I believe that.” He climbed out of bed to rid himself of the condom.
“I don’t lie.”
“You’re lying right now…in my bed,” he threw at her as he headed to the bathroom to rid himself of the condom and grab a damp washcloth.
She snorted, then called out, “Nice ass. That view was worth the wait.”
He really needed to rethink his attraction to Vi. Nothing usually rattled him. He was a fucking Marine vet and former recon sniper, for fuck’s sake. But this woman could easily make him rethink his life’s decisions.
As much as he liked to take on a challenge, Vi would be a constant battle of wits. One he might not be able to win. And losing could be damaging to his ego.
She tracked him on his way back to the bed. “Front ain’t bad, either.”
He tossed the washcloth at her and it landed with a plop on her chest.
“What a gentleman.”
“If you wanted a gentleman, you wouldn’t have been waiting on my porch. You wanted my dick.”
“True.”
She quickly wiped herself clean, then threw the washcloth at his face. He caught it mid-air and returned it to the bathroom. Then he went to the kitchen, grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, and trekked back to the bedroom. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was already planning her escape.
Only, when he returned, she was looking pretty damn relaxed and like she had nowhere to go.
It was her cabin and he paid no rent, so he guessed he couldn’t kick her smart ass out.
Since she was now sitting up and against the headboard, he chucked the bottle of water at her and was impressed with her quick reflexes. And the fact she caught it single-handedly.
She cracked the lid and guzzled a third of the bottle in one go, before setting it aside.
He climbed back into bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her, then downed some of his water before setting the bottle on the nightstand beside him.
“Want to go over what happened tonight?” she asked.
“You came three times and I only got to come twice.”
“Did you forget I was there for that? I meant what happened in Pittsburgh.”
“You want to talk shop right now?”
“Would you rather talk about the weather? Your zodiac sign? How to take a great selfie? What am I saying, it’s impossible for you to take a bad selfie. You don’t have one bad angle.”
The smartass in his bed didn’t, either.
“Okay, fine. This could’ve waited until tomorrow morning’s weekly meeting. I made both hits a bit messier. If I keep taking the Russos out with single headshots, they’re going to know it’s a professional. I want to keep them guessing.”
“Good thinking.”
