Part 27 (2/2)

”Over there.” She pointed to her little-and ancient- blue car.

Hands on his hips, Armie stared where she indicated. ”In the dark. Away from the apartment building.” His gaze slanted her way. ”Just where the h.e.l.l is your boyfriend?”

She shrugged. Didn't know and didn't really care. He was supposed to pick her up from the airport, but he hadn't shown. Which was fine by her. He wasn't her boyfriend so much as...convenient. Now that he wasn't so convenient, well, then, she had no reason to keep seeing him.

Knowing she'd have to explain that to him, though, she said, ”I'll hook up with him tomorrow.”

Both brows lifted. ”Hook up?”

”I don't mean that. I mean meet up.” She shook her head at him. ”Not all of us are overs.e.xed apes.”

”I'm not an ape.”

She noticed he didn't deny the overs.e.xed part. ”Goodbye, Armie.”

He followed her. Again. Still.

”You aren't worried that your lady friends will finish without you?”

”If they do, I'll just get them started again. I'm good at that, you know. At revving the engine and-”

When she looked at him, he clammed up, then muttered, ”d.a.m.n it.”

”What?”

”I shouldn't talk like that to you.”

”You talk like that to everyone.”

Ignoring her interruption, he added with more heat, ”You shouldn't let me. h.e.l.l, you shouldn't even be here.”

Another smackdown. In every way imaginable he'd let her know she was unwelcome.

While trying to think of a suitable rejoinder, Merissa opened her car door and got in. Already the interior had gotten stuffy, so she rolled down the window, kicked on the engine and turned up the air.

Suddenly Armie was there, his hands braced on the top of the window frame as he leaned down, his face somber, his mood officious. ”Don't ever do this again.”

Why the sight of his underarms left her fl.u.s.tered, she didn't know, except that the way he stood and what he displayed emphasized his masculinity in a big way.

”Rissy?” he whispered, sounding pained.

She'd heard the nickname most of her life. It sounded very different coming from him, somehow more personal. Preparing herself for his impact, she met his gaze.

As she stared up at him, his face hardened. ”Never again.” He straightened. ”Lock your doors,” he ordered before walking away.

At the curb, he looked back with impatience.

Holding up her hands in apology, Merissa closed the window and hit the automatic locks that secured all doors.

He nodded and left.

And with every swaggering step he took, she wanted him more.

Stay away? She doubted she could.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

j ust inside the building, Armie stood aside in the shadows and waited until Rissy's car went past. Jesus. Letting out a tight breath, he dropped back against the wall. His c.o.c.k hurt and it had nothing to do with the two naked hotties carrying on without him in his apartment.

In fact, now that he'd seen Merissa, he had less than zero interest in either of them. He'd known she was coming home today, and that was the only reason he'd invited Avril over in the first place-as a distraction. It had been Avril's idea to mix things up and invite Kelli to join in. h.e.l.l, the more outrageous he got, the more some women vied to keep up.

But not Rissy. No, she'd looked equal parts appalled, disgusted and embarra.s.sed. For him.

He slammed a hand against the wall.

Nice girls were off his list, and Rissy was nicer than most. Add that to the fact she was Cannon's sister and he had no d.a.m.n business putting thoughts of her in his spank bank.

But he would anyway.

He'd rather jerk off thinking of her big blue eyes and her openmouthed surprised at finding him with his jeans open than be used up by the two nymphos.

s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t.

He looked up the stairs. The women wouldn't like it, but lucky for him, he was enough of a p.r.i.c.k that he'd send them packing anyway. Decided, he jogged up the steps.

For his peace of mind, he hoped Merissa kept her distance.

Because he sure as s.h.i.+t couldn't rely on his own control. Not with her.

Not when every d.a.m.n day he wanted her more.

C annon woke with a pounding head and his arms full of soft, warm woman. But not just any woman. Yvette. Her scent did insane things to him; her warm breath on his chest affected him like a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b.

He was already so hard that he hurt.

Luckily, she seemed dead to the world. She didn't even stir when he eased her to her back. Her eyelashes left shadows on her cheekbones. Barely parted lips begged for attention, and because he couldn't resist he leaned down for a b.u.t.terfly kiss. Her long hair poured over her shoulders, making a stark contrast against her pale b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And those small pink nipples...

d.a.m.n, but he wanted to put his mouth on her, to suckle her softly until her nipples tightened and ached.

Until she woke wanting him as much as he wanted her.

When she made a sound in her sleep, his heart thumped heavily, his c.o.c.k twitched.

But she only sighed and slept on.

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