“Yeah, really cool.”
“What’s taking so long?” Wren yells from the living room. He stretches over the back of the couch. “You better not be trying to invite her in bed with you two. I like this one.”
Bailey crinkles her nose and shudders. “Eww,” she mutters, and I am not offended at all.
“That feeling is mutual,” I tell her, and she shakes her head going to the bathroom to change. I go across the hall to grab a pair of shorts.
In the kitchen, I’m grabbing a few slices of pizza and a couple beers. Wren joins me.
“Bailey, man. I dig her.”
I laugh. “She’s perfect for you, man, just don’t lead her on. She’s Conleigh’s bestie.”
“Don’t plan on it. Want to take it slow and not rush into shit. I’m still working on me and she gets that. I’ve been upfront. I’m not even trying to hit that. But you have been in there tearing that pussy up. I bet they could hear that bed thumping into the wall across the street.” He smacks my shoulder and laughs.
Bailey calls for him from the living room and I head back down the hall.
I take the food and drinks to my room. In Ezra’s room Conleigh is lying in bed on her phone.
Snatching the phone from her hands, I look down at the screen. She’s texting with fucking Ezra.
I suck in a deep breath and try to get a grip on my jealousy. “Why are you talking to him?” I thumb through the conversation.
“He wouldn’t stop messaging, Holden,” she snaps and grabs the ph
one back from me and powers it off.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, meaning it. “I’m crazy about you, baby.”
She smiles faintly.
“Come here,” I tell her, and she lets the covers fall away and comes straight into my arms.
Picking her up and cradling her like a baby, I carry her to my bed. Our bed. I love the sound of that.
We lay next to each other feeding one another bites of the pepperoni pizza and sharing a bottle of Bud.
“I want this every night.”
“Me too.” Conleigh tops off the last of the beer and rolls over, snuggling her head in the crook of my neck.
I draw lazy figure eights on her arm and kiss her forehead.
This is perfect and all I need.
Her with me.
Her fingers skim along my torso, groping and exploring the contours of my body.
My cock twitches when she strokes the top of my thigh.
“You’re sensitive here, huh?”
“A little,” I admit.
“Hmm…” she smirks and wiggles down until she is eye level with my dick. Her velvety lips kiss the head sensually.
I grip the sheets, balling them in my fists. She is trying to kill me.