Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 6)

“You too. Had to explain who I was because you had that look of death on your face. I just got here, can’t be killed yet,” I joke, and Posey grins over at her new beau.

Oh. She’s lovestruck.

Posey smacks me, stealing my attention. “I didn’t even know you were coming into town so soon.”

I shrug. It wasn’t the plan, but eh, here I am. “Wasn’t going to, but Ally convinced me. I tried calling my brother. Is he boning your sister?”

Posey scoffs. “No. I think he’s drunk.”

“Ah, no wonder he isn’t answering.” I hook my thumb toward Boon. “This guy looks cooler than that Maxim asshole.”

She leaves my side to go to his, taking his hand in hers. “He’s all right.” Wow. It seems to me he looks at her like I used to look at Jasmine. That all-consuming, take me back to your place and fuck me good kind of look. I’ve always wanted Posey to find someone who could love her right. I had a thing for her way back when, but her self-confidence was never there. She didn’t think anyone would want her. Now, though, I think being with this guy is helping her build that self-assurance. It’s really good to see. She deserves the best.

“All right, we’re out of here,” Posey says. I thought she’d want to stay and hang, but I’m pretty sure they have other plans. Naked plans. When she starts to drag Boon along, I stop her, leaning my lips to her ear. “You look happy.”

Ally says something to Boon as Posey’s eyes meet mine. “It’s really new.”

“Yeah, but it looks right.”

She looks back at him, then at me, her eyes so soft as she nods slowly. “I think it is.”

As I pull back, I hear Boon say, “Are you two together?”

Ally starts laughing first, with us joining with her soon after. I shake my head. “No, man. She’s my best friend.”

Posey drags Boon to her, a playful look on her face. “Whatever. Just give up and get married and have babies.”

Before I can muster up a comeback, Ally says, “Bye, Posey. Bye, Boon. It was nice to meet you.”

“Why does everyone want us to have babies?”

Ally shrugs. “I mean, I am hot, I should give children to the world, and you’re okay.”

I laugh as we sit down, picking up the paper which lists all the sushi rolls. I lean back in my seat as Ally taps the pencil to her lips and reads over the menu. When the waitress brings us two waters, I reach for mine after setting down my paper. Ally’s already picked her rolls and sips on her water as she waits for me. “I don’t know what I want.”

The waitress looks annoyed, and I smile. “Can I have a minute?”

She doesn’t answer, just walks away, and Ally shakes her head. “She’s gonna lick your roll.”

I grin, waggling my brows. “Ooh, dirty.”

She laughs. “Such a horndog.”

I shrug as I mark one of the rolls. “Why does everyone assume we’re together? My sisters said the same thing as Posey. So what, you came and got me. Everyone had something to do, and honestly, I’d rather roll with you.” When she doesn’t answer, I look up to find her watching me. Her green eyes are dark, and her lips are slightly parted in a very enticing way. It’s hard to ignore how pretty she is. I do a damn good job of it, though. “Ally?”

She blinks and shrugs. “I don’t know. I got asked that today too. Maybe it’s true, men and women can’t be friends without feelings being involved. Some say it has to do with the Adam and Eve thing. God didn’t put them on earth together to be friends. He wanted them to bang and make babies.”

“True, but—”

“It’s also said that men can’t be friends with women because what draws a man to a woman is attraction. Their pheromones. It isn’t because they’re a good time or anything like that—no, the man usually wants to bone. He is made to fuck. A man can find a female funny or even smart, but if he doesn’t find something about her he is attracted to, he won’t waste his time.”

“Um—”

“For females, it’s different. We don’t need attraction to be with a man. We can love them for other things. Sex is just a bonus.”

I blink. “I think my brain is bleeding.”

She ignores my sentiments. “Though, for our situation, it’s different. We grew up together, too young for attraction to be a thing. We liked you because you played Barbies with us instead of hockey. You could play the dad and always had good commentary—”