Page 31 of Best Served Cold

“My piercings are sensitive. Anyone touching them would have done that. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Kettle, meet pot.”

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“What’s not going to work?” I pried the cup out of his hands. Already had River’s empty cup, might as well throw them both away.

“These mind games. So what if I got a bit hard when we kissed? I already told you it’s because my piercings are sensitive. I’d have the same reaction to licking my arm or bumping my dick against a couch.”

“You get a boner when you lick your arm or bump your dick against couches?” I flicked my gaze to the couch shoved up against the wall about ten feet from us. “Should I warn Mason you might start humping his grandma’s furniture?”

“Don’t be jealous,” he purred. “Just ’cause you’re not as good a kisser as you think you are.”

“Like you’re anything to write home about,” I scoffed. “And I still don’t buy it.”

“Buy what?”

I tossed the cups into a nearby trash can. They bounced off the side, then fell in.

“Buy what?” he repeated when I didn’t answer.

“That your dick is pierced.”

“Thinking about my dick again?” he baited, his voice a low rumble that made my stomach swoop.

“Wondering how tiny it is,” I shot back.

“You felt it.” He took one step closer and squared his shoulders. “Did it feel small to you?”

“You jumped away so fast I couldn’t really tell,” I said, making sure to sound bored and not angry. “But small enough.”

“You really think insulting my dick is going to do anything?” A teasing smile slid over his lips. “You can’t get in my head with that shit.”

“I’m not trying to get into your head. I’m merely pointing out that you seem to have an overinflated sense of yourself. Notice how you were the only one who enjoyed it?”

His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite read as the corners of his mouth dropped. “Like I said, it wasn’t you, it was the friction,” he bit out. “I would have won if you hadn’t been so eager to feel me up.”

“Was I eager to feel you up, or were you eager that I did?”

I hadn’t realized we were practically nose to nose until River returned, announcing, “I’m back. Why do you look like you’re about to start wailing on each other?” His arm came between us like a divider. We separated.

“No reason,” Noah told him. “Just having a little chat.”

River looked between us.

“Catch ya on the flip side.” Noah wheeled away from me, his dismissal clear, and sauntered off.

“Should I ask?” River asked.

“Nothing to tell.”

He observed me for a beat. “Okay. Want to wander for a bit?”

It was the last thing I wanted, but I nodded and fell into step beside him.

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