“What did they say?” I ask as Ranger lowers his lips to the side of my neck. As soon as he touches me with them, I lose it. A groan escapes me, and I end up arching my back involuntarily. That move puts his dick right between my cheeks.
“They said, it’s her choice.”
“No they didn’t.”
Ranger puts the phone in front of my face, and there it is.
The message is from Micah, but I figure they’re all together somewhere.
Ranger: Get here now, or I’m going to fuck your girlfriend.
Micah: What? What the hell, man? Are you serious?
I mean, we talked about this, and you said you didn’t want to date.
Shit, Spencer is freaking.
What’s Charlotte want?
It’s her choice.
Let us know that’s happening.
I stare at the messages until I’m practically cross-eyed.
“Shit.” My voice is ragged, barely human. Ranger kisses down the side of my neck, giving me goose bumps. His hand slides up my side and then underneath the front of the apron, kneading the bare flesh of my breast.
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you put that apron on,” he whispers, grinding himself against me. I lean into it, my head spinning with the sudden rush of hormones. My body wants one thing, but my heart … I’m not sure I can do this to Spencer. To the twins. Micah may have said it’s my choice, but … that doesn’t mean he wants me to do this. And he did say Spencer was freaking out.
Ranger’s other hand drops to my waist, and he leans his big body in close to mine, smelling like sugar and sweet things mixed with a little bit of leather.
“You know my secret now. I like cute shit—including you. With your stupid, hideous glasses, and your mop of ridiculous hair, and that mouth …”
“It was hardly a secret,” I choke out, closing my eyes. “You always blush when you see unicorns or kittens or—” A moan escapes me as he pinches my nipple and twists it just enough to make me see stars.
“You.”
He presses himself to my opening, and I lean back, encouraging the move, wanting to take him right here and now.
And then my brain snaps to, and I realize we can’t do this. Not like this. I have to see the others first, I just have to.
“Wait.”
Ranger pauses, and it’s a very questionable position we’re in. He’s almost … not quite …
“We can’t do this.”
He lets go of me like I’m on fire and steps back, turning away suddenly, breathing rapidly.
“Please get out of my room.”
This time, when he asks, I listen.
And then I run.Of course, I don’t run very far. Just until I find the guest room with the penis on the bed. Then I lock myself in, strip off the apron, and climb in an ice-cold shower. The shock of the water knocks the horny right out of me, and I’m shivering as I get out and dig around in the drawers and closet.
There’s nothing of Jenica’s in here. If this really was her room once upon a time, she’s been completely erased. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to wrap a towel around myself and go off in search of my clothes.
I only make it so far as the door, finding Spencer waiting there with my bra dangling from one of his fingers.
He looks pissed.
He steps into the room and kicks it closed behind him, flicking the lock and then tossing my clothes on the ground.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and he just stares at me with his intense turquoise eyes.
“If you mean is Ranger still alive, then yeah, for the moment he is. Maybe not for long. How was it?”
“Huh?”
“How was the sex?” Spencer stares at me blankly, and I blink back at him.
“We … didn’t have any. I mean, we got close, but we didn’t. I couldn’t do that to you.”
More staring.
He takes a few steps toward me and then pauses again, looking down into my eyes. When he reaches up and strips off the towel, I let him.
“I meant it, you know. I’m not scared of them or anyone else, Chuck.” Spencer pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. I’m wrapping my arms around his neck, digging my fingers into his silver hair. When he unzips his jeans, and thrusts into me, I forget to be reasonable.
We do something quick and messy and totally wrong in that guest bedroom, and fortunately for both of us, Spencer remembers to pull out just before he comes. That poor fucking towel …
We lay there panting for a minute before I get up and hit the shower again. This time, my clothes are waiting on the toilet when I come out, and I get dressed before I have to look at Spencer again.
He glances over at me, and at least has the decency to look chagrined.
