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inspecting the
tonsils of that redhead when I left the club.
“Jonah.” Blake saunters up, a girl under each arm.
“You remember Selena.” He motions with his chin to the girl with
unnaturally bright red hair. “And Candy.” He motions to the
blonde.
Her name is Candy. Typical.
“And this lovely lady here is Fiona.” He motions to
the dark-haired girl with gigantic breasts shoved into a tiny top.
Won’t have to worry about her sinking in the pool.
Candy slides out from under Blake’s arm and steps
into my space. Too close. I straighten from my leaning stance at
the bar to gain some distance.
“Nice to see you again, Jonah.” Her very white teeth
dig into her plump lower lip. She finger walks her hand up my chest
to wrap it around the back of my neck. Her other hand lies flat
against my stomach.
“Candy, get your hands off me.” I command in a low
voice to avoid making a scene in front of Raven.
I’m grateful to see her engaged in conversation with
Eve and Nikki who joined them by the pool.
Candy follows my gaze and sneers in Raven’s
direction. “Oh, I get it.” She looks back at me and pulls her hand
from my neck, making sure to drag her long fingernails against my
skin. “Fresh meat.” She looks back to Raven before spinning on her
high heel. Her short, tight skirt looks more like a belt as she
swings her ass. “You’ll be back. Can’t live on SPAM forever.”
Her sidekicks squeal with laughter, and I glare at
Blake. He shakes his head and throws his hands in the air mouthing,
“I didn’t know.”
I’m not familiar with the sick feeling that gnaws at
my insides. From the hateful look Candy gave Raven, there’s no way
she’ll keep her mouth shut about our night together. My reputation
is no secret, but having it confirmed is unsettling.
It shouldn’t matter because I slept with Candy
before I knew Raven, but the thought of Raven knowing the intimate
details of my sexual history makes me insecure. I want her to see
me as worthy. And sleeping around, especially to the daughter of a
prostitute, doesn’t say ideal boyfriend material.
Is that what I want? To be her boyfriend?
It’s on this eye-bulging thought that Nikki walks up
with Raven and Eve flanking her.
“Blake, I see you’ve brought the entertainment.”
Nikki’s smile is the farthest thing from friendly.
“Oh, come on, Nik. Don’t hate the player; hate the
game.” Blake laughs and the tension rippling off Nikki
intensifies.
Raven and Eve, eyes wide as saucers, look back and
forth between the two.
Owen stands from his barstool and grabs his wife by
the hand. “Nik, baby. Inside. Now.”
She allows herself to be led away, but maintains a
death glare on the strippers until she’s out of sight.
Blake’s eyes follow Nikki into the house before he
sets his sights on Raven and Eve. He pushes past his dates. “And
who do we have here?” His cocky-ass smile has the girls
giggling.
Fucking Blake.
I give a quick growled introduction.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Raven extends her
hand graciously. She motions to me with the hand that Blake is still holding. “Jonah mentioned you the other day.”
My eyes burn at their connection. I try to figure
out a way to get him to let her go without breaking her hand in the
process.
“Raven. Why haven’t I met you before?” Blake’s gaze
leaves Raven to narrow on me.
Raven shifts at my side. I spear Blake with a glare.
He gets the message and lets her go. Smart man.
“Raven’s helping me with my Impala.”
Blake throws his head back, roaring with laughter.
Raven stiffens at my side. I drape my arm over her shoulder, and
she presses softly into my hold. Her body feels so small and
delicate under my arm. The intimacy of her bare shoulder against my
shirtless torso has me gathering her deeper into my side. Her mild
fruity scent combined with the comfort of her body calms my nerves.
I resist the urge to bury my face in her hair.
“Dude, you have a smokin’ hot
tonsils of that redhead when I left the club.
“Jonah.” Blake saunters up, a girl under each arm.
“You remember Selena.” He motions with his chin to the girl with
unnaturally bright red hair. “And Candy.” He motions to the
blonde.
Her name is Candy. Typical.
“And this lovely lady here is Fiona.” He motions to
the dark-haired girl with gigantic breasts shoved into a tiny top.
Won’t have to worry about her sinking in the pool.
Candy slides out from under Blake’s arm and steps
into my space. Too close. I straighten from my leaning stance at
the bar to gain some distance.
“Nice to see you again, Jonah.” Her very white teeth
dig into her plump lower lip. She finger walks her hand up my chest
to wrap it around the back of my neck. Her other hand lies flat
against my stomach.
“Candy, get your hands off me.” I command in a low
voice to avoid making a scene in front of Raven.
I’m grateful to see her engaged in conversation with
Eve and Nikki who joined them by the pool.
Candy follows my gaze and sneers in Raven’s
direction. “Oh, I get it.” She looks back at me and pulls her hand
from my neck, making sure to drag her long fingernails against my
skin. “Fresh meat.” She looks back to Raven before spinning on her
high heel. Her short, tight skirt looks more like a belt as she
swings her ass. “You’ll be back. Can’t live on SPAM forever.”
Her sidekicks squeal with laughter, and I glare at
Blake. He shakes his head and throws his hands in the air mouthing,
“I didn’t know.”
I’m not familiar with the sick feeling that gnaws at
my insides. From the hateful look Candy gave Raven, there’s no way
she’ll keep her mouth shut about our night together. My reputation
is no secret, but having it confirmed is unsettling.
It shouldn’t matter because I slept with Candy
before I knew Raven, but the thought of Raven knowing the intimate
details of my sexual history makes me insecure. I want her to see
me as worthy. And sleeping around, especially to the daughter of a
prostitute, doesn’t say ideal boyfriend material.
Is that what I want? To be her boyfriend?
It’s on this eye-bulging thought that Nikki walks up
with Raven and Eve flanking her.
“Blake, I see you’ve brought the entertainment.”
Nikki’s smile is the farthest thing from friendly.
“Oh, come on, Nik. Don’t hate the player; hate the
game.” Blake laughs and the tension rippling off Nikki
intensifies.
Raven and Eve, eyes wide as saucers, look back and
forth between the two.
Owen stands from his barstool and grabs his wife by
the hand. “Nik, baby. Inside. Now.”
She allows herself to be led away, but maintains a
death glare on the strippers until she’s out of sight.
Blake’s eyes follow Nikki into the house before he
sets his sights on Raven and Eve. He pushes past his dates. “And
who do we have here?” His cocky-ass smile has the girls
giggling.
Fucking Blake.
I give a quick growled introduction.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Raven extends her
hand graciously. She motions to me with the hand that Blake is still holding. “Jonah mentioned you the other day.”
My eyes burn at their connection. I try to figure
out a way to get him to let her go without breaking her hand in the
process.
“Raven. Why haven’t I met you before?” Blake’s gaze
leaves Raven to narrow on me.
Raven shifts at my side. I spear Blake with a glare.
He gets the message and lets her go. Smart man.
“Raven’s helping me with my Impala.”
Blake throws his head back, roaring with laughter.
Raven stiffens at my side. I drape my arm over her shoulder, and
she presses softly into my hold. Her body feels so small and
delicate under my arm. The intimacy of her bare shoulder against my
shirtless torso has me gathering her deeper into my side. Her mild
fruity scent combined with the comfort of her body calms my nerves.
I resist the urge to bury my face in her hair.
“Dude, you have a smokin’ hot
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