Page 26 of Girl Going Nowhere

She smirks, smacking his hand away from her head. “Sounds like a really bad porno.”

His eyes light up mischievously as he leans in to tweak her nose. “Or a really,reallygood one.”

Dante sighs heavily but that’s it.

I catch Brodie’s eyes and glare.

Blake elbows him in the ribs and makes him grunt, putting space between them to ease the tension in my shoulders.

It’s obvious Brodie would hook up with Blake the second she gave him the go-ahead. I’ve seen both their eyes lingering way too long on each other. We’ve all stared at our pretty roommate—it’s hard not to. It isn’t often she returns any of the looks.

“So, what about the bet?” Brodie pries.

“You can’t bet a blow job,” she replies casually, gesturing toward her bottom half. “Because I’m going to win. So, no cock-sucking for you.”

Brodie groans at her mouth. “Babe, what have we said about you using that language around here?”

She bats her lashes innocently. “To do it more often so you have more things to jerk off to in the shower?”

Dante snorts this time, shaking his head as he finishes off his bottle of water.

My cousin chuckles, unfazed by our roommate’s quick retort. “That sounds about right. I’m running out of material to whack it to.”

I’m tempted to hit him with the pillow again but opt not to. “Quit it, dude. Nobody wants to hear about what you do with your dick.”

“Especially since we share a shower,” Dante agrees.

“Blake does. Right, Blake?”

She pats his chest. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, sure.”

I roll my eyes at them. “I’m going to do some work,” I announce, stretching my stiff arms.

Blake frowns at me. “It’s almost nine o’clock. Can’t it wait? We haven’t even found out who’s being unmasked yet.”

I’m not going to tell her the reason why I’m ditching them. But based on the gleam in my cousin’s eye, he knows damn well what he’s doing. “Yeah, I’m positive. Fill me in tomorrow about who goes home. But it’s definitely not the Demi imposter.”

“Ha!” Blake gloats to Brodie. “I’m not the only one who thinks it isn’t her.”

My cousin throws his hands up. “What happened to dicks before chicks?”

Instead of answering, I clap Dante on the back, flip Brodie off, and walk away with at least one set of eyes watching me up until my bedroom door clicks closed behind me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Blake

Iknow thesecond my eyes peel open that I’m not going back to sleep anytime soon. Groaning into the pillow, I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I put glow-in-the-dark hearts up there because it calmed Maia down when I used to let her sleep with me, even though my mother scolded me for doing it.

I’m not sure why I woke up this time. For almost a year after giving birth, I’d be too anxious to sleep—like at any second, something bad could happen to Maia if I wasn’t watching her. It took a long time to realize she’d be perfectly fine if I crashed for a few hours.

Still, that familiar jittery feeling fills my limbs making me too restless to lie here.

Slipping out of bed, I tug on a pair of shorts under my oversized tee and sneak out of my room. After checking on Maia, who’s dozing peacefully in her tiny room beside mine, I head toward the kitchen. I always have snacks stashed for times like these, with every intention of watching trash TV until I’m ready to go back to sleep.

What I don’t expect is a familiar face taking up the pull-out couch watching a late-night infomercial on the television.

“What areyoudoing here?” I hiss, not wanting to wake up my roommates. My feet are frozen to the floor as I stare at the tan-skinned man whose dick my hand was wrapped around thirty-thousand feet in the air.

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