Now I was super warm and fuzzy.
“Yeah, but look at the mess I’ve caused. Two crews rolled into town, Slash got fucking killed, you and Lukas always fight because of me…”
“Stop. Hardly any of that was your fault. Isn’t it a good thing that the Devils rolled through town? You and Hunter are close,” he shrugged, but I heard the question in his voice, making me peer up at him.
“No one will ever replace you guys. Hunter’s just a good friend and…”
“I can see it in your eyes, baby. Caden can too. You’re falling in love with him, whether you realize it or not,” he said softly.
I jerked back from him, almost knocking myself off the couch in the process.
“No, I’m not.”
He put his hands up to silence my argument, his voice calm.
“It’s okay if you are. None of us are together and you can see whoever you want. I hear Skeet stood up for Hunter this morning on his way out the door. Has he settled down about it all now, or what?”
“He’s best friends with the guy again, so of course he’ll stand up for him,” I muttered, earning a snort from him.
“Yeah, but when it comes to you, you know what he can be like. Are you seeing him later?”
“Skeet? No. I’m going to Hunter’s,” I frowned, and he smirked almost cruelly.
Lucky for me, he was never actually hurtful towards me.
It was always in good humour.
“You’re going to need a bigger bed if you keep collecting men. Maybe we need to set up a roster for who gets to bone you so it’s fair.”
I swatted him playfully with fake anger, but my smile gave me away.
“It’s not like I collect everyone I come across. Diesel and I are just friends.”
Take that, fucker.
He laughed. “No offense to your friendship, baby cakes, but that man would ride you like he stole you if given the chance. You’re sex on legs and you give every man within a five mile radius a raging boner.”
“He would not, he doesn’t see me like that!” I exclaimed, knowing I was right about that.
Diesel was basically my best friend, mainly because he didn’t want to fuck me.
Jensen could claim whatever he wanted.
“Call him right now and ask. He’s a straight shooter,” he challenged, snatching my phone and dialling the number before I could do anything about it.
“Hey! Give that back!”
“Donovan? You okay?” Diesel’s voice came through the phone, making me cringe.
Jensen was going to make shit awkward, and it could even wreck my friendship with the quiet bad boy.
How did I handle this?
“Uh, yeah. Hey.”
It was quiet for a moment before he chuckled, teasing in his tone.
“So, you gonna tell me what you called me for, or do I have to guess?”
“Uh, alright. Would you fuck me?” I blurted out before I could change my mind.
Best to just ask, I guessed.
He choked on what I assumed was a beer before answering.
“Jesus, babe. Warn a guy next time. Did you seriously just ask me to fuck you? My place or yours?”
I groaned, and a victorious smirk took over Jensen’s stupid face.
“Told you.”
“Diesel, you’re meant to be my friend! Friends don’t want to fuck each other,” I growled, amusement in his voice as he answered me.
“Look, babe. We can be best friends if you want. Doesn’t mean I’d turn you down if you spread those sinful legs for me. I’m a hot-blooded male, what did you expect? Besides, you bounce on Hunter and he’s your friend, isn’t he? Who’s there right now?” He chuckled, and I sighed in defeat.
I completely ignored his comment about Hunter on purpose.
“I’m with Jense, and you just proved his point.”
“No man with a working dick would say no to you, bet on it, Donovan. Call me if you decide to stop by,” he teased before hanging up, making me snort.
“Fucking bastard.”
Jensen grinned. “See? I’d only ever date a girl who’s a sex goddess, so I know guys would climb all over you if given the chance. Honestly, I don’t have a problem with Hunter, as long as Skeeter doesn’t. I just didn’t want them going to war over you and you getting hurt in the middle.”
I cringed. “Hunter doesn’t date, but right now, I don’t want to either. Not because I just want to fuck everything that moves but…”
His hands rested on both sides of my face, and he gave me a small smile.
“I know. You just need to heal first. You have so much going on in your mind, that any relationship’s a bad idea, let alone multiple ones. Take your time, okay? We aren’t going anywhere.”
And that was why I loved him.
He put me first.
We hung out for a few hours before I drove to Hunter’s house, music blasting the whole way.
He had just finished washing his car when I pulled up, and I gave him an appreciative once over as he stood in front of me, wearing nothing but shorts and his cap backwards.
Water droplets dotted his tattooed skin, and my gaze followed one as it dripped down his bicep and off his elbow.
Fuck, I could lick his arms.
“Got your fill, Donovan?” He asked with amusement as he put the hose away, and I waggled my eyebrows as I met his gaze.
“Not yet. Do a little turn and shake that booty for me.”
He moved in a circle, shaking his butt at me as he winked over his shoulder.
“Better, you thirsty bitch?”
“Whoa, calm down big man. You’ll ruin my fucking panties,” I rolled my eyes but giggled.
He snorted as he led me inside the house, grabbing the whisky down from the top shelf in the kitchen for me.
“Start that, I’ll just go and get changed into something dry.”
“Such a shame,” I cooed, not exactly lying.
He looked really good all wet and half naked.
“Minx,” he muttered as he left the room, giving me a head start on the bottle.
He wandered back in ten minutes later, hair wet from a shower and a fresh pair of shorts on, making me snort.
“Did you seriously just put shorts on? C’mon, be fair, pretty boy.”
He glanced at me, a smirk tugging on his lips.
“But we’re just friends, Rory? Is this a problem for you? I didn’t realize that me walking around shirtless was such torture for your pussy.”
“We might be friends, but we still fucked that one time, and you know you look good like that,” I grumbled, downing a healthy amount of the bottle to distract myself from the thoughts of running my tongue over the ridges in his abs.
I was suddenly spun around so that my back was pressed against his solid front, and a tattooed arm wrapped tightly across my chest.
Warm breath fanned across my neck as his lips brushed my skin, his voice low.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep my dick out of you? I swear, I get a boner just because you breathe in the same fucking room as me. I’ve never been so goddamn obsessed over a woman in my entire fucking life.”
My pussy clenched at the thought of him slamming into me, but I had to keep my sex drive under control.
We couldn’t sleep together again, let alone after the afternoon romp I’d already had.