Page 76 of Bend
Why couldn’t I stop wanting her?
By beer six, an appetizer, a passed hour, and my obsession avoiding me, I was pissed in both the British and American sense. I batted the newest empty bottle around the tabletop until Dex’s hand slapped down on it.
“We came here to drink, watch the game, and have a good time. Your moody, hyper sexed-up ass is fucking that up.”
“We also came to take a load off.”
“Not get a load off.”
I flipped him the bird. “Keep it up, and you aren’t coming with me. I’ll leave your ass with the bitch and the prissy boy.”
He smirked and passed me another beer. “Nah, you need me too much. I’m better looking.”
“Hell, no.”
“It’s true. The girls at the gym did a poll.” He flexed his muscles and grinned. Corn-fed Indiana farm boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Add in the body he spent too much time on and the tattoos, along with his ultra-friendly personality—he could be hotter than me. I’d never admit it to his ass though. It amazed me his girl put up with him.
“That’s because you’re always taking your shirt off and flirting with every female that walked in. Monica always got mad when I looked at another woman.”
“I still won.”
I shook my head. “I demand a recount.”
A shudder rippled through me right before Hope arrived at our table with our pizza in hand.
“She’ll settle this.” I pointed to her, shocking her enough to look up at me.
Her fucking doe eyes were a gut punch. I imagined them looking up at me with her mouth around my cock.
Dex shook his head. “Yeah, she’s not a good judge.”
“What?”
“Huh?” Her brow scrunched up, lost to the conversation I’d thrust her into.
Mmm, thrust.
My hips flexed, and I fought the incredible urge to touch her, to lean forward and lick her skin. Losing my inhibitions with her around was a bad combination.
Dex turned to her. “We’re having a debate on who’s hotter, but I already know who you’ll say.”
Her brow scrunched, and a clarity I hadn’t seen moved through her. “What does that mean?”
“Are you going to tell me you’d say me after the eye-humping that’s been going on between you two?”
Her mouth and eyes popped open as she stared at him. I wanted to give him shit for calling us out, but I’d become transfixed by her parted lips. The image of running my cock head against them before pushing into her hot mouth was squashed when she turned to me with an angry pout and attempted glare, then walked away.
“Thanks, man.”
He dished out a piece of pizza, grinning as he eyed it. “Truth is tough sometimes. Just seeing if your little obsession can handle it.”
I looked in the direction she went and sighed. “I don’t know if she can handle me.”
“There is that. You’re gonna have to fuck her before you can get to know her.”
I pulled a piece onto my plate and tossed some crushed red peppers on top. I sighed. “This didn’t turn out to be the relaxing night I’d hoped for.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “That’s ’cause your dick isn’t being touched by that girl of yours.”
