by J. Daniels
I nod.
“You did it everywhere?” she probes, lifting an eyebrow.
I nod, again. No reason to verbalize this humiliation.
Her smile grows even more. “Hot.”
Mia begins fanning her face, and then downs the rest of her iced tea. “Wow. I had no idea Reed was so creative in the bedroom.”
“He was really creative in the kitchen,” I softly add.
Mia’s eyebrows hit her hairline. Tessa nods appreciatively.
I take a bite out of my pickle, chew it up, and then elaborate when their eyes encourage me.
“There was a lot of honey involved.”
Mia stands with her empty glass in her hand. “I need a refill. I’m having a major hot flash.” She heads for the refrigerator, leaving me alone with a very pleased looking Tessa. It’s as if she’s the one who had the sex of her life two days ago.
She crosses her arms over her chest and settles back in the chair. “No wonder Reed’s ducking us. He’s probably losing his mind knowing he’s been with you and can’t remember any of it. I bet he’s going crazy.”
I lower my eyes. “He regrets it.”
“Says who?”
Looking up at Tessa, I see the harsh frown she’s giving me. I wait for her to explain. She waits for me to inquire. We both open our mouths at the same time, but our words are halted by the sound of the front door opening.
Several deep voices follow. I look to my left as three men step into the kitchen. Three large men. Three very, very attractive men. All in police uniforms.
Good Lord. If I wasn’t already having a difficult time with shit lately, now I get handed the task of not staring at men who look like they could easily be cast in Magic Mike 2? Did I murder a litter of puppies in another life or something?
“Angel.” The biggest out of the three makes a direct line for Mia. “Give me that mouth.”
Mia blushes instantly. “Hey, babe.” She sets her glass on the counter and throws her arms around his neck. They share a brief, but hotter than hell kiss. “Come here. I want you to meet Beth.”
I realize then that I’m the only one left at the table. Tessa is shoving one of the other men against the wall by the refrigerator and assaulting him with her body. The other guy is standing in the middle of the floor, hands in his pockets, unsure of where to look with all the affection surrounding him. He settles his eyes on me and smiles.
I smile back.
He smiles bigger.
I quickly blink away before I give him my Reed smile.
Oh, great. Really? My Reed smile?
Mia walks up to the table with the big cop glued to her back. She drops her head back against his chest, then her eyes notice the man standing in the middle of the kitchen.
“Guys, this is Beth. She just moved here from Kentucky. Beth, this is CJ.” She tips her head in the direction of the man who was smiling at me, is still smiling at me, then wraps her hand around the bicep nearly crushing her. “And this is Ben, my husband, and Tessa’s brother. The one she’s got pinned down is Luke.”
CJ reaches across the table and takes my hand. He squeezes it gently. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
His deep auburn hair is cut short, resembling the hairstyle of the other two men. I assume that’s a job requirement. He has strong features, a square jaw, wide forehead, and sharp, angular cheekbones. His lips are thin, framing perfect teeth. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue. He’s handsome. Very, very handsome.
Ben offers me his hand, keeping his other arm wrapped around Mia. “Kentucky? What brought you here?”
I bring my hands back to my lap. “My momma passed away. I found out I had family here and moved in with them.”
“We met her through Reed,” Mia whispers, turning her head into Ben’s.
His face tightens, then recollection dawns on him. Two massive dimples dent in his cheeks.
“No shit,” he says, grinning wildly. Turning his head, he looks over at the wall covered in Tessa and Luke. “Hey, asshole. Did you meet Beth? She knows our boy Reed.”
“Hey.” Luke lifts his chin in my direction, but keeps his eyes on Tessa.
Ben straightens. “I said she knows Reed.”
“I heard you. Little busy right now,” Luke says, then groans against Tessa’s mouth, “What’s gotten into you?”
Ben bares his teeth. “The fuck? Stop having sex in my kitchen and get over here. You need to meet Beth, the girl Reed knows.”
I look from Ben, to Luke, to CJ, who hasn’t stopped staring at me, to Mia. She gives me a half a smile, then blushes two shades redder than Tessa’s hair. Oh. Ohhhhh.
Luke grabs Tessa’s face, kisses her hard, and then breaks away from her, leaving her whining behind him like he’s just denied her an orgasm. He steps up next to CJ and runs a hand over his buzzed hair. “Hey. So you’re the girl, huh?”
The girl? What girl? Reed’s girl? Is he calling me his girl?
I pinch my lips together through a shrug. I have no idea how to answer this question.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”
All eyes, including mine, dart to CJ. He’s staring directly at me with a lazy-smile, which gets knocked off his face when Tessa slaps the back of his head.
“What are you doing?” she angrily demands. “Were you not present during the introductions?”
He rubs the back of his head, then glares at Luke. “Reel your woman in, or I’ll toss her outside.”
“No, that’s a great idea.” Mia wiggles free of Ben’s arms. He immediately resumes his hold. She turns her head and stares at Tessa for several seconds. Tessa smiles, as if reading Mia’s unspoken words, then nods enthusiastically. Mia looks over at me. “We’re having game night here tomorrow. You should definitely come.”
“Baby,” Ben says against her cheek, his eyes burning holes into the side of her face.
CJ wraps his hands around the back of the chair he’s standing behind. “Yeah, you should,” he adds, nodding. “You should come.”
Mia brings her hand behind her and presses it against Ben’s mouth. “Really, Beth. Please come. It’s so much fun. I promise you’ll have the best time.”
I look around the room, gauging the faces staring down at me. Three of them smiling. Two of them looking like they have no idea what’s going on.
Maybe they aren’t in on game night?
“Okay,” I answer, watching as the girls high-five each other. I give CJ a quick smile, then turn back to the girls. “But I’m bringing something. I’m not showing up empty handed again.”
Tessa laughs, leaning her head against Luke’s muscly arm. “Bring whatever you want, Clapton. This is going to be amazing.”
“You two are crazy,” Luke says, grabbing Tessa and heading for the shrimp salad.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Ben says into Mia’s neck.
She shushes him and directs him toward the food. “Eat up, big man. You need your strength for later.”
He gives her a stunning grin over his shoulder. “Baby, you have no idea.”
I turn to CJ.
He smiles.
I smile.
Grabbing my half-eaten sandwich, I take a massive bite, preventing me from giving him what is so not my Reed smile.
Reed
IT’S BEEN THREE DAYS SINCE that cab pulled away from my house.
Three long, grueling, hand-stuck-on-my-dick days.
I haven’t seen Beth. Haven’t spoken to Beth. But that’s not stopping me from fucking thinking about her every other minute. New images keep filling my head of our night together, making my dick hard in the worst possible places. The job site. The grocery store. My parent’s house. I can’t take this shit much longer. It probably isn’t helping that my sheets still smell like her. That my house is still a fucking wreck, taunting me every time I walk through it. I’ve stripped the bed four times, moved furniture back in place. Not even five minutes goes by before I’m putting those same sheets back on and sitting
that goddamn chair back in front of the mirror in the kitchen.
Magic pussy, that’s what I’m blaming.
Magic fucking pussy.
I know I’m only making shit worse for myself. Burying my face in the pillow, inhaling that faint trace of sweet vanilla she left behind. Staring at that chair while I eat dinner and hoping it’ll trigger a memory. It’s like I’m in a goddamn trance, under Beth’s spell after three days of completely useless distance. I want to remember what we did, but I can’t imagine this shit getting any worse. And knowing all of it, every detail of her body, every place I touched her, fucked her, sucked her . . . I will lose my fucking mind with that information.
Grabbing the six-pack off the floor of my truck, I hit the lock on my key ring and head for the front door.
I need this tonight. I need something to break up my routine of getting off work and then getting off at home. Maybe I can convince Mia to have game night tomorrow too. I love my dick. I’d be devastated if I broke that shit off, but that’s exactly where I’m headed if I don’t find a better way to occupy my time.
I push the door open without bothering to knock. Voices boom from the kitchen, Tessa’s standing out over the others, which isn’t unusual. Everyone’s here already by the sound of it. Good. We can get this much needed distraction started.
I step into the kitchen and set my beers on the table. Ben’s the first person I see.
Standing at the end of the counter, he lowers the beer in his hand as his lips pinch together in a thin line. Tessa and Mia are talking behind him, not having noticed me yet. Ben nudges Luke with his elbow, and the two of them share a look before heading in my direction.
“What?” I ask as they step in front of me. I grab one of my beers and pop the top.
Ben speaks first. “This wasn’t our idea, man. Don’t do anything that’ll get your ass into trouble.”
I swallow, and turn to Luke, tipping my beer at Ben. “What is he talking about?”
Luke nods at my beer, his face just as tense as Ben’s. “You might want to shotgun that. Or put it down and get the hell out of here. We’ll cover for you.”
I whip my head between the two of them. What the fuck? “Is this part of game night? Have Reed try and guess what the hell you two idiots are getting at? Just say it, already. I suck at charades.”
The room goes quiet. I look over Ben’s shoulder, expecting to see Mia and Tessa looking at me, and they are. Both of them are wearing their biggest smiles, leaning on the counter, waving at me like they know something I don’t, which apparently is the running theme of the night.
I open my mouth to ask them what the hell is going on, but it all becomes clear when my eyes are drawn to Beth, standing next to CJ.
Standing with CJ. Together. Looking all comfortable and shit.
Beth fucking Davis. Here, in Mia’s kitchen, wearing the same dress she wore during our lunch together. The same fucking boots on her feet.
Making my chest tight. My dick hard. My mind a fucking scrambled mess.
What the fuck is she doing here?
A hand slaps me on the back of my head. Ben mumbles something about me being an asshole. I pull my attention off Beth and see the agitated glares being directed at me by everyone else in the room. Tessa is looking particularly murderous.
Fuck. I said that out loud?
I look at Beth, her big, brown eyes expanding and pinning me to the wall. Her lips pinched together in distress.
Fuck, I need to explain.
“I didn’t mean . . .” My teeth clench when CJ’s hand finds her lower back.
I look at him, ready to throw his ass out the nearest window.
He looks at me, lifting his chin into a friendly nod.
“What’s up, man? You know Beth?”
I narrow my eyes.
Do I know Beth?
Yeah, motherfucker. I know her more than you ever will.
“Well, everyone’s here. Why don’t we get game night started?” Mia grabs Beth’s hand, pulling her away from CJ and leading her toward my direction.
I could kiss that woman. Always having my back.
“Do you know how to play hearts, Beth?” Mia asks.
Beth looks at me briefly, then shakes her head as Mia pulls a chair out for her. She sits down at the opposite end of the table I’m standing at. “No, I don’t think so,” she says timidly.
Mia smiles. “That’s okay. CJ can show you.”
I have zero friends in this house.
CJ claims one of the chairs next to Beth. Mia takes the other. I debate on getting the hell out of here, but the second I see Beth staring at me across the table, looking just as fragile as she did standing in my bedroom, letting me know just by those eyes of hers that she had no idea I’d be here, I pick up my six-pack and carry it to the fridge.
Fuck it. What’s the difference between struggling to keep my hand off my dick at home and battling the same urge at Mia’s dinner table?
I take the last remaining seat at the table, putting me directly across from Beth. As Ben stands and deals out the cards, Tessa leans closer to me, chin resting on her hand, looking guilty as shit as the grin spreads across her face.
“Hey, buddy,” she whispers. “You doing okay over there?”
I slowly turn my head, my eyes narrowing. “You know something, don’t you?”
Tessa leans back, pops her gum through a smile, and picks up her cards.
Ben sits in his chair. “All right, we good? Beth, you know how to play now?”
Beth looks down at her cards, her thumb scraping across her bottom lip. “I think so. If I want to run, do I tell everyone I’m going to do it?”
Collective “no’s” fill the room, everyone except me offering their response.
Beth looks across the table, waiting, wanting the answer she hasn’t gotten yet. As if mine is the only one that matters to her.
Fuck. Is it? Is it the only one that matters?
Lowering my beer, I keep her gaze and slowly shake my head. She blinks several times, then looks back down at her cards.
I chug half my beer.
CJ laughs, slips his arm behind her, and rests it on the back of her chair. “No, baby. Don’t tell anyone what you’re planning on doing. Especially if you’re trying to run.”
Blood runs hot in my veins.
Baby?
“Baby?” I set my beer down and lean forward on my elbows. The room goes quiet. “What, you met her five minutes before I got here and you’re already giving her a fucking nickname? Or is the word Beth too difficult for you to remember?”
Confusion tightens CJ’s face. “What the hell’s up with you?” he asks gruffly, leaning back in his chair, keeping his fucking arm exactly where it is.
I grit my teeth, looking around at the six pairs of eyes on me. One set in particular feeling like they’re holding me by the throat and the balls.
You’re losing it. Losing. It.
“Nothing. Let’s play the damn game.” I lean back in the chair and pick up my cards, setting three aside to pass to Ben and taking the ones Tessa hands over to me. I then toss the two of clubs out in the center of the table, starting the game.
Ben takes his turn, then CJ. Beth seems unsure of what she can or can’t play, looking between her cards, then at the ones in the center of the table, back and forth repeatedly. She tosses a five of hearts on the stack.
“You can’t play that yet,” I tell her, reaching across the table and tossing her back the card. “Hearts can’t be broken on the first trick.”
“Oh. Right, yeah, I knew that.” She tucks the card back into her hand. Her eyes slowly lift to mine. “I don’t have any clubs.”
“You can play anything but a heart on the first trick,” Mia says, popping a grape into her mouth. “After hearts are broken you can play as many as you want.”
“A trick?” Beth frowns, studying her cards again. “What’s that again?”
CJ leans back and looks at her hand. He sets his cards down
. “We’ll play together, okay? Until you get the hang of it.”
I glare at CJ. “I think she can figure it out by herself. It’s not that hard.”
“Relax, man,” Ben mumbles next to me.
“What? We’re playing hearts, not bridge. She doesn’t need anyone holding her hand and walking her through it like she’s a fucking idiot.” I look directly into Beth’s eyes, the veins in my forehead threatening to burst. “Do you?”
She flinches. Her chin trembles. A hand covers her mouth. Her cards hit the table seconds before she’s pushing her chair back. “Excuse me,” she whispers, leaving the kitchen in a hurry.
I reach out to stop her, but a sharp sting cracks against my shin. “Ow, fuck.” I scowl at Tessa. “Did you just kick me?”
She shoves against my arm. “What is wrong with you?”
“Seriously, Reed,” Mia snaps, looking over my shoulder. “That was really rude. I think you hurt her feelings.”
“Because I don’t want CJ hanging all over her? Why the fuck is she even here?”
CJ stands from the table. “What is your problem, asshole?” He moves to follow after Beth.
Fuck that.
I get up in his face. “If anyone’s going after her, it’s going to be me. Sit the fuck back down and make sure everyone else knows what a trick is, since you’re so willing to help.”
“You know what, Reed? I’ve never had a problem with you, but right now, I’m real close to knocking your ass out.”
Ben’s at my back. “CJ, let him go after her. He’s the one who needs to apologize.”
“Nobody’s knocking anyone out.” Mia gets up from the table and pulls against CJ’s arm. “I just mopped the floor this morning.”
“I told you women this was a bad idea,” Luke says from his seat at the table. He leans back and takes a swig of his beer, then frowns at Tessa. “You get off on his misery, babe. It’s kinda fucked up.”
Tessa waves him off. “I do not. I’m helping Reed. He just doesn’t realize it yet.”
Ben steps back and allows me to pass. I look over at Tessa. “You’re helping me? How is this helping me?”