Page 63 of Scoreless Nights

“Just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean you can’t help him.”

Tripp smirked and finally looked my way. “This has nothing to do with how you feel about him.”

“Well that is offensive because the only reason I don’t like him is because Rhys doesn't like him. You should be a better friend to me.”

“What are you? Twelve?”

I smiled at him and winked, then turned back to my task. I hadn’t had any calls or texts from Lily and I was anxious to get home and see how her interview went. But I also knew I needed to let Tripp tell me whatever he needed to get off his chest.

“What does he want help with?”

“I don’t know if I should say.”

“Is it illegal? Does he want you to shove drugs up your ass?”

“No,” Tripp laughed again. “I mean, it's a little twisted, but nothing like that.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“Guess I’m gonna steal his girl, just like he asked me to do.”

My head whipped back to him, and my eyes almost fell out of my head. “What?”

“It's complicated,” Tripp sighed, then stood and walked away.

I looked over to Rhys to see if he heard anything that Tripp had said, but he was on the phone, a dumb smile on his face telling me he was talking to Ash. His eyes found mind for a second and he nodded at me, wondering what I needed. But I waved him off, not thinking Tripp’s gossip was worth interrupting his call.

Plus, it was time to get back to my own girl.

Not my girl.

But mine.

Fuck.

* * *

Walking in, I found Lily on the floor, stretching. Fuck she was gorgeous. And the way her eyes lit up and she smiled as I walked closer, made my heart flip around in my chest.

“How are you feeling?” I winked, wondering about the status of her pussy before anything else.

“Good. Better than good.”

She was in a straddle position and I dropped down to my knees and crawled in between her spread legs. Kissing her came so damn naturally that I should have been scared, but I just brushed it off knowing that as long as she let me, I was going to keep kissing her.

Her hands came up and grabbed my face, and her tongue slipped into mine. I had a dozen more questions for her, but I figured I could ask those while I took her clothes off.

“How did the interview go?”

“Good!” She said excitedly then went back to kissing me.

“So you got an offer?”

“Nope. They passed.”

I pulled back and furrowed my brow, confused as to why she was upset with the other offer, and happy about not getting one today.

“Do you actually want one of these jobs you're interviewing for?” I pulled my shirt over my head, not letting our conversation deter me from fucking her again as soon as I could.

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