Page 69 of Never Kiss and Tell

“You know what,” I say, a sudden giddiness falling over me. “I think I would. When are you free?”

Charlie

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This girl is driving me crazy. First, she can’t even look at me today. Then she put Priscilla in her place when she and her little friends came in, stirring up shit.

Bailey: Home.

Now, she’s done exactly what I told hernotto and walked home by herself.

She’s doing it to piss me off. After last night, I can’t keep my fucking head straight. I took it too far with her and I know it, but I don’t regret it. Not a single thread in me could’ve said no to her after she begged me.

I mean, I told her to, but hearing her ask me to touch her has to be one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever heard. I hadn’t even realized we weren’t alone.

Unfortunately, I’ve also realized I love making Bailey come.

The little pants and whimpers she makes. The way her fingernails graze the back of my neck. The easy way she comes undone for me, forgetting that she hates me for those fewseconds, right before she comes.

Yeah, I fucking love that shit.

So much so that I was prepared to do it over and over last night until she couldn’t stand another.

But when we were interrupted, I think both of us were ripped back into reality too fast. When she went inside without a word, something heavy settled in my chest like the weight of the fucking world. If I was a better man, I would have gone to her and made sure she was okay, but my head’s been fucked up since.

I want her.

In my bed, the pool, my fucking truck. I don’t care.

If Tom — fuckingTom— hadn’t shown up, I would have taken her to my bed. I would’ve broken every rule I’ve set out for myself. Fuck, I wanted to. Just her hands on me had been enough to start a fire boiling in my blood.

When Tom showed up unannounced, it was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on me. I was losing control. And that fucking scares me.

I almost punched Tom for the hell of it. How long had he been standing there and what had he seen while he was being a fucking creep?

I practically threatened his life. I told him if Andi finds out, I’m coming for him first. He’s the only one that’s seen anything, but I know he’s too big of a pussy to say something.

After he left, I took a cold shower that did absolutely nothing and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours.

For a moment when Bailey was yelling at Priscilla, all I could picture was her as she’d been the night before. Flushed cheeks, bright pink lips, and those sexy little fucking moans while myfingers were buried inside her. Watching her brandish her claws like a lioness ready to strike the woman that had done me wrong, I wanted to fuck her against the table. I guess the only thing that really stopped me was wanting her body to myself.

And the felony we would both acquire by me making her come in public.

I was harsher than I meant to be when I pulled her out back and I instantly regretted it when I saw the tears in her eyes. Who am I anymore? I’ve never given a fuck before when a woman cried. And again, when I saw Bailey was gone, I fucking panicked. Panicked like she’d been kidnapped. Jesus fucking Christ.

I almost went to her side when I got home, but I knew we’d either end up fighting or fucking and neither is a good idea when I’m this pissed off.

So, I went home.

By the next morning, I’m in a shitty mood all around. Jake comes over in the afternoon because his truck is acting up and we spend most of the day taking it apart. It’s not until we’re putting it back together that he stops.

“What the hell?” Jake murmurs under his breath. He nudges me in the arm, forcing me to drop the ratchet into the engine bay of the truck. I reach in and grab it as Jake greets whoever he’d been talking about. “Hey, Pete. What you doing here, buddy?”

My eyes snap up, finding Peter walking up the sidewalk toward us. He has flowers in his hand. Fuck the ratchet. I want to know why Peter’s stalking up to us with a shit-eating grin on his face and a bouquet of flowers.

“How’s it going, boys,” Peter greets as I jump down from the bumper of the truck.

“What are you doing here?” I grit.

Peter stops in front of Jake and me, keeping a few feet back. Unluckily for him, I can throw this ratchet faster than he can run away.

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