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“Nope.” He shook his head. “No, it’s not. She’s a great kid, though.”
“She gets that shit from her mom, too, don’t she?” I teased.
“Damn straight, she does. She’s sure as hell not getting that from me,” he agreed with a grin. I fell silent as he picked twocoffee cups off the counter and filled them to the brim with coffee. “I don’t have coffee creamer, and I’m not going out to buy you some, so black it is.”
“Ain’t a problem by me.” I took a long sip and promptly choked on it, the hot liquid burning my tongue and throat. I practically dropped the cup on the counter as I coughed my way through catching my breath.
“It’s hot, Gray!” Sam exclaimed. “Jesus Christ, some things never change.”
I wanted to protest but couldn’t.
“Do I need to blow on your food today too?” he continued to taunt.Fucker.“Put it in the goddamn fridge until it’s cool enough for you to eat.”
“Shut up,” I retorted hoarsely. “We ain’t spendin’ the day pokin’ fun at me.”
“I don’t know. It seems like a damn good way to spend the day,” Sam said. That smile of his grew wider, and I felt it in my core. “We have today and tomorrow. We have to fill the time doing something.”
An intrusive thought wove its way through my mind. It was just me and him—the two of us stuck in this godforsaken little house for days on end until more could happen. While it was probably a stupid idea, it sure as hell sounded more appealing than sitting around doing nothing.
And hotter.
I needed a distraction.
Sam was a sexy-as-fuck option to be my distraction.
I took the coffee from his hand and set it down behind him. I braced my hands on the counter, caging him in. His vibrant gaze held mine as I stared at him.Yeah, I could definitely think of a way or two that we could pass the time.
Leaning forward, I kissed him, taking one hell of a chance. He stilled as my lips touched his.
“Gray,” he murmured, “you have a partner.”
“What I have is an open relationship,” I whispered and kissed him again. This time, his mouth moved slowly against mine.Hesitant and unsure.“I can do whatever the hell I want. No issues.”
“Do you really think this is a good idea?”
“Not a fuckin’ chance.”But I grinned.“But when the hell has that ever stopped us, pretty thing?”
Pretty thing had been what I called him for years. For whatever reason, he liked being called pretty. Nine times out of ten, it made him blush and turned him into putty in my hands.
I kissed him a third time, dragging my tongue over the seam of his lips. The torturous little moan he let out shot straight to my already very aware dick. Sam’s hand locked around my throat. The firm and controlling hold had my pulse spiking against his fingers. With several quick steps, he walked me back into the fridge.
“I still don’t play nice, sunshine,” he said against my lips.Good.
“When the fuck did I say I wanted nice?” I asked. I didn’t wantnice. I wanted destructively distracting. I wanted to use him and be used by him until I couldn’t think straight. That was easier than focusing on everything else going on.
His hand squeezed my throat a little tighter, and his mouth crashed into mine.
CHAPTER 17
The taste of coffee exploded on my tongue while the spice of his cologne washed over me.Teeth, tongues, hands.We were a fumbling mess of bad choices and desperation as Sam pushed me down the hall. My dick raged behind my zipper, growing harder with every step we took. I dragged his shirt over his head while he damn near ripped the button off my jeans.
When he tried to step into his room, I steered him toward mine with an idea popping into my head. Was it a little wicked? Absolutely. But where was the fun in hooking up with your ex-boyfriend if you didn’t do something a little stupid and crazy along the way?
Okay, hooking up with my ex was probably the stupid and crazy part.
His knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell back. I took a moment to admire him—all mussed up and turned on. The outline of his cock was prominent against his gray sweatpants, put on display.Fuck, I loved gray sweatpants.
“You’re staring, sunshine,” Sam said, his voice thick with desire. Yeah, I was shamelessly staring. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did. His lack of shirt showcased just how much muscle the man had earned for himself. Broad shoulders, strong arms, toned abs. The tattoos and scars decorating his arms and torso only made him more attractive.
