Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“More or less ridiculous than Brendon?”

“Tough call.” He turns to the pool. “The fucker corrupted Kay too thoroughly. She barely responds to my teasing.”

“And Leighton?”

“What about her?”

“You offered to make her come.”

His blue eyes light up as he laughs. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I offer to make her come all the time.”

“Why?”

“Why do you wear black every day?”

I see his point. Asking Dean why he teases Leighton is like asking a fish why it swims.

It’s just what he does.

But—"Have you two ever?”

“I tried. Believe me. But she’s not interested.”

“You do want to fuck her?”

He motions to Leighton in the pool. To the tiny swimsuit hugging her tits. “Of course I want to fuck her. Look at her.”

“Said the same thing to Brendon.”

“Great minds think alike.”

“That’s terrifying.” I take another swig. “Do you actually want to fuck her?”

“Don’t understand this actually word. She’s hot. And she plays hard to get. What else is there to consider?”

“You like her?”

“Yeah. I am capable of friendship.”

“You want to be with her?”

“You’re going in circles, Ryan.” Dean uses a spatula to scoop the burger onto a paper plate. “You want a bun?”

“No.”

He hands over the plate. Nods to the condiments.

I grab mustard and a fork. Drown the patty in Dijon.

Dean scoops a second burger onto a plate. Piles it high with toppings.

He turns the grill down and plops in the blue patio c

hair.

He looks over the glass table to me. “Be careful with her.”

“Leigh is tough. She doesn’t need—”