Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“So?”

“I asked you to drop me off.”

“You really think that was gonna happen?”

No. But not for the reasons Dean is suggesting. Not because he’s an asshole who lives to cause trouble.

He is. But he’s staying to see me off.

To make sure I get to security without crumbling into a million pieces.

My cell buzzes against the pocket of my shorts. Again. This must be Ryan’s fourth call. Or maybe it’s the fifth.

I can’t bring myself to look at my phone to find out.

“What is that?” Dean nods to my pocket.

“My crotch.”

He makes a show of laughing. “Is that a call you’re getting or you just packing your vibrator with you?”

“My vibrator is too big to fit in my pocket.”

“Go on…”

“In your dreams.”

Again, he motions to my pocket. “It’s buzzing.”

It is. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing, really?”

“Yeah. An alarm,” I lie.

He shakes his head you’re so full of shit. His sandals squeak against the tile as he takes a step toward me. “Then let me see.”

“I have to go.”

“Am I holding you down?”

“You’re into that?”

His grin gets mischievous. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’ll fill you in if you let me see.”

“I don’t care.”

“Bullshit.”

“Even if I did.” I really don’t. “You’ll fill me in either way.” I should go. I should turn and run to security. But I can’t leave. This is normal. It’s easy. It’s family.

As soon as I leave, that’s gone.

Hell, this might be the last time I see Dean for a while.

Or ever.

My entire life revolves around Ryan.