“Berkley needs to work it out himself. You’re not running over there and talking him into being with me.”
“What if I spent some time talking him out of it already? Might have even dug at a few of his issues he’s got in that hard head of his.” He looks at his red knuckles. “Harder than I thought it was going to be.” I give him another hit to the chest.
“Good.”
“Good?” Davis looks at me as though I’m nuts.
“Yeah, good. If Berkley isn't going to fight for me, it’s better I know now than years down the road.”
“All right. We do it your way. I’ll stay out of it. I’m a little shocked how quickly he bought into us being a thing. He’s never seen us so much as kiss.”
“He believes it. Gets all kinds of jealous over it too.” It’s terrible, but I smile thinking about it. It’s hard to get Berkley to show emotions a lot of the time.
“Damn. Maybe I should try the big screen instead of the football field.”
I snort. “Maybe so. If anything I should be the one worried about you being in love with Berkley and getting mad at me.” Davis’s eyes go round, and his whole body stills. “But I don’t think he’s your type.”
He grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I think we can still do this ten-year plan. Just hear me out.” I start to laugh, ready for whatever ridiculousness that is about to come out of his mouth, but the sound of Berkley’s angry voice cuts me off.
“You’re not going to be around in ten years if you don’t get your fucking hand off my girl,” Berkley shouts. I jump up, blocking him from getting to Davis by holding my hands out. Berkley comes to a stop right in front of me. His warm dark eyes drop down to mine, and I can see the pain behind them.
“Berkley.” I breathe his name. He falls to his knees in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“I wish I was a better man. You deserve a better man, but I can’t let you go. I’m sorry. You’re mine.” He buries his face in my stomach, melting my heart.Chapter NineteenBerkley“I feel like a third wheel in this melodrama,” Davis complains.
I let out a sigh and push to my feet before I bury my face between her legs. “I’m not into threesomes, man.”
“Me either,” protests Chandler.
“It wouldn’t matter if you were,” I tell her.
“Oh, so my feelings don’t matter now?” She puts her hands on her hips.
Davis leans back, enjoying the show.
“Sure, but if you slept with another guy, I’d have to kill him, and that doesn’t seem like it’d be good for our relationship.” I motion between Chandler and me.
“Same goes for you.”
“I don’t plan on sleeping with any guys.”
Davis covers his mouth to muffle a laugh.
“I was talking about women, and you know it.”
I wink at her. “You’re the only one for me.”
“Better be or chop chop.” She makes a couple slicing motions in the air.
Davis folds his hands over his crotch, but I lean forward and kiss her. I like her aggressiveness and her possessiveness. It matches mine.
“Now I feel like a third wheel in a porn shoot,” Davis says.
Chandler breaks away. “You poor baby. Come next door and I’ll make you a tart.”
“That sounds vaguely sexual.” I frown.
“It’s not!” Chandler calls over her shoulder from the stairs. “It’s only because you have a one-track mind.”
“Yeah, get your mind out of the gutter.” Davis punches me in the shoulder and clambers up the stairs after Chandler.
Everything seems fine between all of us. Chandler and Davis make jokes while she rolls out dough and makes some kind of fruit syrup, but we haven’t really talked about anything. We’ve brushed aside the fight as if it never happened, and it makes that space between my shoulders itch. I’m not one for exploring my feelings and shit like that, but it doesn’t sit right. It’s like covering an infected wound. The injury still exists, and it’s not going away because there’s a Band-Aid over it.
I clear my throat. “By the way, I think someone hit your bike.”
Davis leaps to his feet. “What the fuck?” He tears out of there without another word.
Chandler casts a suspicious glance in my direction as she pulls the tart crust out of the oven. “You didn’t need to make up a lie to get him out of here.”
I grimace. “How do you read me so easy?”
“I wasn’t able to before. It must be because your dick has been inside of me.” My jaw drops and peals of laughter fall from her lips. “You look so shocked. It’s hilarious. Go outside and have your little meeting while I finish up here.”
I give her another quick kiss before heading out. Davis is inspecting the back of his bike when I reach him.