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A half-hearted sigh escapes me. “Bummer.” Perfection brings ego, which translates into one thing: asshole.
“Wait,” I think he might hurl, “you drove my Hummer?” What part of… ahhh. So, the big boy is attached to his toy.
He’s kind of got a Paul Walker thing going on.
“Because, I can promise you this… if I fucked you,” I swear I hear him groan, “you can bet your ass you’d remember it.” I let my lips brush his cheek as I lower my feet to the ground.
“I’ll go home with you.” He starts to perk up, but it’s short-lived. “If you want to hang out, watch bad TV, and eat hella junk food, then I’m totally game.” I smirk. “But something tells me that’s not what you had in mind.”
“For giving me one-word answers,” she snaps. “That shit gets on my nerves.”
“Aww... don’t be mad at me, Lolli Bear. You’re my new favorite person,” he says, as he makes a show of slowly approaching me, as if I’ll pounce, then envelops me in a hug.
“What the hell, Mr. P.!” He does a double take before resting his scowling face on me. “Ms. Embers, what the hell are you doing on my field?” I ignore him. “Why do you keep letting him run that? He’s getting nailed every time!” I shout.
Parker leans in, his warm breath close to my ear. “That’s ‘cause I’m smooth as silk, Lolli Bear. Smooth as silk,” he whispers, making both of us laugh.
The world must be turning on its fucking axis because I swear to God, if I were looking in a mirror, I would see a hint of pink on my cheeks. A fucking blush. I don’t blush. Ever.
With his arms crossed at his chest, feet propped up on the coffee table, he looks thoroughly relaxed. Too relaxed and at home, in fact, so I kick him.
Nate’s standing in my doorway, looking every shade of sexy, a little uncomfortable, and a lot pissed off.
It takes him a minute to meet my gaze, but when he does, a look of possessiveness passes through them briefly. Weird.
“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head and sets his plate down. “You’re telling me you invited Parker over here wearing that,” he motions with his eyes only, “and you’re just friends?”
rage, I’m sure, fully intending on unleashing it on her, but the little bitch throws the gauntlet. “The unbaked kind.” She smirks. Cookie dough, my one true guilty pleasure in life. Damn her.
“I just never found anything I wanted to keep before.”
“That nurse said I have to say goodbye to you. Doesn’t she know we don’t do goodbyes?”
“I don’t see the point of being any other way. Dishonesty is a pointless trait. All it does is cause problems and distrust.” I hold his dark gaze.
Back on the porch, when she smiled over her shoulder at me, my stomach bottomed out, putting me off balance. I had to lean against the damn post to keep from making a fool of myself.
I’m not a clumsy guy, but this girl’s got me trippin’ over myself in every which way and she doesn’t even know it. That smile she gave me; I’ve never seen it before. It was real. Lethal. I want to see it again.
“You can’t answer the door in a t-shirt,” he chastises me. “I could have been a murderer or something.”
Please, boy. You think you’re going to make me squirm? Negative, Ghost Rider.
“Looking at you gets under my skin.” He drops down an inch. “Thinking about you fucks with my head.” Another inch. “Hearing that raspy, sexy ass voice of yours gets me riled up,” he rumbles quietly, his body now brushing mine. “And touching you? Touching you sets me on fire,” he whispers.
Next thing I know, his soft lips are on mine. His kiss is more demanding and territorial than anything, but right now, I don’t mind. Not giving a damn about the gasps and giggles and screeching chairs, I throw my hands around his neck and kiss him back. Not even caring when my candy falls to the floor.
I decided a long time ago that I want her, but I want my Kalani tonight. The Kalani I know only I get to see.
“Because, for some reason, the thought of saying goodbye to you does something to me. I don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m losing something.”
“To a fun night of the triple D’s.” “And those would be...?” “Drinks, dancing, and dick.” She winks. “In that order.”
Austin was right, she’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Whistling, I throw on my A’s hat, grab my keys, and head out the door. She’s about to find out.
“It comes and goes as it pleases, taking with it the remains of the day or the hours before, washing away all traces of attendance, all the memories. Nothing is as powerful as the rain.”
“I’m a defense girl.” I shrug. “And I remember the good stuff. Store it in my brain for times like these,” I tell him, tapping my head with my pointer finger. His dad grins from ear to ear, his chest puffing out slightly. “Oh, holy hell…” Sara mutters. “She’s perfect.”
“So, I now own half of a professional football team. So, my grandfather has two Super Bowl rings and was inducted into the Hall of Fame. Who cares that my parents owned and operated the number one sports photography company in the country? While those things are awesome, they’re mine.”
He does that a lot. Reads me, speaks to me without words, like he can see all the things others can’t.
Then, when I tracked Mia down, who then tracked Parker down, finding out Kalani was with him, I went from pissed to fuckin’ fumin’.
I’ve never been jealous in my life, never cared what a girl did when I wasn’t with her, but Kalani has a way of bringing out a few different sides of myself I knew nothing about - like the side that wants to physically disfigure one of his own friends.
“I don’t, but did you not just tell everyone to go?” “Everyone? Yeah.” I look at him. “You? No.”
She’s alive. I can feel it in the way she touches me, see it in the way she looks at me, and I need her to know…
And then, I feel it… a single tear rolls down my cheek. The first tear I’ve shed since the day my family died.
“And when that girl laughs, I swear to God, I can see it leave her and run through you. You live for it. For her.”
“Because my heart beats in your chest, and yours in mine. We’re blended in each other in deeper ways than even we understand.” She’s full-on sobbing now.
She scowls at me, as she jumps to her feet and starts pacing in the sand. And now, I’m nervous.
