Page 76 of Nothing to You
“You think I’m equal to all living things?”His laugh was a blast of incredulity.“Sweetheart, I am the center of the fucking universe.”
“Damn,” Lilya said.“Now I want to punch him.”
She sighed.“Unfortunately, I want to jump him.”Her fist met her chin to catch the weight of her head.“He comes to heel so quick for pussy.”
The heat in his playful, arrogant eyes rose with the slant of his lips.
“And that’s our cue.”
“No!”she said, grabbing Roxie’s hand before she could stand.“You’re leaving tomorrow.Damn champagne and caviar.”
Glaring at Rourke didn’t lessen his swagger.“And cock.You prioritize the Cs.Champagne, caviar, cock, and coffee.”
“Not necessarily in that order, but for maybe the first time ever, you might just be right, Boy Scout.”
A phone rang in the kitchen.
Jane jumped up.“Oh, I—”
“Go on, honey.”Roxie’s calm permission prompted Jane to rush inside.“And she believed there was a chance she wasn’t crazy in love with him.”
“I’m desperate to meet this Knox and Kintyre too.He seems saintly,” she said, crossing her legs beneath the table.“Unlike some people at this table.I have no idea what you two talk about, if he’s so perfect and you’re so not.”She drew her eyes off Rourke to focus on the others.“Though Hotshot isn’t the only one at this table with explaining to do.”
Roxie, Zairn, and Lilya got the evil eye next.
“What did we do?”
“No one told me that my Boy Scout was related to wealth and beauty.”
“You’re obsessed with my brother,” he muttered.
“Dyce,” Zairn said.“You didn’t tell her?”
“Uh, you didn’t tell me, Casanova.I didn’t know they were related.Who’s older—wait, how do they have different last names?Oh, was there a sexy, salacious affair?”
“Rourke’s mom married Dyce’s father.”
“Stepbrothers,” Roxie said and looked at Lilya.“Did you know?”
“No, but being honest, it’s not the kind of thing I would ask either.Zach and I don’t spend a lot of time talking about Rourke’s family… or Rourke in general.”
Their host clucked his tongue.“That’s ‘cause you’re busy making babies, Sweet Thang.”
“Insult the woman one more time and I’ll use my teeth tonight,” she threatened his smirk.
“Your fangs?Better than your talons.”
“I like leaving scars.Deep, deep scars.”
“On my heart, Babycakes.You can have that; I’m keeping my cock.”
“That’s unfair,” she grumped.“It’s the only part of you that works… and the only part of you I like… sometimes.”
“All the time, baby, don’t kid yourself.You want it.”
“Your cock?Yeah, and I’d want it more if it wasn’t attached to you.I guess God had to give you something to work with, or you’d never have a chance of touching a woman in my league.”
Roxie laughed.“Neither of you can help yourselves!”Her eyes met her fiancé’s.“Is that what we sound like?”
