Tori slapped the counter and gained everyone’s attention
when she started yelling, “I did not run you over, Jamie!
Jesus Christ! Quit spreading lies about me!”
“It ain’t lies if it's true!” I yelled back, glaring at her.
A laugh bubbled in her throat. She tilted her head and stuck
her hand on her hip. “Please. I'm sure you're still able to bang everything
with a pulse, as usual, which means you’re fine. Get over it, and
grow some balls. I cried less when I watched Bambi the first time.”
“Who's hungry?” Syd asked nonchalantly, moving behind her
friend to round the island and stand near the stove.
I ignored her question because, what the fuck? Grow some balls?
“I gotta pair, babe,” I told Legs, reaching down and palming
my shit. “You should know since you've been all up on ’em the past nine
months.”
She rolled her eyes. “You're disgusting.”
I felt my mouth twitch.
And that was when, for some fucked up reason, I reverted
back to my old ways with Tori Rivera, forgetting all about how much I fucking
hated her and instead going full-on, hell-bent determined to get an admission
out of that smart-ass mouth.
“You want it,” I countered, tipping my chin up.
She wasn’t expecting that. No more than I was. It threw her
off.
Her shoulders pulled back and her lips parted.
Then, maybe to cover her tell, or maybe she didn't have
control over what was flying out of her mouth either, I didn't know, but she
brought her other hand to her hip, glared at me with heat flashing in her eyes,
tipped forward, and shot back with attitude, “You want it.”
Well shit. This was new. Legs was challenging me and she was
doing it flirting. There was no doubt in my mind.
“Sorry, babe,” I
said, keeping the smirk and letting go of my junk. “Not interested. I told you
yesterday, I’m done waitin’ around. But you?” I pointed my beer at her. “You’ll
be beggin' for it before the month is up. Just watch.”
“Fat chance,” she snapped. “I wouldn't sleep with you if my
life depended on it.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Bet what?”
“What's going on right now?” Syd called out, but I wasn't
pausing to answer her.
I smiled at Tori, then gestured between us, explaining,
“First one to break and come crawling to the other person for sex, loses.”
“Are you serious?” She laughed, not in amusement but in
disbelief.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” I answered.
“You want to bet me that I'll want to have
sex with you before you try and have sex
with me?” she questioned, moving her finger between us. “You, the
guy who has been hitting on me for nine straight months and has been rejected for
nine straight months? You seriously think I'll not only want to have sex with
you, but I'll beg you for it? Is that what I just heard?”
I nodded slowly. I had this in the bag. “A rule. No fuckin’
anyone unless it's each other.”
Her eyes bugged.
“And no masturbating either,” I added, raising my beer and
using it to gesture. “Since we both know when you do it you’re thinkin’ about
me,
and if you're that fuckin’ horny you need to rub one out or you'll fuckin'
explode, you can come to me, Legs, beg, and I'll put that fire out
for you.”
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