Page 18 of Dolls & Daggers
Wrenley smiles, and admittedly, it throws me off. He slides his hand up to the top of my thigh, long fingers grazing the edge of my underwear while his thumb slides between my legs. The nail pierces into my flesh, so fucking close to the most intimate part of me. I shift, raising my hips ever so slightly in an attempt to get him closer to where I want him.
I nearly sayfuck itand throw myself at him as his other arm snakes around my hip, before he lowers his mouth to my ear. “I wouldn’t have taken you for such a wanton slut, Dove. But it’s good to know that you want me.”
Shock spears through me like a harpoon.Did I hear him correctly?Wrenley steps back, and I bristle, nearly falling off the stool as he walks away without so much as a glance back.
A wanton slut?
Oh, he thinks he’s clever. Thinks he can rile me up and swoop in when my defenses are down.
Well, he has another thing coming.
No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it.
Wrenley
You absolute fucking idiot.
You had her. She was offering herself up on a candy-coated platter!
I resist the urge to shake my head in disgust and head for the men’s room to deal with my raging hard-on.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Dove just handed me the perfect opportunity to screw her out of my system. One time—that's all it would take. I’d be over it. Over her. Over those goddamn mesmerizing blue eyes.
And the best part? She admitted she wants me, too.
So why the fuck did I just insult her, and walk away like it was nothing? It’s like I can’t help myself around her.
Because you’re pushing her away. You don’t want her too close. The resemblance is too uncanny, and if you look too hard, you won’t be able to separate the two. What happens if you take her to bed?
I groan as I enter a stall, sinking onto the toilet. Elbows on my knees, I clasp my hands behind my neck. One-night stands are one thing. But sleeping with Dove? That’s mixing business with pleasure, andsomething tells me once won’t be enough. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise.
Once I get a taste of her, letting go will be impossible.
But so will letting her get too close. If she knew me—the real me—she’d probably laugh in disgust.
The self-loathing does its job. My cock softens just in time for the bathroom door to slam open. I hear the irritatingly rough tenor belonging to Ryan ricocheting off the walls.
“All I gotta do is bring her dog some treats and the bitch drops to her knees and blows me like it’s an Olympic sport, and she’s going for gold.”
My head snaps up in shock.Did he really just say what I think he did?
A second voice snickers. “She’s fucking hot, though, man. I’d be locking that shit down like a felon on a life sentence. Ain’t a man out there who doesn’t wanna fuck her, myself included.”
“I’m sure she’d be down for a little group action,” Ryan laughs. “She likes getting filled in all her holes, if you know what I mean.”
Before I can even process what I’m doing, I slam the stall door open and rise to my full height. The sudden noise makes Ryan flinch as he hastily tucks himself back in his pants. Then he smirks when he sees me.
“What’s up? Wren, right? Hunter’s friend?”
I know he’s a cop. I know you don’t put your hands on cops. I know that if he wants to, my ass will be in jail for this.
None of that stops me from grabbing him by the front of his shirt and shoving him against the tiled wall. His back smacks against the gleaming cream ceramic with a satisfying thud.
“Stay the fuck away from her.”
In hindsight, he could have been talking about anyone. I didn’t specifically hear him or his friend, who’s staring in stunned surprise, say Dove’s name outright. I made a snap judgment and may have to answer for it.
