“I thought you locked it,” he mutters. “Why’d you make her do that?”
“I didn’tmakeher do anything, but when she closed the door, I couldn’t help myself. I need to go check on her.” I pause when the words leave my mouth. I’ve never once had that thought. It feels strange and foreign.
“Leave her alone. She’s embarrassed. You know she’s a virgin, right?”
“I’m not an idiot, Maddox. She sort of screams virgin. How’d you know she was?”
“Things she’s said. Kind of picked up on it. You?”
“Same. So, what now? How do we fix this?”
He chuckles at me, and I want to punch him. “Not we, my friend. You. You’re the one who encouraged all of that. You’re the one after her.”
I clench my teeth. I’m not after her. She’s hot and I like her attitude. Most of the time. But I am not after her. I don’t do girlfriends or relationships. I’m not that kind of guy.
“You’re just as attracted to her as I am,” I point out. “I wasn’t the only one hitting on her in the diner or encouraging her to go out with us.”
“I wanted in her pants,” he says plainly. “But she’s a cool girl. Now I want to be her friend.”
“Friends who fuck?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Why not? We are. But she doesn’t want to fuck us, remember?”
I snort at that. “You were just here, right? She wants to. She’ssimply scared.”
“So, what are you going to do, Ry? Convince her. What happens after that? She’s not the kind of girl that doesn’t get attached.”
“That’s why we’re in it together,” I gesture between the two of us. “Less chance of her getting attached if she can’t choose.”
This time he snorts. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re setting yourself up for trouble with this one.”
I try to sit up, only to remember I’m still tied to the bed. “Could you untie me, asshole?” I grumble.
He shakes his head laughing. “If you wouldn’t threaten to punch me, I wouldn’t tie it so tight.”
“If you wouldn’t stop me from coming, I wouldn’t threaten you.”
“Just trying to teach you patience, Ry.”
“Fuck you. I have patience.”
“Yeah, sure you do. I’m going to bed. You should sleep too, so you can deal with the cupcake later, well rested.”
I throw him a finger as he walks out of my room.
I don’t fall asleep right away. My mind is on Heaven. The way she touched herself as she watched. I know she’s going to be weird about it later, but it was hot. So hot, that I’m once again ready to go.
I grab a pillow next to me, shoving it over my face, and release a growl. I should be out cold right now. I damn sure shouldn’t be rock hard and throbbing.
I lay there, my mind replaying every second of Heaven until I fall asleep. Then my sex addled brain continues to conjure her in my dreams. I wake up three hours later starving, in desperate need of coffee (preferably Irish), and a cold shower for this damn piece of equipment between my legs that has a little too much control over me.
I stand in the shower under an icy spray. Hot would be better for my aching body, but the cold is needed. Or it would be if it were working.
After half an hour, I give up and make my way to the kitchen. I turn on the coffee maker, then grab some eggs and bacon from the fridge. Maddox stumbles his way out just as the coffee finishes.
“Why are you awake?” he grumbles, running his fingers through his hair that is standing straight up.
“Why are you?” I ask, knowing he hates when I answer a question with a question.
