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“That’s not helping your case the way you seem to think.”I slide my hands up to his shoulders, then up the sides of his neck to cup his face.There’s a smear of blood on his neck, but that’s a problem for later.“This is why I keep saying you need a keeper.”
He shakes his head.For a moment, he’s quiet.Looking up at the stars or something.
“You know, this reminds me a little of our first date.”
He’s right.The memory of him pressed against a building like this one while he writhed and moaned and people milled about not far from us?I can see it and taste it.
“That was a good night,” I tell him.“I think it was the hottest night of my life.”
“No, it wasn’t.”I’m pretty sure he’s blushing.It’s in his voice.
“I wouldn’t lie about something that important.In case you haven’t noticed, boo, I’ve gotten a little attached.”
There’s a kick in my chest at my admission.Not like I’ve hidden it, exactly, but saying the words out loud on top of getting whacked with a baseball bat has me feeling jumpy and exposed.
“That’s…” He shakes his head.“I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t need you to say anything.Just needed you to know the truth.Like I said, you need a keeper.You should also know I’ve appointed myself for the job.”
A quiet huff.“I don’t remember posting an opening.”
I slide my fingers into his hair.The thick, silky waves sliding between my fingers remind me more of that first night together when we went back to his house.When I threaded my fingers through his hair while he sucked my dick.While we showered together, I massaged shampoo into his scalp.I’d never showered with someone other than Jolene in my fucking life, and now I don’t want to be wet by myself ever again.
“You didn’t need to.I saw a need and took the initiative.It’s called filling a market gap.Business 201.”
Fallon chuckles, but then he stiffens.“What about all those other guys you’ve gone out with?”
Shit.I’m going to have to tell him the truth if Wes doesn’t step up soon.If I didn’t think it would hurt Fallon, I’d beat the truth out of his interfering brother.
“They were dinner dates.A little conversation.Nothing more.The only person I’ve been showering and having phone sex with is you.”
There’s a long-ass stretch of silence where I think I’ve lost him.He doesn’t speak.Doesn’t move.
He doesn’t ask me to take my hands off him either, though, so I don’t.So, I keep on stroking my fingers through his hair.And I wait.
“Okay, then,” Fallon sighs quietly.“Take me home, Keeper.”
Fuck yes I will.
ChapterThirteen
Fallon
For once,I’m not worrying about what I’ll do tomorrow.I let go of where things are going with PJ, or with my life.Things like if I’ll ever write again or when I’ll clean out Marina’s studio can wait for another time.
For now, I’m going to drink in the sight of this beautiful younger guy who has a smattering of freckles on his chest to match the ones on the bridge of his nose, who’s looking at me as if he wants to devour me whole.
It’s a nice feeling, honestly.Intoxicating.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as he stalks toward me.“I can’t get over how every part of you turns me on.That thick, wavy fucking hair, all those tattoos, the way you look like some sexy badass intellectual when you have your reading glasses on.Everything.”
He shakes his head and situates himself between my feet, helping me pull my shoes and pants the rest of the way off.Then my boxer briefs, which are blue this time.He swallows audibly as he pulls them off.
“Mmm.”He shakes his head again.Licks his lips.“Or maybe it’s the fact that this ass of yours looks like it’s carved out of fucking marble.”
“You’re such a liar.”
PJ drags me forward and moves my leg to one side, exposing one side of my ass.He grips a handful, then lands a smack that steals my breath.
