Page 63 of The Path to Loving Him
“And as for the lying, I mean, get over it, dude. She was protecting herself.” Hayes shrugs. “We all do it, and she didn’t think she would get the job. Also, are you really going to complain about the sex?”
“Yeah, are you?” Abel asks.
“He wasn’t complaining when he was thrusting inside me,” Gabby mutters, causing both Abel and Hayes to laugh.
I stare them down, letting them know that I don’t think it’s funny at all.
“Why don’t you just go take your shower?” I say, wanting her to leave.
“Sure . . . want to join me?” When I look at her, she wiggles her brows.
I don’t find it funny.
Not even in the fucking slightest because . . . yeah, I would love to join her.
I’d love to see the water sluice down her wet tits.
I’d love to press her up against the tile and tease her.
Tease her until she’s breathless, then I’d stop.
I’d torture her.
Edge her.
Make her watch me as I stroke myself over and over again until I come all over her beautiful body.
Abel shoves at my shoulder. “Yeah, why don’t you join her? We have no problem leaving.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I say in a murderous tone.
“Ooo, looks like we’re in trouble,” Abel says to Hayes.
“Yup,” Hayes says as he bites into his crust.
“Well, I’ll give you guys some privacy, then,” Gabby says. “Enjoy the lecture.” She takes off into the bathroom.
That’s when I turn to my friends, who are wearing smirks that border maniacal. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I knew he was going to open with that question,” Hayes says.
“Dude, me too,” Abel says, and to my dismay, they offer each other a fist bump.
“I’m going to fucking lose it on you.”
Abel rolls his eyes. “Ryland, chill. We’re just having fun. Maybe join in.”
“How can I join in when?—”
“When what?” Hayes asks. “A hot girl is asking for your attention? I know you feel wronged, but I’m having a hard time trying to figure out why this is so bad.”
“Same,” Abel says.
“She lied and used me,” I say, flummoxed that they don’t get this.
“It’s not like she told you a huge lie. She didn’t think she would see you again, so she fabricated a little lie to encourage the one-night stand. And well, I don’t blame her for not telling the truth right away about the coaching thing with the way you’ve been stomping around,” Hayes says.
“I agree,” Abel kicks in. “She probably didn’t want to deal with your grumpy ass.”
