Page 43 of Reckless Love
“I went to my parents’ tonight for dinner and Bernard was there.”
“Fuck. They’re not letting up on that, huh?”
“No. And I messed up, Rhodes. I was going to let them know we aren’t really dating and it just…I got us in a way deeper mess.”
He’s quiet for a second. “What do you mean?”
“Well, one of the last questions my mom asked is if we’re moving in together. I told her no,” I hurry to add. “But the point is, I let her think we’re serious.”
“Why don’t we just go with it? Let ‘em think we’re dating, so they stop pushing Bernard on you. No one else has to know.”
“It’s a disaster waiting to happen. We can’t.”
I pull into my driveway and groan when I see Brock outside.
“What is it?”
“Brock is just always outside lately. It’s freaking winter. Why is he always around? Oh, and Tuesday night, he left a mug by my door that saysMy Favorite Mustangwith a very voluptuous caricature of me on the front. How do I respond to that?”
“Fucking creeper,” Rhodes says. “I’m coming over.”
“What? No. Don’t?—”
“I dropped Levi at Carrie’s and I’m not even two minutes from your house right now. I can stop by and make my presence known so he backs the fuck off.”
“Okay, alpha.”
“Is that what your favorite book guys would do?” His voice is low and gravelly, mimicking the narrator he heard the other night.“I’m coming, deeper…harder.”
I snort and as I pull into the garage, I see Rhodes’ headlights behind me. Instead of closing the garage, I walk out to meet him, ignoring Brock next door.
He surprises me when he puts his hands on my waist and leans in, whispering in my ear, “Should we let Brock think we’re dating too?”
I stand on my tiptoes and put my hands on his neck, leaning up to his ear. My breasts brush against his chest and he grips my hip tighter.
“If you think it’ll make him stop leaving weird things by my door,” I whisper.
The next thing I know, he picks me up and buries his face in my hair as he stalks into the garage. I peek through his arm to see Brock staring at us from his driveway.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LET’S DISCUSS
RHODES
Now
As much asI want to carry Elle all the way to her bedroom and toss her on the bed before leaning over her and kissing my way down her soft skin, I don’t. I set her on her feet carefully as soon as we’re inside the door, andeven move across the room, so I’m not tempted to change my mind.
“Thanks for coming. You didn’t have to. I’m not very worried about Brock. He’s just a little weird sometimes.”
“The fact that you’re worried at all is enough for me to check on you.”
She tilts her head and lifts her shoulder slightly. “Yeah, I guess I’m a little creeped out by him, so thank you.”
She walks over to the couch and I work to school my expression before she turns around. It’s always been a battle. She has long legs and the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, and in this little sweater outfit she’s got on, both are displayed to perfection. It’s no better when she turns around. Her tits are calling my name and I want to get my hands on her hips and sink into her more than I want my next breath.
Since hearing what she sounds like when she comes, it’s all I can take to be in the same room with her. We haven’t talked about the way she cried out my name when I dipped my fingers inside of her. We’ve talked about the kiss and skirted around everything else, but God knows I haven’t stopped thinking about the way she felt, the way she sounded, the way she tasted when I licked my fingers clean. I wanted to lick her everywhere.