Page 29 of Bells

“Right.” I licked my lips and placed the water on the counter and cleared my throat. I never got chances to be alone with him. I had to take every opportunity I could. “I’m staying over tonight.”

“You stayed over last night too,” he said, still standing in the same spot, his white t-shirt hugging his body, his dark pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips.

“You noticed.”

“I notice when there’s a girl staying in my house,” he said.

I smiled. “I didn’t know that.”

He surveyed me but said nothing.

I offered him a smile. He was definitely like his father. Emotionless.

I liked that because when they broke, they broke hard.

Even Everett had whispered he loved me to me.

And if Everett Church could say such sweet words, I knew his son was capable of it. He just needed the right motivation.

“I like staying here,” I said, stepping closer to him.

He said nothing, his green eyes trained on me.

“I like being close to you,” I ventured softly. “Fucking Sin and knowing you’re nearby and can hear me. Do you hear me?”

He continued to stare wordlessly at me.

I reached down and undid the belt on my robe and let it fall open, revealing my naked body to him.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked, his gaze sweeping over my naked body. Desire rushed through me, knowing he was taking in my breasts and pussy.

“Nothing. And everything.” I leaned in, my breasts brushing against his t-shirt. I moved in closer when he didn’t move away from me.

“You can touch me, Dante.”

“Don’t call me Dante,” he said softly. “That’s not a name I’ll let you use.”

“Church,” I murmured, running my hand along his abs, my pulse pounding hard and my pussy dampening at the thought of him touching me back. “Sin is in his room.”

“And?”

“And we’re not.”

He let out a soft laugh that held no humor.

“You’re Sin’s girl. I don’t fuck with any of my friends’ girls.”

I was losing him. I wanted to scream. Instead, I steadied myself and moved my hand lower until I was at the top of his waistband.

“Sin and I are playing a little game. He has this fantasy that he walks in on you fucking me. He doesn’t want to talk about it though. He wants it to be a complete surprise so he can feel everything when it happens.”

“That a fact?” Church murmured.

“Mmhmm. Do you want to play with me. . . Church?”

He stared down at me, his eyes glinting.

“How do we play?”

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