Five Weeks (Seven Series #3)(112)

“The guy at 7-Eleven who bought me a donut when I was fifty cents short.”
“I’m serious.”
I shrugged. “It was a good donut.”
Jericho’s lips twitched. He gently touched my shoulders as if we were having an ordinary conversation anywhere. But we weren’t. I had my coochie on display while Jericho was swinging in the breeze. He licked his lips, and a smile crossed his expression. “I’ve got an idea. You with me?”
I nodded.
“All right. Here’s the deal. You go through this heat thing…”
“Easy for you to say.”
He shushed me with a finger pressed to my lips. “You get through this cycle and then go back to work.”
“If Jake hasn’t fired me.”
“Don’t sweat it,” he said in a deep voice. “He’s cool, just a bottom-line kind of guy. You’ll have your job, and I’ll go back to playing my shows.”
“So that’s it? That’s your plan? Go back to what we were doing?”
“No more women.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Say again?”
“I’ll give you time, baby, because that’s what you need. But guess what? I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again. I’m putting my claim on you, and that means if anyone messes with you, then he’ll answer to me. Maybe I can’t call you my girl just yet, but I’m going to look after you. I’m going to make you smile and dance at the donut shop with your bad self. We’re going to be best friends again, so that means we hang out and watch movies like we used to do. What we have ain’t just about the sex, and damn, the sex is off the charts. It’s about the spark, like you’re the melody and I’m the words.” His voice fell to a soft whisper. “You don’t have to tell me you love me—just put on this shirt.” He handed me the Pink Floyd shirt, and I put it on my lap. “When you decide to wear it, then I’ll know.”
“Know what?”
He leaned forward and his luscious lips met with mine, easing into a deep kiss. His tongue filled my mouth, and his kiss was so hot that I expired right then and there.
Jericho’s kiss abruptly ended, and he pulled me in with a magnetic gaze to answer my question. “I’ll know when I see you in that shirt again that you love me.”
 

Chapter 26
Leaving Isabelle alone in that motel room was a testament to his strength, but Jericho reluctantly did the right thing. A woman going through heat wasn’t in her right frame of mind, and expecting her to work out relationship stuff was unrealistic.
Especially after having hot, delicious sex on a dresser. Man, it was even better than the first time. Not just because of how blissfully good her sweet apple pie was—it had everything to do with the way she watched him with hooded eyes. The way she lay down for him, how creamy her skin looked against his tanned hands, her red hair splayed across the wood, and the sensual feel of her thighs wrapped around his waist. It was abso-fucking-amazing. Enough to make his wolf howl.
Turns out, he’d spent an hour in her motel room. Didn’t seem like it, but Denver had taken off by the time Jericho made it to the parking lot. So he began walking and gave Joker a call to let him know he wasn’t going to make the show.
“We can’t cancel, man. Where the fuck are you?”
“Send Trev into the lion’s pit,” Jericho suggested.
“You want him to take your place?”
“Make it or break it time. Unless you wanna sing.”
“Hell no.”
Jericho hung up the phone, and his mind drifted back to Isabelle. As tempting as it was to go back, he wasn’t about to start up a relationship based on sex with the one woman who mattered to him. Then again, it was too late for that.
He kicked a beer can and realized he was strolling down the street wearing a woman’s tank top and a thin sheen of sex sweat on his face.
“I didn’t know you were turning tricks,” a voice said from a car on his left. Jericho glanced at the vintage Camaro as Wheeler leaned over to the passenger side. “Get in, sweetheart,” he said with a dark chuckle.
Jericho opened the door and sank into the seat. “How the hell did you find me?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Denver. He’s pissed off. Guess he thought he was getting some tail going out with the rock star.”
That made Jericho feel like shit, but Denver would get over it. He was insufferably picky, and chances are he wouldn’t have hooked up with a girl anyhow.
Wheeler rubbed his nose. “You smell like sex.”
“You smell like peanuts.”
A bag appeared in front of Jericho’s face, pinched between Wheeler’s fingers. “Take some. I bought the unsalted ones by accident.”