there for probably two to three months,” she replies, taking a step back and putting distance between us, as if knowing the sudden images that run through my mind.
I can’t help but see red and say, “No fucking way. Please, please tell me you are not walking around in those fuck-me-boots for every guy on the team to fucking see.”
“Gray, it’s part of the uniform.”
“I think you need to quit.”
“Gray, I’m not quitting, which is also why we are not dating,” she tells me, taking an additional step back.
“Okay, we will revisit the you not quitting later. But please tell me why the fuck you working at Lucky’s means we can’t date?” I ask, closing some of the distance she had started to create between us.
“Marissa,” she says firmly.
“I’m pretty sure Maris let me off the hook to date her employees a while ago,” I tell her, trying to hold in my chuckle again as I take in her serious expression.
I’m suddenly really glad Maris and I had that conversation.
Parker, however, seems shocked by the news and whispers, “She did what?”
“She told me she didn’t care. Actually, she laughed at the idea of my attempting… Oh. Shit. It makes total sense now. She calls you the mouse.” The whole evening of Marissa laughing at the idea of me pursuing Stars makes me want to shake my head and text Marissa right now. Fuck, Maris had been right; the mouse had run away from me. Marissa just didn’t know how much I liked to chase.
“Seriously? She sleeps with you then doesn’t care if she works with girls who also sleep with you?” Parker asks, shock lacing her voice.
“Sleep with? What the fuck?” I did not expect that bullshit. “Babe, Maris and I are just friends.”
“Sure,” she replies sarcastically, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Fuck, she is hot angry. Standing there, fuming and pushing her tits up with her arms. I can’t help it. I walk toward her and grab her hips with both my hands. Pulling her pelvis into mine, crushing her arms and breasts into my hard chest. I had been keeping my hands off her for the last four weeks, and I was over being the gentleman. I move my mouth until it’s barely a breath away from hers. “Babe, Maris and I are just friends. Just like you and my brother,” I tell her, inching our faces closer together. “I wouldn’t be outside a restaurant fighting for you if I was into Marissa.”
“Don’t you mean fighting with ,” she asks breathlessly, her eyes shifting to my lips.
I’m hoping she’s struggling to focus on this stupid discussion, like I am. Lost in how it feels to finally have my hands tightly grasping her skin, my warm breath lightly pulsating against her mouth.
“Fuck no,” I tell her as I slowly tease open her lips and use the tip of my tongue to penetrate her shield. It’s short and gentle, barely a hint of a kiss, just a small taste of how much I want her. It takes all my control to pull back, suck in her soft exhale and finish our conversation. I’m also desperate to take her anywhere else, somewhere my brother can’t see us through the fucking window. But I need her with me one hundred percent; I don’t want her worried that the moment I left her I would be going to Maris. “Babe, I’m pretty sure Marissa is sleeping with one of the guys on the team. She isn’t talking to me about it, but I’ve noticed a Herons jersey at her house that she keeps hiding. My guess is it’s not my number she’s sporting, hence her being sneaky and shit. But even if she wasn’t that wouldn’t change how I feel about you.”
“So, you think Marissa is sleeping with someone on the team and you don’t care?” she asks, looking as if she is finally seeing the light.
“Hell yeah. Maris’s personal life is definitely not something I want know anything about.”
“Oh.” She slowly uncrosses her arms, takes a deep breath, but only moves so she can rest both her palms against my chest. “I’m going to have to go back
I can’t help but see red and say, “No fucking way. Please, please tell me you are not walking around in those fuck-me-boots for every guy on the team to fucking see.”
“Gray, it’s part of the uniform.”
“I think you need to quit.”
“Gray, I’m not quitting, which is also why we are not dating,” she tells me, taking an additional step back.
“Okay, we will revisit the you not quitting later. But please tell me why the fuck you working at Lucky’s means we can’t date?” I ask, closing some of the distance she had started to create between us.
“Marissa,” she says firmly.
“I’m pretty sure Maris let me off the hook to date her employees a while ago,” I tell her, trying to hold in my chuckle again as I take in her serious expression.
I’m suddenly really glad Maris and I had that conversation.
Parker, however, seems shocked by the news and whispers, “She did what?”
“She told me she didn’t care. Actually, she laughed at the idea of my attempting… Oh. Shit. It makes total sense now. She calls you the mouse.” The whole evening of Marissa laughing at the idea of me pursuing Stars makes me want to shake my head and text Marissa right now. Fuck, Maris had been right; the mouse had run away from me. Marissa just didn’t know how much I liked to chase.
“Seriously? She sleeps with you then doesn’t care if she works with girls who also sleep with you?” Parker asks, shock lacing her voice.
“Sleep with? What the fuck?” I did not expect that bullshit. “Babe, Maris and I are just friends.”
“Sure,” she replies sarcastically, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Fuck, she is hot angry. Standing there, fuming and pushing her tits up with her arms. I can’t help it. I walk toward her and grab her hips with both my hands. Pulling her pelvis into mine, crushing her arms and breasts into my hard chest. I had been keeping my hands off her for the last four weeks, and I was over being the gentleman. I move my mouth until it’s barely a breath away from hers. “Babe, Maris and I are just friends. Just like you and my brother,” I tell her, inching our faces closer together. “I wouldn’t be outside a restaurant fighting for you if I was into Marissa.”
“Don’t you mean fighting with ,” she asks breathlessly, her eyes shifting to my lips.
I’m hoping she’s struggling to focus on this stupid discussion, like I am. Lost in how it feels to finally have my hands tightly grasping her skin, my warm breath lightly pulsating against her mouth.
“Fuck no,” I tell her as I slowly tease open her lips and use the tip of my tongue to penetrate her shield. It’s short and gentle, barely a hint of a kiss, just a small taste of how much I want her. It takes all my control to pull back, suck in her soft exhale and finish our conversation. I’m also desperate to take her anywhere else, somewhere my brother can’t see us through the fucking window. But I need her with me one hundred percent; I don’t want her worried that the moment I left her I would be going to Maris. “Babe, I’m pretty sure Marissa is sleeping with one of the guys on the team. She isn’t talking to me about it, but I’ve noticed a Herons jersey at her house that she keeps hiding. My guess is it’s not my number she’s sporting, hence her being sneaky and shit. But even if she wasn’t that wouldn’t change how I feel about you.”
“So, you think Marissa is sleeping with someone on the team and you don’t care?” she asks, looking as if she is finally seeing the light.
“Hell yeah. Maris’s personal life is definitely not something I want know anything about.”
“Oh.” She slowly uncrosses her arms, takes a deep breath, but only moves so she can rest both her palms against my chest. “I’m going to have to go back
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