“Sure you do.” He winks, then reaches up and tugs on the ponytail of my hair. By his goofy grin it’s not meant to be sexual, but fuck if it doesn’t make me wet. An image of him wrapping my long locks around his fist to arch my back while he fucks me from behind flashes into my consciousness. My body heats, my muscles tighten, and I have to glance away because I’m almost certain he’ll be able to read the dirty thoughts racing through my mind if I meet his gaze.
What is with this guy?
No, it’s not him. It’s me. My reaction is purely physical. That must be it. I’m sure if anyone pulled my ponytail I’d press my thighs together.Right?
I’m such a liar.
“Come on.” Cam’s deep chuckle rolls over me, not helping the lust situation one bit. “Who do you take me for, Jill? I don’t go around showing the big man to just anyone. He’s scared of strangers.”
There’s so much wrong with what he said, but I settle on the obvious. “Big man?” A guffaw escapes my mouth and my eyebrows shoot high.
“You’re a dirty bird, Jill. Stop thinking about my dick.” He winks and clamps his big paw of a hand around my fingers, tugging me to follow him out of the kitchen.
I sputter but a quick retort dies on my lips as he walks us through the party, completely ignoring the mix of cat calls and jeers as he moves toward the hallway.
Somewhere in the throng of people Alicia shouts, “Get some, Jilly!”Great.Now everyone thinks I’m hooking up with Cam.
In the hall, I yank my hand from his and stop short. “Where are we going? And what’s with the caveman act? I don’t appreciate being manhandled.”
“Sorry.” He turns to meet my glare with an apologetic wince. “Got excited. I should have asked.”
“Look I’m sure you’re a nice guy.”Maybe. “And I’m sure we’d have great sex.” Fuck me, did I really admit that aloud? “But I’m kinda unavailable.” Mostly, sort of. Preston and I haven’t gone past first base, and the fact I haven’t had the urge to call or text him once tonight is probably a bad sign for our budding relationship. But Cam doesn’t need to know that.
Cam’s grin spreads across his face, and his eyes practically crinkle as he noticeably holds in a laugh. Nope. Scratch that. He full on laughs.
My hand goes to my hip and I narrow my glare. “What’s so funny?”
He blows out an exaggerated exhale and leans back against one of the closed doors. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
I have no clue what he means because I’m the opposite of trouble. I’m a rule follower. I don’t push boundaries. I always speak my mind, and go after what I want. And right now, I want to climb Cam like a ladder, even though it’s wrong on so many levels.
His stare doesn’t stray from mine, his gaze more knowing than it should be for someone I just met.
I shift under the uncomfortableness, and lift my beer to my lips so I have something to do with my hands.
“Sooo . . .” He grins as if he knows exactly why I’m guzzling back beer. “Wanna check out my rock collection?”
I almost choke, but manage to recover with a cough. I glance at him, and then around us though there’s no one except for two women waiting on what I assume is the bathroom. I want to laugh and roll my eyes, but manage to do neither. “And that’s where? In your room?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs, the edges of his lips tugging up playfully. “Where else would I keep my rocks?”
I’m not sure if rock collection is a euphemism for dick, but weirdly enough I’m mildly intrigued by his invitation. Still, I narrow my gaze. I don’t follow strange men into their bedrooms. Not unless I’m looking to get laid, and well . . . okay, so I’m not opposed to the idea. As long I set the expectation ahead of time and he’s cool with a one-time thing.
“I don’t know.” I tap my finger against the rim of my cup. “Just how impressive is this rock collection?”
“Well, it’s hard. And big. Both in girth and length.”
I bite back my grin. “Someone likes to exaggerate.”
“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” His grin is full of challenge, but that’s not what wins me over; it’s the hint of a dimple hiding behind his scruffy jawline. Dimples. I’m a fucking sucker for them, and his have been playing peek-a-boo all night.
“Fine.” I lift my brow. “But only to see whether or not you’re a liar.”
A flash of something I can’t quite name dims his grin for a second before he bursts into laughter, those dimples popping just as I hoped they would.Le sigh. “Let’s do it, then.” He motions for me to follow.
It’s okay to hook up with the older brother of the guy your best friend is dating if you only do it once, right?Shit.Even my tipsy brain knows this is a horrible idea. But then again, why does Callie get all the fun? There are plenty of firemen to go around, and this one looks at me with an interest that can’t be faked. Maybe it’s a bad idea, but a thrill shoots up my spine as I decide to do it anyway.
Chapter Two
