Page 8 of Riding with the Bad Boy
“Okay, so she’s pretty and smart.” He looked toward me. “You two have a lot in common.”
I scoffed. “Really? Of all the lines you’ve ever used on me that was probably the worst.”
“What makes you think I’ve ever used a line on you?” His brows came together.
“The fact that I ended up in your bed.”
“That was just chemistry and passion.” He shrugged. “It also helped that we have a lot in common.”
“Not anymore.” I turned my head.
“If you say so.”
“Please stop saying that.” I damn near growled. The lift of his lips let me know he knew exactly how much he was getting to me.
“Okay, then why don’t you tell me how we’ve changed?” He asked. “We both are still devoted to our community. We have some of the same friends. More so now that Dermott and Daphne are living together. We both have a wicked sense of humor and are really good at flirting. We love sex, and you can’t convince me that I don’t make you feel good.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “As for me, I’ve never been with anyone who sets me on fire the way you do. So tell me why you all of a sudden think there’s this big difference between us.”
“It isn’t that there is some crazy difference. It’s just that things are different now.”
“How?” He pressured. “How are they different besides you unceremoniously deciding we shouldn’t sleep together anymore?” There was a bit of frustration in his tone.
“You wouldn’t understand.” It was a lame cop out, but I was scared if I told him the truth he would convince me I was wrong. That we could keep going exactly like we were. It wouldn’t be that hard. It wasn’t as if I stopped being attracted to him, or that sitting here with only the small space between us dampened the heat I could still feel from his body.
“I’m fairly intelligent.” He snapped.
“Just let it go.” I unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Where are you going?” He asked when I stood up.
“I’m tired and I don’t want to continue this conversation.” I blew out a breath. “Isn’t there some place to lay down in here.”
“The bedroom is in the back, but you can use the couch behind me,” he said. “It’s as good a place as any to hide.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“If you say so.” The bit in his words seared me to the bone and pull tears close to the surface.
“You know what? Fuck you, Rocco.” I didn’t owe him any explanations. “I knew you could be an ass, but you’d never been this much of one to me.”
Maybe I had been wrong about him. I was over my bad boy phase. I had done the jackasses, and dumb asses, and just plain asses. I had no desire to go back just because Rocco was suffering from a severe case of blue balls.
I bumped and rocked my way as far back as I could until I found the bedroom and threw myself on the waiting mattress. There was a light pressure behind my eyes but I held back the tears that wanted to fall. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of crying over him. We were done. Nothing was going to change that.
Chapter 4
