Page 16 of Crazy Love
“I ought to go and let you get back to your composition.”
My composition—the one I hope to destroy her with tomorrow. Yeah, I do actually need to get back to that, which means I need to stuff all this high emotion that’s bubbling between us into a vault and sink it to the bottom of a lagoon. This is absolutely the wrong time in my life to be getting doe-eyed over a girl. I reckon I’ve just about packaged it up, when she leans in and then it’s all wet and heady between us again.
I want to cling on and wind her up to orgasm number two, but then something else besides desire rears its head, something ugly, and irate. Why is she here toying with my feelings like this, turning a straight forward fight into something that’s too emotionally fraught for words? Isn’t it enough that I’ve Knox to pin down and knock into shape, a wayward brother who can’t keep his dick in his pants and only wants to make it because it’ll get him more pussy, not to mention a bee in my ear buzzing away with Joel Ashton’s voice about doing whatever it takes? He’s going to call me every name under the sun when he finds out about this.
Man enough to screw her, but not to employ her—fucking hell, Nate! Couldn’t you do it the other way around, and screw Knox?
Knox is already screwed. He has been for years. He doesn’t need me adding to his woes.
But even pushing that aside, I’m an idiot for letting her distract me like this. Everything is dependent on me having this song finished, and while I have her cradled in my arms there’s no bass track being written.
There’s still sparks firing between us and zapping off in all directions, but I make the decision to stop this and salvage what remains of the night. Initially, when I pull away, she tries to hold on and draw me into another kiss.
I shake my head. It can’t happen. I need to get on, find Knox, and make music. “You ought to go, before anyone stumbles in here.”
She sucks her bottom lip. “Yeah. I mean, we should all be heading to bed.”
Given the hour, she’s not wrong, but I’ve no intention of stumbling upstairs.
“We could walk to the lift together.”
That’s a terrifically stupid idea. I give my head another shake. I can see from the way her shoulders slump that she doesn’t care for my response.
“See you in the morning.”
Unfortunately.
I refuse to let myself watch her dress. What just happened can’t happen again. I can’t let myself get attached to her. It was a moment of madness that’s all. Nothing good can come of something deep and meaningful blossoming between us—absolutely nothing. The last thing I need to be feeling when we play for Callahan is guilt that I might be robbing her of the chance of a lifetime.
Dressed, she plants herself right before me. Too close for comfort, but not nearly as close as I actually want her.
“Are you going to say anything at all to me?” she asks,
What’s to say?I respond with silence.
“Fair enough, but just in case you happen to think of something.” She writes her phone number on my fore-arm, backwards and upside down, which is an accomplishment for definite.
“For what possible reason could I need this?” I’m pretending, trying to convince myself the taste I’ve had of her so far is enough.
She sees right through me. “The universe works in mysterious ways.”
“So what, you’re gonna have my back if we wake to the zombie apocalypse?”
She laughs and walks away. “I was hoping for a better bit than your back.”
“Big toe?” I respond. “A hand?”
I don’t get a reply. Instead, I hear the door to the function room swing closed, and I’m left staring at the numbers inked onto my arm, and resisting the urge to call right away.
-7-
Loveday Trevaskis
I’m a damned idiot. As if getting entangled with him and letting him fuck my breasts wasn’t stupid enough, I go and write my number on his arm. He’s supposed to be the enemy, the demon of darkness according to Jessie, but I confess I’m struggling to see Nathaniel Darke in that way. Oh, I dare say he has a fuck of a mean streak, but I can be a vicious bitch myself if the occasion demands, and there’s just something about him that grabs me by the vitals and reels me in. It’s not a single thing, and its nothing so shallow as his looks. Although, I won’t deny there’s plenty there to appreciate, what with his chartreuse-green eyes, cheekbones that you could ski off and hair that’s all fringe and spikes. It’s the whole maddening package.
I breathe deeply and realise I can smell his scent on me. Hardly surprising given he splattered me with his axle grease. I’ve never thought having a guy come on me would be such a turn on, but it was fucking hot watching him hump my breasts.
If we ever make a video forPerverted Tit Fucker, then we ought to get the Darke brothers to do cameos. Actually, what the hell, I’m good with it just being Nate humping my tits for three minutes. I reckon it’d go viral, and Bitch Slap would have ourselves a platinum disc within a week.
