Page 51 of Blurry Little Lines
“I have to be.” Her deep breath ceases my eyes to drift down to her expanding chest. “I’d rather never fuck you again than have to feel the pain of us parting ways when things get boring.”Kelsie just swore outside of the bedroom.
“Nothing about us is boring, Kelsie.” I blink as my heart dips with her seriousness.
“If my tentacle or other toys get lame over the years, I’ll let you know.” A smirk plays on her lips and she holds my gaze with confidence.
“Years? You’ll be wifed up by then,” I joke, but nothing about this is comical to me. I don’t want to think of another man laying a fucking hand on her and be gifted with the way her sexy little body can pleasure a man.
“I’m not signing any more contracts unless it’s needed for work. I’m sure I’ll gather the courage for something casual in a year or so.”
“I’m always here if you need me. For anything, Kelsie.”
“Do you mind taking the kids for a couple of hours on Sunday morning?” she pipes up and tilts her head with the same smile and side-eyes Mallory uses to get her way. “My parents and Adam are coming over to hash out a few business things before the week starts.”
“Let me know the time, and I’ll be there.”Guess I won’t get too wasted at Eric’s party tomorrow.
“You’re the best.” Where her arms used to wrap around my waist for a hug, her recent habit brings her arms around my neck as she pushes herself flush against me. Kelsie freezes as realization kicks in. As badly as I want to grab her wrists and push them against the wall above her head, I gently bring her arms lower and wrap them around my waist.
“Goodnight, half pint.” I pat the small of her back with a light kiss on her head and back away.
Yeah, I need a few drinks to get over this attraction.
Chapter 21
Max
Dubstep vibrates through the speakers as the mixed scent of cigarettes and joints clouds my nose. Cheap perfume and sweat suffocate me within a second of the door closing. Instantly, I’m taken on a trip back in time to wild nights at university. A forgotten thrill awakens as colored lights and darkness surround me. This is one way to block out the world for a moment. Eric spots me, which isn’t hard because it looks like I’m the tallest one here, and he walks over. He nods and passes me a fresh joint. For the hell of it, I shrug and accept the offering.
“Hey, man, glad you could make it.” Eric hands me the lighter. “Consider this home as your home.” He slaps my shoulder. “If any room is unlocked, feel free to use it with someone.” He chuckles as the beat drops on the song and a chick grabs his arm, stealing him away.
It’s a typical party setting with girls on the different drunk scale and guys who seem desperate to sleep with any of them, to the smooth guys waiting for women to approach them. I’d always been the second. Walking to the kitchen, I take two shots of cheap whiskey. I’m already in need of fresh air. I slid the patio door open to the balcony, figuring more people would be out here. I don’t mind the brief silence. The neighbors must hate Eric right now.Fuck, you’re here for fun, not to act like an old man.I light up the joint and my thoughts slowly ease. Welcoming the high, I take another puff, feeling the cool breeze hit my face. The whiskey flows through my veins and I crave another drink.
The patio door slides open, but I keep my arms rested on the railing and focus on the city lights. Tiny fingers pluck the joint from my hand, catching my attention. Brown curls stop my heart until I take in the height. This brunette lacks dimples and curves from the one I want to forget. She takes a long puff, holding eye contact, and slowly blows the smoke toward me. I inhale, turning my body to face hers. She hands back the joint with a sly smile.
“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere,” she begins. “That’s not a pick-up line, I promise.” Her chocolate eyes squint as if she’s trying to remember my face.
“I live in the city, so you might have seen me around.” I look her up and down and her face doesn’t set off a lightbulb of memory.
“I’m Katy.” Her dark eyes are bloodshot, making it clear this wasn’t her first hit of the night. “I’m going to skip the small talk because you’re the first guy I’ve seen here who looks like they could actually get me off.”
“I know damn well that I could, sweetheart.”
“It’s Katy. I’m not a pet. I would like to hear my name spoken by a guy who oozes sex appeal and this brooding confidence.”She reminds me of a certain blonde I once knew who was dealing with issues in need of numbing. Lucky for me, I’m dealing with my own too.
“Got it, Katy. I’m Max.” I readjust my backwards cap with my signature grin. “I was just about to go in and down another shot of whiskey.”
“I think it would be sexier if you were a man and took a shot off of my body.” She grabs my arm, and I let her lead me through the crowd as she snatches a bottle of vodka and brings me to a room. “This is my room. Eric is my roommate—who I’ve never slept with, if you care to wonder.”
She keeps a hold of the bottle, and I close her door, watching as she lies down on her bed. She leans on her side and places the bottle on her nightstand. Her high-waisted skirt unzips at the side, and she shimmies it down. Her slim stomach is exposed since she’s only in a lace bra under her leather jacket. As she grabs the bottle off her nightstand, she shoots me a bold, devilish smirk.
“Are you shy?” Her stomach dips inward as she unscrews the bottle cap and pours the shot onto her stomach. “Come over here and show me how well you can use that sexy mouth of yours.”
“How old are you?” With each step I take toward her, I debate how far I’ll go.
“Twenty-seven. I know, roommates suck at this age.” Katy sighs. “With student loans and the price of rent in San Francisco, my decent paying job still doesn’t cut it for solo living.”
I hover over her and lower my head to her stomach and drink the cheap vodka. It burns in the worst way going down, and I distract the taste by kissing her lips. It takes all of seven seconds before I kiss down her neck and body. I’ve always been picky about the way someone kisses. If their lips don’t instantly lock into a good rhythm with mine, I don’t bother to continue. Plus, that’s another level of emotional connection I like to avoid.
Except with Kelsie. Here I go again.Fuck, get out of my brain, woman.Hands reach for my head and pull me back just as my lips brush over Katy’s hip.