Page 62 of Frog

“So let me understand.” He squinted at me. “I wasn’t good enough, but a homeless drifter is. Explain to me how that makes any sense.”

I moved to walk around him, but he cut me off. And I understood. I really did. Cyrus Benning was a catch. He was beautiful and rich and smart and funny and just Prince Charming in the flesh. I would have tried to get him back if I lost him too. Fortunately for me, I was the one. I was the guy, his guy, the man he wanted to grow old with.

“Move, please,” I asked nicely.

“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “you’re what the fuss was all about. I can’t say I’m impressed.” He sneered at me. “Still riding bulls, cowboy?”

“Nope.” I smirked at him. “I only ride his cock now.”

Not the answer he was expecting.

His mouth fell open.

Cy gasped.

“Are we clear?” I wanted to make sure.

“Get the fuck out of our way before I kick your ass!” Cy yelled, slurring his words, on the verge, it seemed, of taking a swing at the guy.

I turned, grabbed Cy, threw him over my shoulder, and took the stairs easily even with his added weight.

Outside on the sidewalk, I started back toward where I had left the car.

“Put me down!”

“So that was the guy you slept with when I left last time, huh?”

“Weber Yates, put me down!”

“How the hell did he know I was a bull rider?” I asked as though he wasn’t screaming at me.

“Because I told him all about you just like I told every guy I ever dated all about you because you’re the love of my fucking life!”

“Why’re you mad?” I tried not to snicker.

“Because you just told that piece of crap that I fucked you and that was just between us!”

Well, now it wasn’t anyway because he had just yelled it to the whole block. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you care if I told him?”

“Because it’s private!” He was probably foaming at the mouth, he was so mad. “What we do in our bedroom is no one’s business but ours, and it was beautiful and amazing and nothing I would have ever shared with—”

“Calm down,” I said softly, patting his ass, my voice deep and low.

“I don’t want him to think about you like that, like he could fuck you, because only I fuck you!”

I stopped and put him down because he was still fuming and not losing any of his anger.

“I’m so pissed at you right now!” He was still snarling and yipping like a rabid dog.

“Don’t be.” I grinned before I grabbed him and pulled him close. “I like that you’re possessive of me, of us. It means a lot.”

When I bent to kiss him, he parted his lips for me eagerly, but I took my time, and when I lifted up just barely, not enough to be parted from the feel of his warm breath on my face, I noticed that his eyes were open.

“You’re supposed to close your eyes when I kiss you.”