Nothing Feels Better (Better Love 3)

“I need one of your porn books,” I say, and thumb through the titles of her expansive romance collection.

“It’s not porn, asshole.” She growls, and I sigh, frustrated and impatient.

“Yeah, I know. I just said that to piss you off,” I say, then rephrase. “I need to borrow one of your feminist novels that depict healthy sexual relationships, promote sex positivity, and empower women.” I flash a smile over my shoulder. “And have dudes who like to eat pussy.”

She growls again. “You couldn’t have texted?”

I shrug and pull another book off the shelf to scan the blurb on the back. “You’d have ignored me.” She growls a third time, like a rabid raccoon, and I hear more rustling.

“You maybe got one that has a single mom?” I ask, and a shirtless Riggs steps beside me. He scans the shelves, then reaches up and pulls down a paperback.

“This one’ll work,” he says, and hands it to me.

“You read it?” I ask as I skim the blurb.

“Yeah.”

I glance at him. “It’s hot?”

He smirks. “It’s hot.”

“Cool.” I look toward the bed where Bailey sits. She’s wearing Riggs’s shirt, her arms are crossed on her chest, and she’s got a fire-spitting dragon scowl on her face. “You got a highlighter?”

Her nostrils flare. “You’re not highlighting in my book!”

“Chill,” I tell her. “I’ll buy you a new one.” She scowls harder and I sigh. “I’ll buy you five new ones. Gimme your TBR list, and I’ll buy the top five titles on it.”

She pops a brow. “Ten.”

“Deal.”

Riggs hands me a highlighter, and I grin at them both.

“Thanks, fam. You may commence your bone fest.” I walk out the door and throw an apology over my shoulder. “Sorry for interrupting!”

All I hear is Riggs’s laughter as I leave the way I came.

I pull up to the curb outside Jocelyn’s townhouse and make my way to the back patio. Most of the lights are off, which tells me June and Jude are probably in bed.

Me:Here.

Classic:Where?

Me:*kangaroo emoji*

Classic:???

Me:I’m out back. Get it? Outback. Kangaroo?

She doesn’t respond, but the patio door slides open quietly a second later, and she steps through it, looking breathtaking in cotton pajama shorts and a tank. She’s gonna kill me dead one of these days with how quickly my blood rushes to my dick when she’s around.

“Here,” I say, keeping my eyes on her face, and hand her the book and the highlighter.

“What’s this?” She flips through the book with her nose scrunched all cute like.

“Guys like eating pussy, Classic,” I say bluntly. “Guys who are into women like eating pussy, because they want to make that woman feel good. If he doesn’t, he’s not worth the weight of his dick.”

I grab her waist and pull her into me.

“If a guy doesn’t get off on the idea of getting you off, he doesn’t deserve you.” I growl, then press my growing erection against her. Her eyes widen to twice their size. “This is what the idea of tasting you does to me. The thought of burying my face between your thighs and eating you until you scream makes me so fucking hard, you have no idea.”

She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, then reaches down and palms my dick, making me groan. I drop my forehead down, thrust my hips into her palm, and rasp into her hair.

“I cannot wait to taste your pussy, Classic.”

I let her stroke me through my shorts a few times before I force myself away with a shuddering breath.

“That book,” I say roughly, and gesture to the book she’s holding, “Read it, or skim it, or whatever, but I want you to highlight the shit that gets you hot.”

“What,” she gasps in horror, and I smirk.

“You heard me. Anything that intrigues you, anything that turns you on, fucking highlight it. Especially the pussy eating.” I wink at her. “I think it’s time we get started on the last item on your list.”

* * *

It’sWednesday when I pull into the parking lot at Harvest View. I’m here to visit Rox, yeah, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to see Joss too.

My brain has been working overtime since Sunday. I’ve tried not to be an obnoxious pain in the ass and have managed to refrain from texting Jocelyn every time she’s crossed my mind, so our contact has been minimal, and I’m going through withdrawals. I can’t stop thinking about her face when she confessed what her dickbag ex-husband told her.

Guys don’t like that.