Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

Don’t look at me like that; dudes talk about sex. And don’t even pretend that ladies don’t, too. I have it on good authority that women can be even pervier than men when it comes to that shit.

I shrug. “I just haven’t been feelin’ it.”

He looks at me skeptically. “Are you honestly trying to tell me that you haven’t fucked a single woman over the last few months?”

Nope. Not gonna go there. Evade. Evade. Evade.

“Maybe I’m sick of the single life. One-nighters just don’t appeal to me like they used to.”

His jaw drops. “Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Being a one-woman guy worked out for you and Riley. Why shouldn’t I give it a try?”

“Is there someone you have your eye on?”

I try. I really do. But my eyes automatically search for Charlee and get stuck when they find her standing right inside the house.

Brody follows my gaze and scoffs. “Yeah, right. Not gonna happen.”

I almost ask him why the hell not but Rainey walks onto the deck.

“What’s not going to happen?” she asks.

“Nothing,” Brody grumbles.

Rainey rolls her eyes before whispering something in his ear.

“Right now?” he asks under his breath. When she nods, he sets his beer on the railing and turns to me. “Uh, I’ll be back in a bit. I have to go...get something from the car.”

I wave him off. “Yeah, buddy, don’t worry about me. Go bust a nut.”

He grins and practically runs after Rainey to the front yard. It’s only a matter of seconds after the coast is clear before Charlee makes her way outside.

“Hey, you need some help with that?”

The second she speaks, my dick is raring to go. It’s been almost a week since she came to the firehouse but with that one sentence, I’m flashing back to our quickie up against the wall. I’m definitely going to need to keep my distance from her.

I set the tongs off to the side and grab my beer. “Nah, I’m good. I’m nowhere near your level of expertise, but when you eat as often as I do, you learn to cook the basics.”

She props a hand on her hip. “You wanna try saying that to my eyes next time?”

Hey, it’s not my fault she’s wearing a shirt that hugs her tits perfectly.

I clench my fist around my beer bottle and nod to her protruding nipples. “They don’t seem to mind the attention.”

Charlee looks down and laughs. “Well, that’s your fault.”

I raise an eyebrow. “How so?”

She peers over her shoulder to ensure we’re still alone. “Because they can’t stop thinking about what it feels like to have your mouth sucking on them.”

I groan. “Jesus, Charlee. You can’t say shit like that right now.”

“Why not?” she challenges.

“Because we’re at my sister’s house. And your brother is around here somewhere. And I really don’t need a woody in front of all these people.”

She taps her lips with her finger. “Okay, I’ll behave. But what about tonight?”