Page 33 of Recklessly You
I snort.Santi. Her two friends approach us. One gazes at Mark, and the other, a blonde, comes toward me like she is walking the runway seductively. Her eyelashes flutter, and her hand runs over my biceps.
“You’re so muscular and hot. What’s your name, handsome?”
I brush her hand off. “Liam, and I’m not interested.”
She pouts. “You have a girlfriend?”
“No.” I walk off, reaching for my beer. Mark dismisses the woman hitting on him. Telling her he has a girlfriend. The only blonde I have on my mind is grenade, who came to explode shit up in my life.
Santiago whispers in the redhead’s ear and she giggles, twirling her hair around her finger. I’m sure he’ll sleep with her tonight.
Santiago saunters toward me, smirking like an idiot. “Never seen you dismiss a woman before. Especially one who is hot as fuck, her breasts spilling out.”
I shrug. “Not in the mood tonight.”
He studies me, then says, “Hmm.” He shakes his head then takes a sip of his beer before setting the bottle down. “Your mom said on New Year’s Eve you left with Mila’s friend.” His eyebrows rise as he grins.
I roll my eyes, leaning against the wall. “She needed a ride home. She’d been drinking.”
He’s not buying it. “Oh, I’m sure you gave her a ride.” He laughs. “A ride on your dick.” He thrusts his hips.
Mark spits out a mouthful of beer.
“Fuck off,” I retort, sticking out my middle finger with a cheeky smirk. I line up my shot, making sure to send the cue ball into three other balls on the table.
Thoughts of Sophie run through my head, her porcelain white skin so soft and buttery, caressing mine. Her eyes are like sapphires, sparkling with each passionate thrust. She was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I long to be inside her again. I won’t forget how stunning she looked with my cock in her mouth, giving me the best damn blowjob I’ve ever had. It’s been a week since I’ve seen her. Work has been hectic.
“I thought you didn’t do relationships, fucker?” Santiago says.
“I don’t. We’re only…how do I say it…releasing tension? Getting it out of our systems with a no-strings-attached agreement.”
He snorts. “So, you’re fucking her. Like a fuck buddy?”
I scratch the back of my neck. When he puts it that way, it feels wrong, even though she agreed to it. “Something like that.” I point to them. “Don’t fucking tell Dominic or Mila.”
They lift their hands and say, “We won’t,” in unison.
Right as Dominic bursts through the door, Santiago mumbles, “You’re getting yourself into a rabbit hole.”
I ignore it and give Dominic a strong handshake.
“Sorry I’m late,” he says, oblivious to our stares. He grabs a pool stick. His hair is in disarray, and his shirt is on backward.
Santiago laughs. “Damn, you think you would have fixed yourself up after having sex…”
Dominic shrugs. “I was running late, and I’m making up for lost time, and she’s been through hell.”
He’s not wrong. Mila deserves every bit of happiness Dominic can give her.
Santiago ruffles his hair some more. “Yeah, little bro, she has.”
* * *
An hour later,after our game of pool, I text Sophie. I know it isn’t the alcohol making me feel daring because I only drank two beers. We agreed that when we felt the urge to call one another, we would.
Me:Hey, are you up?
When I see the bubbles appear, I’m relieved.
