Page 15 of Make Me, Break Me

I flipped my phone, didn’t miss the grab and dialed her number before I chickened out.

“I already saw you yesterday, Dex,” she warned me when she picked up.

Her voice sounded so sweet that for a second I couldn’t form words. And having her so close to the fight ring and Jericho’s shithouse trailer seemed wrong, so I started walking. It didn’t really matter which direction I headed in at this point.

“Hey,” I muttered. “What have you got planned for tonight?”

“You’re not coming over,” she said immediately. “Margot’s here. And she’s got a…friend.”

The phone shifted away from her gentle breaths that were replaced with loud moans and a few squeaks. I grinned despite the ache running through my rib cage on both sides that the beer hadn’t done a damn thing to quell.I should have hit Jericho up for a bourbon.

“Sounds like someone is having all the fun. Are you up for a drive?” I aimed for casual.

“What the fuck did you do?” she practically shrieked at me.

Even the bouncing and moaning in the background stopped.

“Uh—”Fucking busted.“I could do with a lift,” I hedged.

“To the hospital?” Keys jangled on her end. She yelled something, ostensibly to Margot, who yelled back in her normal voice before the moans started up again. “She’s a screamer, alright?”

“Why does she leave the room for us, and you don’t leave for her?” I asked, stuffing my hand in my pocket and hissed out a breath when my pinky hit the material.

“Ribs?”

“And hand. The last is my fault.”

“Fuck. They’re both your fault. I fucking told you not to screw around with Beau Bennett and the Allstars.”

“Or the twins.”

“The—” Zin said words I promised myself she had never said before tonight and never would again.

Double standards, much?

I knew she had a filthy mouth. I just only liked it when she was with me, and I was inside her.Lie.I liked her filthy mouth all the time.

“Where did you get such a broad vocabulary?” I asked, interested.

“I had a gay best friend when I was a kid. He has a drag act now. Damn good. In both personas he has a filthy fucking mouth.”

“Why don’t I know him?” I frowned.

“Because we have a standing Friday night date and not much else,” she reminded me.

“And if I want more?”

“There is no more, Dex. I’m coming to get you because you screwed up.”

“You’re coming to get me because you care, sweetness.”

“Do I? Because I can stop and you can walk,” she sassed me.

But we both knew she was coming. Fuck, I hoped she was coming, because I was in for a long damn walk and I wasn’t even sure what direction I picked.Stupid ass.

“Where are you?” she asked on cue.

“Ahhh—” I found a street corner and rattled off the nearest names, plus a few buildings as landmarks. “Don’t get out of the car when you arrive,” I said, keeping my voice as light as I could, despite the tightness building around my ribs and chest.

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