Page 4 of Trusting You
“You could have told me, you fucker.”
Angry, red-rimmed blue eyes glare at me. Candy-Tara’s hair is a nest around pale skin. A slight layering of freckles adds to her pissed-off charm.
Damn. She’s even hotter when she’s flushed. My dick gives a little tug in agreement.
“Told you what, babe?” I offer her my best smile. “I was just thinking about you and how lonely I was in that shower.”
“Not gonna work on me this time, Locke,” she spits. Then levels that spit by smacking me in the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?”
“A…what?” I cock my head, but not in the usual sense that gets women biting their lower lip. “Believe me, sweetheart, I do not have one of those.”
I lay my hand on her shoulders, brush down her arms and give an encouraging grin upon feeling her goose bumps. “Come on, I’ve been picturing your ass naked and wet all morning.”
“Locke,” she fumes.
I add further inducement by dropping my towel and showing her just how much I want her again.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I frown. I hear a woman’s voice, except Candy-Tara’s lips aren’t moving. In fact, her arms are crossed, and she’s completely immune to my slick, scented, muscular body, standing at attention for her in exactly the way she’d moaned for it to do last night.
Candy-Tara inclines her head and gives a cat-like purr. “That not-girlfriend you were talking about? I just let her in.”
“Wha…” Slowly, my gaze travels from her plump lip fillers—which never really turned me on until I saw them around my cock—to another girl, standing in my small space, arms also crossed, but appearing mighty more enraged.
The new girl doesn’t even ask me a question. She just says, “Nope. I am not doing this. No fucking way.”
And spins once on her heels and goes for the door without looking back.
I almost gape at her departure. Never have I been dismissed so entirely.
“Wait, who are you?” I ask her retreating back.
Candy-Tara cuts in to say, “I’m not an idiot, so stop playing dumb.”
“I don’t know who that girl is!” I say to her while grabbing my towel. I fumble it closed while I chase after the other girl—the one who’s actually nameless—before she disappears from my life forever.
Because if Candy-Tara is hot, the angry girl is downright sexy.
Her fury is like a magnet, sizzling with electricity. It scores her cheeks and narrows her eyes in a way that if her tongue darted out, I’d be over there in two strides, pulling her hair back with one hand and tonguing the sensitive corner of her neck until she moans. Add to that thick, brunette waves almost reaching her elbows, the widest caramel eyes I’ve ever seen, tits that are at least a C cup, and an ass I’d kill any man to get to.
Holy shit, I want those cheeks in my hands.
“Where are you going?” I call as I sprint out of my apartment into the hallway, hoping this isn’t a hallucination, that a girl this gorgeous actually exists.
I find the top of her head on the stairs, heading down.
“Wait!” I say again, chasing after her barefoot. I curse when I hit an exposed nail on the staircase.
She stops at my yell, turning with a perfectly arched brow. “Wimp.”
Then keeps going.
“No…wait! Fuck.” I hop on one foot but shake the excess pain off, still scrambling, following this mythical creature out into the city streets.
She’s at the light half a block away.
“Jesus, you’re fast,” I say to no one, then call over the people dodging me as they curiously look at the man in a towel. “Who the hell are you?”