Page 17 of Playing My Rivals

“You’re pouting. You know that?”

“Yes, but at least I’m owning it.” All this talk about sex has me adjusting my pants. “Back to last night. Jamison said he’d seen you with those two guys before. Who are they?”

“Just two guys Melanie and I met out one night.”

I hate the thought of her being out and meeting other men. My chest tightens and I suddenly feel territorial again.

What the fuck is wrong with me lately?

“When was this?” I ask.

She shrugs one shoulder. “Before you and I got together.”

“Do you go out with them often?”

“No. I’ve only been out with them twice. Three times if you count the night we met them.”

“So last night, the night you met them, and one other time. When was that?” My brow furrows.

She’s never mentioned going out with Melanie and some friends while we’ve been together. And we were together when she met Jamison. The timing seems off, and my unease grows.

“Not long after we met them.” She picks up her mug and blows on her coffee.

My stomach hardens. “Were we together?”

“No.”

I start to add up her story. If we weren’t together, then when did Jamison see them out? They didn’t know each other before I introduced them. She notices me trying to make sense of it.

Her face drains of color. “It was that weekend you and I had broken up.”

“We broke up on a Saturday. You said you were going home to think. Are you saying you actually went out that night instead?”

“It was during that week when you were out of town.”

I pick up my coffee and think. Her story still doesn’t seem to add up. She would’ve told me she went out while we were broken up and she never did. I’m spinning around with this thought when she stands and goes toward her bathroom.

“I’ve got to take a shower. Stay until I’m ready and we can go back to your place and watch movies all day.”

I sit and stew about her timeline as she gets ready, but forget about it when she calls me into the bathroom to help her shower. This topic may be gone for now, but I will come back to it.

We get to my place, and she makes herself at home, mindlessly searching through my refrigerator. My heart fills with warmth as I stand near the island and take her in.

I love seeing her move around here like my apartment is hers. She does it a lot now that we spend most of our time here.

“We need to get more groceries.” She shuts the door and faces me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful and I enjoy watching you move around in here like it’s your place, too.”

Her cheeks flush and my dick twitches.

She glances down like she’s embarrassed. “I wasn’t trying to act like I own it. I know it’s yours.”

“Don’t apologize. I love seeing you here.” I rush to her and take her face into my hands. “You belong here.”

Her eyelids slowly shut, and I press my lips to hers. Her tongue reaches for mine and she sinks into my arms. I work my hands underneath her shirt and glide my fingers along her soft skin to her bra. I unhook it and take it off with her shirt in tow.

“That’s better.” I move my mouth to her perfect tits.

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