having second thoughts?”
“No, but frankly? I don’t see how you can go from that to…me.”
“Yeah, I’d love to get a look at whatever dude you hooked up with last too. See how we compare.” He gave her arm a nudge and grinned when her jaw snapped closed, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way.
“But…well…it leads me to wonder if something she said might hold at least some merit.”
“What did she say?”
“Basically that I was a rich-bitch revenge fuck for you.”
He hoped she didn’t notice—or that she couldn’t see—the way those words made his jaw clench. Damn you, Raina . “Yeah, that sounds like something she would say. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well…am I? I just want to know what I’m getting myself into here. I don’t like surprises.”
He sat back and stared straight out the front of the windshield, sighing heavily. “Macy, I can tell you with absolute honesty that you are not a ‘revenge fuck’. I don’t screw people indiscriminately, so the very fact I’m here means I like you. Beyond that, I don’t know what to tell you. Am I going to put a ring on your finger any time soon? Hell no. But you strike me as the type who wouldn’t be looking for that from a guy like me, so it’s all good, right?”
She only lowered her head, watching her fingers toy with the purse strap, and something surged in his chest.
“Macy? Is that cool?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wondered if it was cool with him. A minute ago “no strings” would have been music to his ears. But in that split second when he’d asked and she’d faltered…a world of dreams had exploded in his head, an entire universe of what if s.
But whatever alternate universe had just infringed on their reality receded back into place, and she looked at him. “No strings, just fun?”
Now she made it sound so casual, too casual. There was nothing casual about the intensity of his want, his need, for her. Sitting in the dim light, she was stunning. Absolutely cover-girl gorgeous, and he knew in his heart this was another girl who could shred him all over again, really do a number on him. She could stamp her number right in the middle of his fucking forehead, and laugh about it.
Was he a fool of the biggest magnitude?
“Yeah.”
“Cool,” she said, sounding relieved. He was relieved by her relief. Whatever it took them to get out of his car and into her bed. Apparently his dick didn’t care how big a fool he was.
“Sit tight.” He felt her gaze on him as he jumped out and ran around to open her door, but hopefully she wasn’t watching so closely that she could tell it almost pained him to walk. Excited was an understatement. He was threatening to bust the fly on his jeans. It was almost embarrassing.
After she got out of his car, she took his hand. Something about the simultaneous simplicity and enormity of her supple fingers curling around his fucked him all up inside, made something wild and protective ignite inside him.
Trust. She trusted him. Everything about him and his world was the opposite to her and hers, but she was willing to take this crazy gamble on him.
“What is it?” she whispered when he’d only stood there staring down at her like a dope for the last ten seconds.
He snapped out of it and shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You can come in,” she said, as if afraid he thought he wasn’t welcome now or something. She dug in her purse with her other hand and came out with a jumble of keys. Together, they strolled toward her first-story apartment door.
For a second, he hoped things wouldn’t get weird. Then he bitched himself out for acting like a little girl.
Of course things were about to get weird. He lived for weird.
But nothing prepared him for the “weird” that greeted him when Macy flipped on a lamp inside her place.
Okay, in all fairness, this was Texas and the country-and-western décor was, if not the norm, then pretty damn acceptable. But not among anyone
“No, but frankly? I don’t see how you can go from that to…me.”
“Yeah, I’d love to get a look at whatever dude you hooked up with last too. See how we compare.” He gave her arm a nudge and grinned when her jaw snapped closed, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way.
“But…well…it leads me to wonder if something she said might hold at least some merit.”
“What did she say?”
“Basically that I was a rich-bitch revenge fuck for you.”
He hoped she didn’t notice—or that she couldn’t see—the way those words made his jaw clench. Damn you, Raina . “Yeah, that sounds like something she would say. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well…am I? I just want to know what I’m getting myself into here. I don’t like surprises.”
He sat back and stared straight out the front of the windshield, sighing heavily. “Macy, I can tell you with absolute honesty that you are not a ‘revenge fuck’. I don’t screw people indiscriminately, so the very fact I’m here means I like you. Beyond that, I don’t know what to tell you. Am I going to put a ring on your finger any time soon? Hell no. But you strike me as the type who wouldn’t be looking for that from a guy like me, so it’s all good, right?”
She only lowered her head, watching her fingers toy with the purse strap, and something surged in his chest.
“Macy? Is that cool?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wondered if it was cool with him. A minute ago “no strings” would have been music to his ears. But in that split second when he’d asked and she’d faltered…a world of dreams had exploded in his head, an entire universe of what if s.
But whatever alternate universe had just infringed on their reality receded back into place, and she looked at him. “No strings, just fun?”
Now she made it sound so casual, too casual. There was nothing casual about the intensity of his want, his need, for her. Sitting in the dim light, she was stunning. Absolutely cover-girl gorgeous, and he knew in his heart this was another girl who could shred him all over again, really do a number on him. She could stamp her number right in the middle of his fucking forehead, and laugh about it.
Was he a fool of the biggest magnitude?
“Yeah.”
“Cool,” she said, sounding relieved. He was relieved by her relief. Whatever it took them to get out of his car and into her bed. Apparently his dick didn’t care how big a fool he was.
“Sit tight.” He felt her gaze on him as he jumped out and ran around to open her door, but hopefully she wasn’t watching so closely that she could tell it almost pained him to walk. Excited was an understatement. He was threatening to bust the fly on his jeans. It was almost embarrassing.
After she got out of his car, she took his hand. Something about the simultaneous simplicity and enormity of her supple fingers curling around his fucked him all up inside, made something wild and protective ignite inside him.
Trust. She trusted him. Everything about him and his world was the opposite to her and hers, but she was willing to take this crazy gamble on him.
“What is it?” she whispered when he’d only stood there staring down at her like a dope for the last ten seconds.
He snapped out of it and shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You can come in,” she said, as if afraid he thought he wasn’t welcome now or something. She dug in her purse with her other hand and came out with a jumble of keys. Together, they strolled toward her first-story apartment door.
For a second, he hoped things wouldn’t get weird. Then he bitched himself out for acting like a little girl.
Of course things were about to get weird. He lived for weird.
But nothing prepared him for the “weird” that greeted him when Macy flipped on a lamp inside her place.
Okay, in all fairness, this was Texas and the country-and-western décor was, if not the norm, then pretty damn acceptable. But not among anyone
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