Page 12 of The C Agreement

Whatever.

I couldn’t wait to strip off her panties and shove my tongue in her cunt.

Because I had been around a lot of pussies, and from what I could tell, hers was by far the finest out there.

I put my vehicle in reverse and pulled out of Rayne’s driveway, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

After the disaster at dinner, I had canceled my “date” for the night, and I tried to stay away from Rayne and give her time to cool down.Ineeded to give myself a chance to cool down.

But after several hours with my blood pressure still through the roof, I threw on some clothes and drove over to her house. I had considered messaging or calling her, but after the way she hadn’t let me speak at the restaurant, I figured I might as well not waste time since she was probably going to ignore me.

I only planned to tell her that she was wrong in her assumption of me, but as I drove over, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had confessed to me. Her ex-boyfriend telling her she was bad in bed definitely hadn’t helped her self-esteem when it came to her body, and if I didn’t help her, who would?

Nobody?

Some asshole who only wanted to take advantage of her?

The farther I drove, the more I considered helping her. And while I might have to set aside some of my sexual needs for the next month, this way, I would still be able to have sex, and I would get to open Blaze, like I’d been wanting to do for years.

I had gone over there with the best intentions. Or at least, semi-good ones.

But I had been upset and horny, and when she wouldn’t let me say what I needed to say, I’d instinctively reached out and put my hand around her throat.

I’d known Rayne since she was young, and I knew how strong of a person she was. She had put up with a lot of bullying during her school years, yet she had graduated with great grades and gone to college, then law school. I had fully expected her to drop-kick me when I touched her. But it appeared Rayne had a good-girl complex.

And I loved me a good girl.

“Fuck,” I grumbled and hit Beau’s name on my speed dial.

“Hello?” his groggy voice answered.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.

Shit.

“Sorry, man. I lost track of time.”

“It’s fine. No work tomorrow. What’s up?”

“I thought about your bet.”

I hadn’t given an answer because Rayne had taken off just as Beau and Em were coming back to the table. And since I’d promised not to tell them Rayne’s reason for her relationship ending, I couldn’t tell them anything that had happened after she confessed that her ex told her she was bad in bed.

Not that I would ever tell my best friend that his little sister had offered to be my fuck buddy for the next month so that not only could I win the bet, but so that she’d be a hot lay too.

Yeah. That wasn’t ever going to fucking happen.

So, I had made up some bullshit, saying that Rayne suddenly had to go, and went to pay the bill. Then, I had gotten out of there before Beau could ask any more questions about his sister or what she had said to me before leaving. I could string some bullshit along when it helped with my job, but not when it came to my best friend. He knew me too well and for far too long.

Beau chuckled. “Since it sounds like you’re driving, I’m going to go with, you’re not going to take me up on the bet. Or you already lost.”

I shot the phone a scathing look, as if it were my actual friend. “Neither, shithead. And, Jesus Christ, I haven’t done two chicks in one night in years.”

“Is that because you’re old or because your dick is starting to shrivel up from too much use and abuse?”

“If my dick is shriveled, so is yours since you can’t seem to keep it out of your wife.”

“Do you blame me?”

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