Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“I’m gonna be a trophy husband once she gets her PhD,” he says.

“In, what, five more years?” Dean asks.

“About that,” Walker says.

Leighton shakes her head. “I’m not letting her date a loser.”

“It’s gonna be for her.” He leans against the half-wall to his suite. “So I can cook her dinner every night.”

“And eat her out the second she gets home,” Dean suggests.

Walker laughs. “Great fucking idea.” He pulls out his cell. Smiles as he taps a text to his girlfriend.

“You need dirty talking tips from Dean?” Leighton sits on her stool. Crosses her legs. “Sad.”

Walker raises a brow. “Twenty bucks says I can make you wet in under a minute.”

“You can’t.” Her pupils dilate as she tugs at her dress.

“That’s a challenge.” He stares into her eyes. “Now I’m gonna have to fill you in on every dirty detail of what I did to Iris last night.”

“What did you…” She clears her throat. “Not interested.”

“Bullshit,” he says.

Leighton blushes. Stammers her way to a response. “No comment.”

“Drop it,” I say.

She pulls her dress down her legs. But that only pulls it down her chest.

Shows off more of her lacy black bra.

Walker looks to me. Raises a brow. “What are you all pissed about?”

“He’s an idiot,” Dean says. “That’s the crux of the issue.”

“Strong words from Dean.” Walker looks from his best friend, to me, to Leighton, back to me. “You all right, Ryan? By your standards?”

“Don’t talk to my girl like that.” The words are still easy on my tongue. Even though it’s a million times weirder calling Leighton my girl to Walker.

“Your girl?” Walker’s gaze goes to Leighton. “You and Ryan…”

She nods. Presses her lips together.

I shoot her a look. Play along.

She nods of course.

Walker’s expression screws with confusion. “Did I step into a time warp to April Fool’s Day?”

Dean looks to me. “Really?”

I nod yeah.

He turns to Walker. “Penny’s getting married. Ryan told her he has a girlfriend. So Leighton volunteered.”

“This is the kinda shit you’d crucify me and Dean for,” he says.