She took a play out of my book and poked me in the chest. “Did you hear what I said?”
I blinked. “I was replaying”—I leaned in close to her ear—“sucking on your tits.”
She let out a soft moan. “You’re a piece of work.”
“How about we get out of here?” I asked.
“Sorry, big guy. I’m not in the mood.”
“Your moan and body language say otherwise. Besides, you said you wanted to be my friend.”
“Friend. Not fuck buddy.”
“Then, friend,” I teased, “want to hold my hand while I do something?”
Intrigue flashed in her eyes even though her arched brow said she was skeptical.
Lucas was going to accompany me, but I’d told him I wanted Haven to instead. She wanted to be my friend, and as I had sat through Lucas talking about the event, I’d decided why not. I recalled her telling me that she knew how it felt to lose someone. And she did have a way of calming me, not just in the bedroom. Moreover, that kiss…Fuck me.I’d never kissed a girl like that before. Sure, I’d locked lips and swapped spit, but the kiss between us had packed a punch right to my fucking heart.
And how bold of her to rescue me from Tabitha. Normally, if a woman had made a move like Haven had, I wouldn’t have kissed her back. No, I would have pushed her away for sure.
I should run as far away as I could from Haven. Yet deep down in the dark pits of my psyche, I didn’t want to. I was beginning to realize she was a drug I didn’t know I needed and not just in the sex department, and that scared the fuck out of me.
“You went away again, big guy.” Her voice was alluring, angelic, and velvety—a bull’s-eye to the heart.
I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Come on. I promise where we’re going has nothing to do with sex.” The minute I grabbed her hand, something warm traveled up my arm and down into my chest.
She tugged on my big paw, not moving. “I need to tell Vicki.”
“Wave to her or send her a text.” If we stopped to talk, we would never get out of there, and I might change my mind about taking her with me. Plus, it was still light outside, and I wanted to get there before dark.
Vicki was engrossed in conversation, listening to Erik woo her or some shit. Erik had a way of capturing a chick’s attention. He had eyes only for the girl he was talking to, listened intently, and touched her arm or moved her hair behind her ear. Chicks loved that shit, according to Erik.
I’d never seemed to have a problem getting a girl in my bed without doing any of those things.
Of course, Haven, strong-willed and not listening to me, strode over to Vicki, whispered in her ear, then returned. “Now I’m ready.”
Erik gave me a nod and a grin, as did Ajax, Vin, and Lucas, who were near Erik and Vicki. My buddies knew where I was going.
The Sims sisters watched Haven and me leave with evil in their eyes. I would also bet every other girl in that room was paying attention.
I didn’t give a fuck.Let them talk.Hell, I was always part of a rumor or the talk on campus. That came with being the star quarterback. And Haven had her own celebrity status with her old man being a senator. It was almost impossible to do anything without a rumor spreading like the plague for either one of us.
Once we were in my car, she buckled her seat belt. “You haven’t been drinking. Have you?”
I fired up the engine. “You tasted me with that kiss. What do you think?” I might be pouring a fifth of liquor down my throat when we were done, although I was praying I wouldn’t need any booze with her at my side.
She twirled her hair around in her hand and brought it forward so that it draped down her chest. “Fair enough.”
I salivated to be that hand.
Focus on the road, dude.
So I wheeled my old man’s Infinity into traffic. He’d loved that car, but mine had been totaled when I’d rammed it into a tree. Yeah, I was still ticking away at my ten hours of campus duty.
“Where are we going?” Haven sounded worried.
“The cemetery.”
