Page 58 of Ruining Him
She may have quick reflexes, but so do I, so when her hand flies out to grab ahold of me, I counter it with my own and grab her wrist. Usually when we get like this, I’d end upplastering myself on top of her, which would lead to us fucking.
But not this time.
Rather than do any of that, I pull on her arm until she’s standing in front of me and lean down to whisper in her ear, “Thank you, little menace.”
I step back and pull a pair of black sweats on before rummaging around in the closet for a hoodie. Once I find one, I shrug it over my head and turn to her. She’s still standing in the middle of the room, looking at me as though I’ve grown another head.
I grin, loving how confused she’s getting by all this.
She might be an expert in playing with knives, but she’s clueless when it comes to social interaction.
It’s cute, really.
Oh Jesus. Have I really turned into the type of guy who thinks something iscute?
Oh well, fuck it. I’m already riding the crazy train when it comes to this girl. I may as well embrace everything that comes with it.
“C’mon, baby,” I drawl. “It’s Sunday night.”
I leave the bedroom, letting her follow behind me.
“What does that mean? What’s Sunday night mean?” she asks, and I turn back and smirk at her.
“You’ve never gone to church on a Sunday? It’s the main event, little menace.”
“They literally go to the church every night of the week,” she deadpans. “What makes Sundays so different?”
“Sunday is the Lord’s day, baby.”
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath, barely loud enough for me to hear, but I do, and I can’t help but let out a snort.
“God, Lana. Not Jesus.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, asshole,” she throws back at me with a glower, and I tip my head back with a laugh. I’m just about to snark back at her when a throat clears and my head whips around to see the guys all sitting around the table, watching us with inscrutable expressions.
“Going somewhere?” Harley asks with a devious smirk.
“None of your damn business,” I snap at him. They’ve all been on my ass lately about what’s going on between me and Lana, and the last thing I need is for him to start up with the questions again while she’s standing right next to me.
“Aww, you’re such a delight to be around today, Cole. Maybe you should start fucking her—” he waves towards Lana “—in the mornings. That magic pussy of hers seems to brighten you up most of the time. Though clearly, you haven’t had any today yet.”
I’m going to kill him.
I’m going to string him up by the balls and fucking torture him.
I growl and go to take a step towards him, only Lana pushes past me in a flash and takes Harley by the throat.
Her grip on him is so tight he can barely breathe, and even though he’s bigger than she is by a good few inches, he’s no match for my girl.
“What did you just say?” Lana asks through clenched teeth, and I stare on in delight.
This is great; it’s like I have my own little pit bull to growl at people for me.
Though, I probably shouldn’t tell her that, because then it’ll end up withmeon a leash. And not in a metaphorical kind of way.
Harley’s wide eyes meet mine, and I smirk at him. Theasshole won’t be getting any help from me. If she hadn’t done this, then I would have.
I don’t give a fuck if he’s one of my best friends and like a brother to me, he should know better than to talk about Lana like that.
