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From the bag, she pulls out an expensive-looking bottle of tequila and a set of ornate shot glasses. “We could party like we used to.” Theo laughs politely, taking in the gift and the woman before him. And once again, I’m gawking at Theo. Except, this time, I’m not embarrassed. I feel like I want to break something. Preferably those shot glasses. Because tequila is our thing.
BREAK HER FACE TOO
She’s pretty.” “I hadn’t noticed.” She scoffs at me. Loudly. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve probably already slept with her, which means you noticed.” “Yeah, years ago. She used to stay out on the circuit and travel with us.” When I glance over, Winter’s skin has gone all pink and splotchy. She looks ready to blow a gasket. “Don’t tell me things like that,” is her hushed reply.
LMFAO MEEEE
“Rude.” “I seem to remember you enjoying how rude I was to you once.”
her. “I’m being a bitch.” “No, you aren’t. You’re just using the coping skills you’ve got.”
Fuck. I want to touch her so badly. More than just this chaste elbow touch or whatever the fuck I’m doing right now. I want to grip her hair. Bend her over. Spread her—
Everyone continues eating the prawn and lemon pasta that Cade whipped up. A heaping bowl of watermelon and mint salad sits in the middle of the table. It’s the perfect summer meal and everyone is here to partake.
Stop this sounds soooo good
Sloane is sitting straight across from me, hand on her chest, pretending to be shocked. Bless her.
This gives Chelsea energy
Harvey gives a derisive snort. “Come on. Don’t you kids know anything? You ever seen a tomcat fight a female?” Willa’s body is taut with barely contained laughter, while Cade groans and scrubs a hand over his beard. “They start off scratching and screaming at each other—” “Dad, please stop.” Cade braces his forearms against the edge of the table, staring at his place setting.
Willa leans across the table and whispers loudly, “Shit, Harv, you’ve made Daddy mad now.”
“I heard that, Red,” Cade calls out
Awwww Red
He has no business looking this good and being this good. Jumping from defending me to consoling her. I don’t deserve it, and there’s a part of me that still feels like I’ve saddled him with something he can’t possibly want.
There’s also this little part of me that’s more drawn to him with every moment I spend in his company. I felt it that night, a level of comfort I’ve never known. And now that feeling builds every second I’m around him.
Every time I see him with Vivi. Every time he shows up at my door with a coffee. Every time he winks and rakes his eyes over my body like...
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I’ll still be the outsider. Because making his dick hard isn’t enough to make a relationship last.
I watch her carry Vivi’s bucket seat up into the dark house before I pull out and drive to the one right next door. When I go inside, it feels like I’m entering the wrong house.
Theo: Want me to come over and do something truly special that will have you thanking me profusely? Winter: Are you always this horny? Theo: I was going to say clean your house. Get your mind out of the gutter, Dr. Hamilton.
Some people might think he’s cold, but I know better. That’s his small-man rage.
“Baby girl, what is the commotion?” I coo as her tiny arms reach up for me. “You can’t be partying this late. Your poor mama needs some rest.”
“We’re like business partners.” Business partners. That term still makes me want to break something. We are not that.
Word like stfu
the things I dream about doing to you are horribly unprofessional.”
Much like eighteen months ago, I think we realize there’s a fervor between us that neither of us can explain or resist. A pull. A connection. A longing.
I often daydream about spending long, lazy hours with my head between those thighs.
he’s so damn good. Down to the marrow. I’ve spent enough time around shit men to recognize the caliber of the man before me.
I let him sleep in my bed last night.” “Theo?” I start. “What? No. The dog.” “Oh. Yeah, I’ve slept with Peter too.” I can’t help but snort. “How very on brand for us.”
If we go somewhere more private, I’ll cry.” Summer’s brow furrows. “But you never cry.” “Pfft. Apparently, it’s my new thing. It has to be some medical condition I don’t know about.”
She doesn’t look away, no matter how badly it hurts.
“Why the fuck is everyone crying? Mondays aren’t that bad.”
“You’re supposed to make grown men cry at this gym, not have some weird Yaya Sisterhood cryfest at the front door. And why is there a dog on the front desk?” Leave it to Willa to lighten the mood without trying.
I’d just see a man so deeply dependable that I’d want to rip my clothes off and suck his dick in thanks. It’s a biological loophole, I swear.
Is horny cleaning a Virgo thing?
She didn’t hate me when she tugged me down on top of her.
He can’t handle her claws. Not like I can.
“Why are you so nice to me?” “We’ve been over this. It’s because I like you.” “That was a year and a half ago.” Her hands drop to my arm, but not to push me away. They rest there. “Well, you’re hard to forget. And the thing is, I like you even more now.”
I fucking adore you. Haven’t you been paying attention?”
“I bet I could make you come on my fingers just describing how beautiful you are to me right now. How fucking perfect you are.” I rasp my stubble against the shell of her ear and drop my voice. “But that would be a shame when you have such a pretty pussy for me to eat, don’t you think?”
giving me those tortured fuck-me eyes is shredding my self-control. Like you’re begging me to be inside you.”
“How could I stop when I’m loving the way you look with my fingers stuffed inside you?”
All that snarling. All that unaffected nail-gazing. All those scowls. They all disappear when you have my face between your legs.
I can fuck you happy, can’t I, Winter?”
I don’t just come. I come apart. I feel like I could break forever, over and over again, under the worshipping hands of Theo Silva. Which is a terrifying prospect, because I’ve broken before. And no one has ever helped me pick up the pieces.
I’m good. As in, it satisfied him too? Or like Ew, no thanks?
We do be overthinking
what is it about me that is so profoundly unlovable?
I feel like I’m on a constant mission to figure that one thing out. I’m not offended by it. I just need to know what it is so I can fix it.
If I had to fuck a stranger and get knocked up, I picked a good one.
“I feel like I owe you.” “Owe me what?” His voice is smooth and velvety tonight, and it brushes up against my skin. It soothes me. “Sex, or something.” “Or something? Now that part has me interested. What is the ‘or something’?” He cracks the joke, not realizing the way my mind can take it, spin it, and twist into something he never meant for it to be. Like he wouldn’t want the sex.
“You only think you owe me something because you’ve spent too long dating assholes who are terrible lays. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Stop overthinking it. Plus, my face is the ride.”
Laughter bubbles up in me. It fills my chest and clogs my throat. It bursts from me like a song I can’t resist singing.
His fingers pulse in mine, and then he tugs me back and kisses me. His mouth slants over mine and he swallows my laughter like he wants to keep it for himself.
“Next time, you ride my face. You’re going to ask for it. Beg for it. Work for it even. You will tell me exactly what you want, and I will give it to you. But this isn’t happening again until that time. Until you know what you want. Because I want you, Winter. And not just for one night.”
A sly grin spreads across her full lips. For a beat, I dream about them parting as I fit myself inside her. Every time she moves them, even to snarl at me, all I can think about is fucking her.
