Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

She presses her lips together. “So?”

“What’s the point of making your ex jealous?” Walker looks to me. “You’re better than that.”

“Nah. He’s not. But at least he’s gonna do it right.” Dean jumps in. “You’re gonna whip it out on the dance floor, show her what she’s missing.” He motions to his crotch. “Massive cocks run in the family.” He winks.

She laughs. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

Dean makes a show of scratching his head. “Not following.”

“You’re gonna have to break it down for him, word by word,” Walker teases.

Her tits shake as she laughs. “You’re always going on about how virile—”

“Virile? Babe, you know I only read at a third-grade level,” Dean teases.

“You do not.” She slides off the stool. Adjusts the dress. Her eyes catch mine for a second then they’re on Dean. “You’re always talking about your cock. Like you’re compensating for something.”

“Babe, you bait me so well.” He blows her a kiss. Reaches for his zipper. “Let me prove it.” He unbuttons his jeans. “Take out those tits. I’ll be hard like that—” He snaps his fingers.

She presses her arm to her stomach, doubling over with laughter.

I don’t get it.

She and Dean are always flirting like this. He’s always being disgusting. She’s always pretending to hate it, but smiling anyway.

She says he’s not Mr. Powers.

But he must be.

The way she laughs with him—

I’ve never been jealous of my brother before. But this—

My fingers curl into fists. When I close my eyes, I see red. I want to hurt someone. Anyone who’s ever hurt her.

I’m not this guy.

I don’t get pissed like this.

Dean is a fucking slut, yeah. But he’s a good guy, deep down. He’ll treat Leighton well.

If he is Mr. Powers, I’m gonna have to find a way to

be okay with that.

“I hate to be the Ryan, but Greg doesn’t want to see your dick.” Walker motions to the bathroom in the back.

“All right. Let’s go to my suite.” Dean winks at Leigh. “You can give me a little manual help.”

“You make it sound so enticing,” she teases back.

“I’ll reciprocate.” He falls to his knees. Presses his hands together. “You know I dream about making you come.”

“You do not.” She laughs. “You don’t want to fuck me.”

“Leigh, how could you say that.” He tugs at the waist of his jeans. “Come with me. See how massive my desire for you is—”

“All right. I’m out. I’m gonna ask Iris to explain it to me.” Walker turns and moves into his suite.