“Not much to tell.”
“Oh, there’s plenty. You just don’t want to.”
Correct.
I shrug. “I moved here three years ago from a small town, and I’ve never looked back. I like pizza, coffee, wine, gin, clothes, and summers spent in pub gardens. I hate arrogant men,” I say, looking directly at Kent.
Kent smirks. “You keep telling yourself that, babe.”
Toby slaps Kent’s arm with the back of his hand. “You definitely don’t want this arrogant prick, Savannah. I’m much more of a gentleman.”
“I just watched you trying to bed your best mate’s sister,” I reply flatly. “Doesn’t exactly scream gentleman. You’ve not even offered to take her out.”
Toby sits back in his seat, mouth popping open a fraction.
“Yeah, she talks back,” Kent mutters, lifting his eyebrow at his mate.
I smile because I’m starting to. Slowly, Kent is bringing me back, and I’m not sure what that means. If it even means anything. Maybe he’s just the one to piss me off enough to snap me out of my funk.
I’ve missed having a group of friends like Kent has. In my teens, I was surrounded by people. Becoming a shadow was my choice, but I never realised how much I’d faded until I saw people carefree, and I started behaving like the old me.
I’m basically a sixty-year-old woman.
Toby flicks his index finger up in the air. “I said I wanted to marry Heidi, not just sleep with her.”
“You said that to wind Kent up. I bet you’ve never even had a girlfriend before.”
“I’ve never had a girlfriend, but at least I’ll have more than one night with a woman.”
I don’t need to ask, but I do anyway. “Who can’t have more than one night?”
“Kent. He thinks they’ll get attached if you spend too long with them,” Max says, injecting himself into the conversation.
“I don’t see how that’s possible,” I tease, grinning at Kent.
Max chuckles and points at Kent. “The lady has a point. You’re hardly a catch.”
“Why are you two talking about my love life?” Kent grunts.
“Spending two nights with a woman isn’t going to make them fall in love with you. It doesn’t make sense to me,” I say.
“Hmm, interesting. Why do you think he has only one night then?” Max asks.
“Micro penis?”
Max throws his head back and laughs at the same time Kent bellows, “What the fuck, Savannah?”
I grin triumphantly.
“I do not have a micro penis. I’ll show you right now!” His hand reaches down to the zipper on his jeans.
“Whoa!” Heidi flails her arms. “You keep that in your jeans.”
“Savannah, follow me to the restroom,” Kent snaps.
“Absolutely not,” I say the words, but I don’t think I put enough disgust into them. Mostly because I don’t totally hate the idea of being somewhere private with him. Unless he’s in a shitty mood. If he’d asked that after the restaurant incident, I probably would have gone.
He makes eye contact, and it’s the kind that hooks me and demands I don’t look away. I lick my dry lips, and Kent’s chest puffs. Okay, that wasn’t meant to be teasing, but I’ll take it.
“Are you ready to hit on someone in here?” I ask.
He watches me for a second before replying, “Yeah, you.”
Laughing, I shake my head. He’s persistent; I’ll give him that. It feels really nice, having someone chase me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt desired. A bloody long time.
“Fine.” His head dips, and he whispers, “Which woman do you want me to talk to while you sit here and watch, getting wetter and wetter until you’re begging for my cock?”
I bite my lip. Why is this so hot?
“Any. I don’t care. And it’s going to be you doing the begging.”
He leans back, shrugging. “I’ll do it now if it’ll work.”
“Go, Kent!”
With a wink, he gets up and walks to the bar. I don’t miss the bulge in his jeans.
Every encounter with Kent, whether good or bad, is foreplay. I know I’m not supposed to have one-night stands, but that rule seems so stupid now. But I don’t know how I’ll feel the morning after, and I vowed to never allow a man to hurt me again, not if I can help it anyway.
Kent screams heartbreak.
I watch him, feigning interest in the conversation Heidi, Toby, and Max are holding, but I have no idea what they’re saying.
Kent stops by a woman, and she does a double take. She obviously likes what she sees because she twists her body and arches her back, so he gets a better view of her cleavage. Obviously, he picked the woman with big boobs.
Mine aren’t big.
Kent steps closer, but I notice that he makes sure I can clearly see his profile, so right now, I’m still on his mind. The woman, who I decide I don’t like, laughs, throwing her head back.
I bet whatever he said wasn’t that funny. He’s not a fucking comedian, love.
Still, he has her eating out of the palm of his hand even while his eyes flick back to me.
He moves closer again and touches her arm. That’s like throwing a bucket of cold water on a flame. My stomach churns. There wasn’t supposed to be touching. Okay, I’m definitely enjoying it less now that there’s been physical contact. It was hot, knowing that she wanted him and he was trying to get into my pants, but he’s making it seem like she can have him.
His eyes move to me again, and a frown pulls across his forehead. I look away as ice settles in my stomach. This isn’t fun anymore. It was much better when it was just a fantasy. I guess some things shouldn’t be acted upon.
I run my fingers down the stem of the oversize gin glass. Why did I ever think that was a good idea?
He’s made me lose my mind. I’ve not been this stupid in forever. Coming here tonight was a mistake.
I’m such an idiot.
“At what point did that experiment fail for you?” Kent whispers in my ear.
My breath catches. I turn my head, and yep, he’s back.
“Well …” I say, composing myself. He came back. My heart leaps. He came straight back for me. I take a breath to calm the thudding in my chest. “About the time you got hands on.”
Kent smirks. “Noted.” He sits back and grabs his beer.
Oh. He thinks I’m jealous. I did sound jealous just then. But I’m not. I mean …
God. I’m jealous, and he came back because he knew that.
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Kent
Toby slaps my back, and that’s when I realise I’m still looking at Savannah.
I honestly think we should just sleep together and get all this sexual tension out of the way. She was jealous when I was talking to that woman. I was turned on, thinking about her watching me chat up someone else. In my head, I thought, when I came back to Savannah, she would be so horny, she would jump me.
However, I’m more than happy with how things turned out. Savannah is jealous.
“You good, bro?” Toby asks, grinning like a fucking prick.
“Fine,” I spit.
I wish he would go back to trying to hit on my sister. Heidi would never go there. Plus, Toby is only after one thing, which Heidi isn’t into. At least, I damn hope not.
“I’m sure she doesn’t really think you have a micro penis,” he replies. “You could always send her a dick pic if Heidi’s getting all precious about not wanting to see it, too.”
Heidi slaps Toby’s arm. “Precious? Would you want to see your brother’s penis?”
I turn my body, so they’re more behind me.
Savannah is smiling and looking around the table. I don’t think she has anyone besides Heidi. So far, she’s fitting in with my friends, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Who am I kidding? I like it.
“Right. I think I’ve done enough small talk for now,” Max says. He gets up and walks into the crowd on the dance floo
r.
“What was that?” Savannah asks.
“He’s done talking to the group and going to look for a lady friend.”
She rolls her pretty grey eyes. “I should have guessed. Is that what you all do?”
Yes.
“Not always.”
“Not always? Sometimes, you don’t feel like finding the girl you’re bedding once?”
Leaning closer to her, I smile. Shit, I can smell her hair from here. “Tonight, I’m all yours.”
I sit back to see her response. Her lips part.
God, it does not help me wanting to fuck her when I know she wants me as well. I don’t know if she would agree to one night. I’m thinking not.
She recovers her shock and adjusts the strap of her dress over her shoulder. “You wish.”
Yeah, actually, I do.
“You’re going to deny you want to be under me?”
Lifting a single eyebrow, she shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I’m not a one-time kind of girl.”
Damn it.
“What’s wrong with a one-night stand?”
“Nothing, if you want a one-night stand.”
Savannah tries to be angry. Her grey eyes are narrowed, but she’s leaning as close to me as I am to her, which dampens her fire a bit. She blinks heavily. Yeah, she wants me. I need her to make the first move since she’s the one saying no.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never had sex with a stranger.”
“Believe it, and you’re not a stranger.”
“Wow. You’re sure you’ve definitely had sex before, right?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Yes! Very funny,” she hisses. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Was he shit in the sack? Lie there like a sack of potatoes and make you do all the work?” Smirking, I add, “Did he have a micro penis?”
Her eyes dart away.
Oh God, is one of those things true?
“I don’t really want to talk about the guy I slept with. It’s in the past.”
“Did he break your heart?”
She looks back and stares me dead in the eye. “No. I’ve told you before, I’ve never had a proper boyfriend. He just messed with my head a little.”
“So, micro penis or rubbish in bed?”
“Why are we talking about the guy I slept with?”
Yeah, why am I?
I raise both hands, conceding. “Want to dance instead?”
What the fuck? Dance? Why am I asking her to dance?
She jerks her head back, shocked. “What?”
I don’t know why she asked that after she clearly fucking heard what I’d asked.
Tapping my foot on the ground, I spit out, “Dance.”
“Well … yes. I mean, yes, but you don’t seem like the type to get out on the dance floor to dance.”
“What do you think I do on a dance floor then?”
She playfully nudges my arm. “Dry-hump.”
“Very funny, Savannah.”
“Come on. Show me how you dance without rubbing yourself against me.”
I stand up as she rises. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Where are you two going?” Heidi asks.
“To dance,” Savannah replies. She bites her lip like she’s suddenly realised I’m Heidi’s brother, and she’s not sure if she needs permission.
Heidi’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, Kent, don’t just dry-hump her!”
Savannah laughs and bumps my arm with her bad one. I don’t want to wish pain on her, but I hope that hurt.
I tilt my head in Savannah’s direction. “It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is.”
“We’ll come with you. Toby, you can totally dry-hump me if you want,” Heidi teases.
Fucking sister. I think I preferred it when she lived to work.
I lead Savannah onto the dance floor, being careful that no one knocks into her arm. This probably isn’t the place for someone whose fractured arm is still healing. She’s got another three weeks in the splint.
Turning around, I place my hands on her hips and groan as the feel of her makes my heart race. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m touching her since nothing sarcastic comes out of her smart mouth. Her hands reach up and land on my chest.
Jesus.
She has better use of her fractured hand now. Before, she was holding it pretty still, but she’s moving it as much as the splint will allow.
I wonder just how much she is able to do with that hand.
I close my eyes, feeling myself grow hard. It doesn’t help that her body is all pushed up against mine in that tight little dress. I want to fuck her so bad, it’s taking over my rational feelings for her.
Why can’t I push her away and go find some girl who doesn’t do my head in and who is very up for coming home with me tonight?
Savannah reacts to me just the way I want her to when she’s not hating on me. Her body arches into mine, her stormy eyes hooded and pink lips slightly parted. She has never looked so beautiful before, and I want to kiss her so much.
I pull her closer, and I’m sure she can feel my erection against her stomach, but she doesn’t address it. Not sure if that’s a good thing or not. The fact that she looks like she wants to jump my bones is a good sign though.
Leaning in, I brush my lips against her ear and whisper, “You have no idea how desperate I am to slip my hand under that dress.”
Even over the sound of the music, I hear her gasp. I back up an inch, so I can see her. She presses her lips together, but her cheeks are flushed.
“What makes you think I’d let you do that?”
Smirking, I reply, “Really? You’re plastered against my chest, giving me looks that make me want to fuck you right here.”
With a heavy blink, she moves back a little, so we’re not pressed against each other. I don’t really mind because I know why she’s doing it, and as much as I want to tug her back, I love how hard she’s fighting this.
“We’re just dancing,” she argues.
“That’s how you always dance with men?”
Her light eyebrows pull together. “I don’t usually dance with men.”
“Oh God, please tell me you dance like this with women. Can I watch?”
Her mouth pops open, and her good hand whacks my chest. Laughing, I hold on to her tight in case she tries to get away. I’m so not done with her.
“I think we should go and get another drink,” she says.
“Why? Because you’re scared of what will happen if we keep dancing?”
We’re going to end up in bed together eventually; it’s inevitable. We both feel it, but I don’t know if she’s going to allow herself to act on it.
I would act right now if she were game. I’m over obsessing about being inside her to the point that I’m sorting myself out in the shower every day.
We’re terrible together, but in bed, I know we’d be dynamite.
She glares, but the effect is lost somewhat by the fire in her eyes. “Drink, Kent.”
“As you wish.” I let go of her, and she drops her arms. Before she can walk off, I take her hand and lead her toward the bar.
I don’t hold hands, so this feels weird. It’s not a bad weird, but it makes my chest tight. Savannah doesn’t tell me to fuck off either. Her fingers are between mine, curled tightly into the back of my hand.
We fit.
We approach the bar, and I pull her in front of me. Letting go of her, I place my hands on the black graphite bar. With my arms on either side of her, I’ve trapped her in. She leans her back against my chest—and there’s the coconut—and I don’t know how she can even try to deny the way she feels.
Denying us naked time is hurting her as well as my dick.
“What’re you drinking?” I ask, leaning into her back.
“Something different. What are you having?”
“Beer.”
She nods. “Then, I want beer.”
Fuck me, I would love to ta
ste beer on her tongue.
“I’m hard,” I murmur into her ear.
She looks up at me over her shoulder. “I know.”
“Fucking tease. Let me take you back to mine. I have beer.”
She turns around between my arms, and we’re now face-to-face. “Is that how you get women?”
“No, I don’t usually have to try.”
She scrunches her nose up, but it’s true. I’m awesome, great in bed, and hung like a fucking elephant. Women are happy to be under me. Savannah is making me work hard for it.
And I love that.
“You’re disgusting, Kent.”
“No, I’m honest.”
“See, now, I don’t want to sleep with you because I’m afraid I’ll catch something.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m clean, and you know it.”
“How would I know it?”
Taking a deep breath, I battle the urge to either take her over my knee or strangle her. Instead, I step closer and press her up against the bar. “You just do.”
I’ve always been careful and had the necessary checks. I might sleep around, but I always wrap up.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” she asks, lifting her eyebrow.
“Us?”
She nods.
“No, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.” I graze my lips against her jaw and up to her ear. “When I want a woman, it’s only a matter of time before I sleep with her. Granted, you’re dragging this out so much, I’ve been left with permanent blue balls, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to be inside you soon.”
I pull back. Her eyes blaze with anger, but her chest heaves with passion. She’s having a massive internal debate, and I’m so looking forward to finding out whether she’ll focus on hating me or getting into my pants.
“You’re very sure of yourself,” she rasps.
“After this afternoon, yes, I am sure.”
Shoving my chest, she frees herself. “Don’t be. I’m not like the rest of them.”
Don’t I know it?
Storming past me, she heads in the direction of our table.
I bite back a smile as I wait to place our drink order.
When I walk over to our table with our drinks, Savannah is sitting there, talking to another guy.
The motherfucker has his arm over the back of the booth, leaning in.
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