Van doesn't say anything for a moment, but then his chin jerks up and he nods toward the exit. "You go and get some sleep. I'll stay with him tonight and be his DD."
"You don't have to--"
"Just go, Simone," he mutters, and I see something in his eyes other than friendship he's offering to my brother.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I ask him suspiciously.
"Why would you ask that?" he inquires with a casual smirk.
"Because you can't stand to be around me," I snap at him.
For the first time since I met Van a little more than three weeks ago, I'm boggled to see actual amusement on his face when he says, "Now that's absolutely not true. But I do appreciate you keeping your word that you'd stop the come-ons."
I want to smack him. Then kiss him.
Instead I roll my eyes at him. "Call me if you have any trouble, but my advice is to try to get him home early and not let him get too drunk."
"On it," he says, and then he turns and walks away.
And fuck if I don't like Van now more than ever.
Chapter 7
Van
I wipe condensation off my drink glass, ignoring the liquor inside it. Lucas thinks I'm along for the ride tonight to get hammered and bang some anonymous pussy. At least that's what he said when he'd invited me out tonight, and because I've been on partial baby-sitting duty this past week along with Simone, I didn't have any qualms about accepting his invitation. The only problem is that I knew he'd be making a mistake if he screwed another woman. Not because he has a duty to Stephanie, which he doesn't...she broke it off with him.
But only because if they do have a chance of working things out, he's going to hate himself later if he goes through with this insane idea.
Unfortunately, I needed reinforcements, because if it was just Lucas and me out on the town together tonight, I'd be hard-pressed to keep him off a woman. He knows that's not my nature ordinarily, and he'd also expect me to be getting some tonight. I don't feel like going through the guise of acting interested in someone just so Lucas doesn't catch on that he's being handled like a kid who can't be trusted not to put his hand in the cookie jar.
So I told Simone she had to come out with us.
"Why?" she asked curiously. Since that night at Hoolihan's a week ago, we had sort of a silent pact that we would double team Lucas to keep him out of trouble until he could get his head out of his ass. One of us was always with him, and oddly I didn't really mind the responsibility. I'd like to say it was completely altruistic of me to have Lucas's back, but truthfully I'm doing it for Simone. She may be a brazen little brat who turns my world upside down, but I can't lie and say that I don't like who she is at the core of her being. And that's because she's kept her word and has left me alone. It shows she's honest and trustworthy, so I kind of like helping her out in return.
I had to tell Simone the truth of her brother's plans. "Because he intends to get laid tonight, and you and I both know it's a bad idea."
She nodded in agreement and "Operation Stop Lucas From Having Sex With Another Woman was in effect. Lucas wasn't altogether too happy about it, but I don't think he's deterred. Not if the way he's looking at that blonde across the bar is any indication right now.
Tonight has not gone well. A perfect storm was brewing, and it got launched when Lucas, Simone, and I went over to Max and Jules's to have dinner before we went out. Since we took the second round in game five, we had a full week until the start of the conference finals, and chilling and grilling seemed to be a good idea.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, Stephanie had lunch with Jules today, and she told Jules just what an asshole her soon-to-be brother-in-law was. Seems Lucas had told Stephanie when they broke up that she'd fuck their kid up because she was fucked up by her parents. Or that was the gist of what I got.
It was a totally fucked-up thing to say, but personally, I think it was more fucked up for Jules to call Lucas on the carpet for a rash reaction. Anyone that knows the dude knows he would never mean something like that, and I'd bet my entire salary the reason he was drinking so much was because of saying those things to Stephanie. I guarantee you the guilt is tearing him up.
But Jules lit into him when we arrived at their house and Lucas stormed out.
Since Simone and I were on baby-sitting duty--unbeknownst to anyone--we both followed him out the door.
And here we are in a bar, and Lucas is knocking back the liquor hard and shooting "I want to fuck you" eyes at the blonde.
"Lucas," Simone says as she nudges her brother in the shoulder. "I think we should talk about it. You and Stephanie had something really good, and you both can't throw your hands up and quit yet."
Lucas spins on her, and that causes her to take a startled step backward, where her luscious ass comes into contact with my thighs. I step back, fighting my instinct to put my hands on her hips and hold her there. Her ass pressed up to my cock is what I want, but she's kept her word and has left me alone. I need to let her go and quit wishing for something I can't have.
Lucas snarls at his sister in defiance. "I'm not the one that quit that relationship. That was all Stephanie, so I'm not the bad guy here."
"You are if you said those things to her," she retorts. "If there was a chance to work it out, you probably shot that to shit with those nasty things you said."
Lucas's face mottles with rage and guilt, and he looks like a powder keg ready to explode. I want to tell Simone to dial it down, but I hold my tongue because I'm afraid I'll add fuel to the fire.
Simone turns conciliatory with her brother. Her voice softens. "Maybe if you went over to see her and apologized, you could get back on track. You are still having a baby with her, you know."
"Mind your own fucking business," Lucas growls at her. "And I mean that sincerely. If you can't, pack your shit up and get out of my house."
Simone's body actually jerks, and yeah, that was fucking harsh, but I know Lucas would never kick her out. What he would do though is pull his keys out of his pocket and thrust them at me. "Get Simone home if you don't mind. I've got much better things to do with my time."
I take the keys, but a glance at Simone shows she's furious with her brother. He doesn't see it, and probably doesn't want to see it. He just turns and starts to walk across the bar toward the blonde, who's been sending him the same "fuck me" vibes since we got here.
"Lucas," Simone calls out to her brother.
He doesn't look back.
"Lucas, you don't want to do this." Her voice has a note of desperation and my gut churns for her.
Lucas still doesn't look back.
"Lucas, look at me damn it," she yells loud enough everyone in the bar hears it. Lucas stops and looks over his shoulder.
"Guess what?" she asks tauntingly, and I don't like the sound of her voice. "I've been secretly making out with your roommate and he loves it."
A blast of adrenaline spikes through me at her admission, and while I don't think she said that for any purpose other than to distract Lucas, it still pisses me off.
It pisses me off more, though, when she turns and wraps her arms around my neck, going up to her tiptoes to press her mouth against mine. My lips part in surprise and her tongue slips in.
Fuck that feels so goddamn good.
I fist my hands hard so I don't pull her to me. I don't participate in the kiss, but fuck if I can find the willpower to push her away. Slowly I find myself starting to fall prey to her sensuality and I actually reason to myself that it would be okay just to have her once.
"What the fuck?" Lucas yells, and it startles Simone enough that she steps back from me. She turns to look at her brother, her eyes roaming over his face to gauge his reaction.
Fury sweeps through me that she'd out us like that. That she'd touch me, kiss me, when she said she wouldn't. And a rage so hot that I still want this woman more than I've ever wanted anything in my life courses through me.
I step into Simone and sh
e looks up at me. I lean down and snarl at her, "That was not fucking cool."
Slamming the keys down onto the bar, I don't give another glance to Simone or Lucas. I stomp out of the bar with her taste still on my tongue.
--
Headlights sweep across the dark interior of the house and I stand up from the couch. Looking out the front window, I see it's Simone, and she's all alone. That can only mean Lucas must be off fucking that blonde.
I watch from the darkness as she trudges up the steps, her shoulders sagging in defeat. When she hits the light of the porch, I see the same on her face.
Stepping back from the window, I'm there to meet her when she comes in the door. Her eyes flare with surprise, and when she sees the look on my face, they instantly ignite with fire.
The look on my face probably says a million things, but it mostly says I'm done fighting this shit. She crossed a line tonight, going back on her word with me, but I decided she's not the only one I'm pissed at. I'm furious with myself because I let one tiny kiss obliterate all my resolve where she's concerned.
I am still pissed at her, though.
For using me to distract her brother.
For being outrageously seductive.
For knowing how to kiss so fucking good I feel like I'm going to die without another taste.
For tempting me and causing me to lose control.
My hands shoot out to the side of her head and I fist my hands in her long hair. She gasps as I pull her to me and slam my mouth onto hers. This kiss is brutal, born of frustration and lust, and a final fall from any grace she may have once had from me.