She laughed in disbelief. “And I don’t get a say in it?”
Oh boy. Annoyance and anger had stained her cheeks red and her eyes glittered like bright blue diamonds. She looked really fucking hot when she was pissed off. Then again, it was probably impossible for her to not look hot. Hell, she turned him on by breathing.
Fuckin’ universe.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Cash cursed under his breath. “I know, okay? This sucks. Three days ago, I wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes off and—well, and you know. But three days ago, you were Jen, the amazing girl I met at the Tavern.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m still Jen.”
“Yeah—Jen, Carson’s sister,” he said unhappily. “Which means you’re off-limits now.”
She arched one blonde eyebrow. “You’re seriously going to blow me off because you’re scared of my brother?”
“Yes. And I ain’t too manly to admit it—your brother scares the shit outta me.”
“Wow.” She shook her head in amazement. “You’re breaking up with me and we weren’t even dating.”
He narrowed his eyes as a thought occurred to him. “As I recall, you said you don’t date military men.”
“Date them? No. But I’m not averse to sleeping with them.” She smiled faintly. “Come on, cowboy, you know you want to.”
Hell. He was in hell. No, scratch that—he was in the Garden of Eden, and Jen was dangling the forbidden apple under his nose.
He licked his suddenly dry lips. “I can’t. I promised Carson I’d behave. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s ridiculously protective when it comes to you.”
“He’s overprotective. And just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean he can dictate who I spend time with.” She went quiet for a beat. “So Carson gets to dictate your life too now?”
“It’s guy code,” he muttered. “You don’t mess around with your friend’s sister, especially when that friend tells you not to. And especially when that friend isn’t just a friend, but also your lieutenant. I made him a promise, Jen.”
“You kind of already broke it. We almost had sex in a coatroom, remember?”
His cock twitched at the memory. He briefly closed his eyes, then opened them to pin her with a firm stare. “I promised Carson to behave,” he repeated. “And I’m a man of my word.”
She smirked. “You really think we can live together and be able to keep our hands off each other?”
No.
He dismissed that deviant burst of cynicism and gathered up some willpower. He was a grown man—surely he could respect his friend’s wishes and keep his goddamn pants zipped. Jen might be appealing as hell, but he’d met her only three days ago. His friendship with Carson trumped three measly days.
Steeling himself against her mocking blue eyes, Cash smirked right back at her. “I’ve got great discipline, sweetheart. I think I can keep my hormones under control.”
“Really.” She slanted her head. “What if I told you I like to walk around naked?”
The appealing image caused saliva to fill his mouth. Gulping, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Then I’d politely ask you to put on some clothes.”
“What if I sleepwalk in the middle of the night—naked—and wind up in your bed?”
“Then I’d carry you to your bed, tuck you in, and go back to my room.”
“What if I want to sit in the living room and watch porn? Naked,” she added.
He shrugged. “I’d read a book in my room until you’re done, then come out and watch football.”
She looked frazzled. “You sound very confident in your ability to resist my charms.”
“Discipline,” he reiterated.
“Is that a challenge?”
Aw, hell. This entire discussion was treading on dangerous territory.
“I won’t deny I’m attracted to you, but I won’t act on the attraction. That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, though.”
Friends? Christ, he was grasping at straws here. His dick was so hard it had started to tent in his pants, and Jen’s gaze, of course, immediately dropped to his crotch.
“Friends,” she echoed, her eyes twinkling.
He willed his semi to subside. “Why don’t I show you to your room?” he suggested, desperate for a distraction. “You can unpack, and then maybe we’ll grab some lunch or something.” AKA, get the hell out of the apartment before he jumped her bones.
Her mouth tightened in a resigned line. “Fine. I’ll unpack. But I don’t want lunch. I’m kind of pissed off and the only thing that’ll improve my mood right now is Choctastic Verryberry Swirl.”
He gave her a blank stare.
“It’s an ice cream flavor. There’s a place a few blocks from here that sells it.”
“You want to go out for ice cream,” he said, perplexed.
“Yes.” Those delicate eyebrows lifted in another challenge. “That’s what friends do, no? Go out for ice cream, have a friendly conversation, walk down the sidewalk while keeping a respectable friend distance between each other.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what friends do,” he said lightly. “Come on, your new room awaits.”
They were two steps to the hallway when his phone rang. Sliding it out of his pocket, he glanced at the display and saw Dylan’s number flashing on the screen.
He was about to ignore the call, but Jen stopped him. “Answer it. I think I can manage unpacking by myself.”
Frustration gathered in his chest as she flounced off. He brought the phone to his ear and said, “Hey, man. Now’s really not a good time.”
“Why? Are you washing your hair?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Dylan laughed. “Seriously, why do you sound so weird?”
“I’m about to take my new houseguest out for some Choctastic Verryberry Swirl.”
“I don’t know what that means. Is that a code?” Dylan paused. “Are you being held hostage and this is your way of signaling me? Blink twice for yes.”
“How’s that going to work? You can’t see me, asshole.” Cash shook his head, unable to contain his amusement. Life was never boring with Dylan Wade around. “And I’m not being held hostage. I really am going out for ice cream with my new roomie.”
“O’Connor moved out?”
“Short-term. He’s giving up his room so Carson’s sister has a place to stay.”
“The LT’s sister is staying with you?” Dylan sounded mystified. “Why?”
“Long story.” He shot a quick look at the empty hallway, then lowered his voice. “This is bad, man. Like really, really bad.”
“Oh, I get it—total cockblock, huh? You can’t exactly bring chicks home and parade them in front of the LT’s sister.” Dylan made a sympathetic noise. “And speaking of chicks, did you ever find that girl’s number? The one you met at the bar this week?”
A hysterical laugh bubbled in his throat. “It’s her.”
“It’s who?”
“Carson’s sister. She’s the girl from the bar.”
A beat of silence, and then his friend began to laugh. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Cash said glumly.
“That’s awesome. See, I told you everything would work itself out.”
“This isn’t awesome. It’s a total fucking disaster.”
“Uh, didn’t you tell me how badly you wanted to hook up with her?” Dylan reminded him. “And now she’s crashing at your place. Dude. Forget about the ice cream and bang her instead.”
“I can’t.”
“Okay, I have to ask this again—are you being held hostage? This whole conversation is confusing me.”
“I can’t sleep with her. Carson said she’s off-limits.” He sighed. “The threat of drowning may have been involved too.”
A soft whistle filled the line. “The LT threatened to drown you?”
“Yep.” Cash chewed on the inside of his cheek. “But he was yanking my chain, right? He probably w
ouldn’t care if I hooked up with his sister, right?”
“No, he really will kill you,” Dylan said matter-of-factly. “Trust me. One time he caught me flirting with Holly and threatened to clock me if I ever did it again. But you know me, I totally did it again. It took two weeks for the swelling in my eye to go down.”
“Wait, you got that shiner from Carson? You told us some loser sucker-punched you at a bar.”
“I lied.” Dylan’s normally lazy voice turned serious. “If Carson said hands-off, then listen to him. You know what they say about playing with fire…”
“Yeah, yeah, you get burned.”
“No, you get drowned.” With a hearty laugh, Dylan hung up.
6
Un-freaking-believable.
Jen snuck a sidelong look at Cash as he parked his SUV at the curb in front of the ice cream parlor. The entire ride over, he’d been making idle conversation and acting like they were nothing but a pair of buddies going out for ice cream.
It was disconcerting to realize that he hadn’t been kidding about keeping things platonic between them. Not that she was some sex-crazed nympho who couldn’t keep her pants on, but come on. Their chemistry at the Tavern had nearly set the place on fire. And she hadn’t missed the tent situation under his pants earlier—an entire Boy Scout troop could’ve camped under there.
At least he wasn’t denying the chemistry between them. His admission that he wanted her had been a definite ego boost…until he’d announced that he wouldn’t be acting on that attraction.
Because of her brother.
And you’re surprised because…?
True. Why was she surprised? Carson had been doing the whole macho big-brother bullshit her entire life. He’d scared away more potential boyfriends than she could count. He’d ruined her first kiss by bursting onto the porch, pulling Ben Sampson off her mid-liplock, and ordering Ben to keep his tongue in his own mouth. And who could forget prom night, when Carson guaranteed she wouldn’t lose her virginity by informing her date of all the ways he could kill a man thanks to his military training.
And then when she’d finally lost her virginity to Kyle Parker, Carson was the one who sent Kyle running by giving him a speech about condoms and threatening to drown him if he knocked her up.
To drown him. Who threatened to drown people, for Pete’s sake?
And now her brother had gotten to Cash, the only man who’d ever managed to arouse her by merely breathing. Cash’s military status squashed any notion of something long-lasting between them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t indulge in a little fling as long as they were living together. She got the feeling that sleeping with Cash would be a whole new experience, an introduction to the kind of sex she’d always craved—wild, passionate, uninhibited.
But Carson had officially thrown yet another wrench in her love life.
“So you weren’t kidding the other day when you mentioned a crazy ex,” Cash remarked.
“I never kid about stalkers,” she said glumly.
A bell dinged as they walked through the door of the ice cream parlor. Jen made a beeline for the counter and ordered without glancing at the menu posted on the wall. “Two scoops of Choctastic Verryberry Swirl in a waffle cone,” she told the pimply-faced kid who greeted her. “And a to-go gallon of the same flavor.”
Cash whistled. “As your friend, I should warn you that all that ice cream can’t be good for your figure.”
She bestowed him a sweet smile. “As the woman you refuse to sleep with, I should tell you that my figure is none of your concern.”
The kid behind the counter coughed and averted his eyes. “Um. What can I get you?” he asked Cash in a squeaky pubescent voice.
“Double scoop of rocky road. Waffle cone.”
After they paid for their cones and stepped outside, Jen headed for the wooden bench out front, but Cash took her arm and led her back to the SUV. “We’ll sit in the car,” he announced.
“We can’t eat ice cream in your air-conditioned car, cowboy. You’re supposed to eat ice cream outside, where it’s hot and sunny so the cold ice cream hits the spot.”
Unfazed, he dragged her to the passenger door. “Considering your knowledge of obscure ice cream flavors, you probably come to this place a lot. Which means Psycho McGee probably knows that. Which means he might be lurking in the bushes. Ergo, get in the frickin’ car.”
Lord, his hand felt like a steel band around her forearm. This man was strong.
More than a little annoyed at being manhandled, Jen reluctantly got in the SUV, frowning when Cash slammed her door and rounded the vehicle. He slid in next to her without a word and focused on his waffle cone.
Her gaze followed the movements of his tongue. Gosh, look at him go. Lick. Swirl. Flick. Her thighs clenched together as she imagined that tongue working between her legs with the same focused precision.
Plop.
She squeaked when something cold landed between her breasts. Great. Her ice cream was melting.
A second later, Cash shoved a paper napkin in her direction.
Shrugging away his hand, she curved her lips in an impish smile. “I got it.” Then she dipped her finger into her cleavage, swiped at the ice cream and brought her finger to her mouth.
Cash made a hissing sound as she licked her finger clean.
“So out of curiosity, how many female friends do you have?” she asked.
His expression turned stony. “None. How many stalkers do you have?”
“Just the one,” she said cheerfully. She licked the side of her cone before another drop of melting ice cream slid off.
From the corner of her eye, she saw that the tables had turned. Cash was now watching her, his vivid blue eyes glued to her mouth. Deciding to milk it for all she was worth, she licked her ice cream until she heard that sexy little hissing sound again.
She met his eyes. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” he said stiffly. “So…uh…how’d you hook up with Psycho McGee anyway?”
“He came into my store to buy his mother a locket.” She lapped at the top of her cone, then rubbed her lips over the cold cream. “Gosh, this is so good. Wanna taste?”
Licking her lips, she stuck out her cone.
Cash stared at it as if it carried the Ebola virus. “No thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, shrugging as she went back to diligent licking.
The temperature in the SUV spiked. The sound of crunching filled the air as Cash polished off his cone with impressive speed. The second he swallowed the last bite, he wiped his hands and mouth with a napkin and abruptly started the engine.
“That was fun,” he said in an overly cheerful voice. “We should do this again sometime.”
She rolled her eyes as he practically burned rubber pulling away from the curb. So he didn’t enjoy a little harmless teasing. Too bad, because he deserved it. It bugged her how he could so easily give in to her brother’s demands. That he was actually willing to shove her in the friend zone all because his commanding officer told him to.
As frustration boiled in her belly, Jen focused on her cone, wishing she weren’t so damn attracted to the man sitting beside her. But he was just so…sexy. And he smelled terrific—the scent of his woodsy aftershave kept wafting into her nose and giving her a head rush.
“Four months,” Cash finally said, bringing the conversation back to Brendan. “When did you realize he was nuts?”
“After he started texting me every hour.” She shook her head, the arousal in her body fizzling as memories of Brendan crept in. “And if I didn’t respond, he’d call and demand to know where I was and what I was doing.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Yeah, real fun. Clingy and possessive are deal-breakers for me when it comes to relationships.”
“No kidding.”
“Once he showed me that side of himself, I knew I had to end it, so when he told me he was being transferred, it gave me the perfect opportunity to break it off. He tri
ed convincing me to have a long-distance relationship, but I held my ground and told him it was over.”
“And he didn’t take it too well,” Cash filled in.
“Nope. He caused a huge scene at the restaurant, cursing and yelling, which was embarrassing as hell, by the way. I figured he’d cool down in a few days and get over it, but he didn’t. He started sending me long, desperate emails, and lots of texts and DMs begging me for another chance. He had flowers delivered to my apartment every day for a week. Finally I called him and told him to stop, making it clear that it was over.” She paused. “He didn’t like that one bit.”
Cash’s jaw went stiff. “Carson said he attacked you.”
“He grabbed me,” she admitted. “I was at a club with my friend Tessa and he followed us there. When we were leaving, Tessa was on the sidewalk hailing a cab, and Brendan just appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed my arm and begged for another chance, and when I told him to leave me alone, he shook my shoulders and started yelling.” She couldn’t help but grin. “I kicked him in the balls and dove into the cab.”
“Good girl.” Cash’s eyes glimmered with approval.
“And I spent the night at Tessa’s. That sweet cabbie actually walked us to her door and made sure we locked it after him.”
She popped the last piece of waffle cone into her mouth and chewed slowly. “The next day, Brendan showed up at the jewelry store with flowers and apologized. I told him for the hundredth time that it was really over, and he seemed to accept it. But he kept up with the emails and texts, which only got angrier and creepier. Then he started leaving me handwritten notes in my mailbox.” Her chest tightened with anger. “But the last straw was breaking into my apartment. Did Carson tell you about the rose petals?”
Cash nodded.
“How freaking creepy is that?”
She still remembered the fear shuddering through her veins when she’d walked through the door and found the trail of crimson petals. Rather than following it to her bedroom, she’d raced into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife. Then she’d called the cops and her brother, and waited out in the hall until help arrived. Fortunately, the apartment had been empty, save for the roses and the chilling note Brendan had left on her pillow. She ended up spending the night with Carson and her sister-in-law, and the next morning Carson drove her to the station to file the restraining order.
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