Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

She laughs. “It’s a curse.”

The driver presses the door closed.

“Is this it?” Ryan asks.

“Penny and Frank are meeting us there.” Dean laughs. “They probably want to fuck first. Or after. You’re all gonna want to fuck after.”

“He got this guilty look in his eyes then said he was sorry,” I whisper.

“Does he know you’re in love with him?” Iris asks.

I clear my throat. “I…”

She shoots me a get real.

“No. He doesn’t.”

She pushes me toward him. “Sit with your boyfriend.”

I move to the bench next to Ryan. Shoot my best friend an I hate you glare.

She smiles back I love you too.

Walker whispers something in her ear.

She whispers back.

Then he’s not quite whispering. I only catch the word come. But I’m sure it’s dirty from the way she’s blushing.

“I texted Kay to invite her. Since we’re finally hitting an eighteen plus club. But she texted back something about not bothering her with my bullshit at work.” Dean shrugs how ridiculous.

“Brendon’s gonna deck you,” Walker says.

“He still hasn’t,” Dean says.

“That’s shocking.” Ryan wraps his arm around my waist then stares at it like he’s not sure how it got there.

Dean shakes his head. “I know. I need to up my game.”

Kristen looks around the car confused.

Dean leans in to whisper something in her ear.

Her dark eyes light up.

They’re dirty talking too.

The limo pulls onto the street.

I let my eyelids flutter together as I rest my head on Ryan’s shoulder.

He says nothing as he draws lazy circles on my forearm.

It’s a sweet, intimate gesture.

But I don’t know what it means.

Bright white light bounces off a shiny pole. A woman’s manicured hand wraps around the silver cylinder. Then it’s the inside of her knee.