Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(104)
“Yes!” I throw my hands up and let them come down to slap my thighs. “DJ Foxy woman! That girl you dated for like a year!”
He doesn’t answer right away, so I go back to feeling justified.
“We broke up,” he finally says. He’s way calmer than I am.
“When? Just now?” I’m tapping my foot on the ground. I can’t help it. All this nervous energy has to go somewhere, and it’s not going on his dick no matter what he says.
“No, like three weeks ago.”
I pause. “You kissed me before that.”
“Hence the break up.” He has the decency to look embarrassed. “See, I was going to break up with her sooner, but we just kind of kept hanging on for no reason. After you’ve been with someone a while, it gets easier to just stay, you know?”
I shake my head. “No. I do not know.” The truth is I never liked a guy enough to be sad when we broke up. I was always relieved.
“Well, for me, that’s how it was. But then I saw you at the club with Teagan that first time and then I saw you again…” He shrugs.
“What? Am I supposed to believe that you broke up with DJ Snatchypants because you got the hots for me when you first met me? Please.” I roll my eyes. “Ridiculous.”
He moves closer and I back up. My butt runs into the car.
“I didn’t break up with Sheila, which is her real name, just because I saw you. I was already going down that road. But then when you came in and started doing that thing you do, being who you are, I knew I had to be free. Just in case some day I might be able to convince you to go out with me. I didn’t want to be tangled up with her still.”
I’m trying really hard not to be flattered. “And what was that hug I just saw? Up in the booth.” I nod at him. Busted. “Didn’t think I saw that, did ya?”
“Breaking up isn’t easy sometimes. She’s still upset. It was just a hug.”
“Looked pretty hot to me.”
“Not any hotter than your dance with that guy.”
Now it’s my turn to explain. I know this. But I can’t make myself do it. My chin goes up a fraction of an inch.
He puts his hands on my upper arms and moves in closer.
Maybe I’d try to escape his touch if I had any more room to maneuver but the car has me trapped. I’m not that upset about it, though. I like the way he makes me feel. And I cannot deny the honesty I see in his eyes.
“I’m not perfect, not by any means. I drink too much sometimes, I get loud, I start shit, I like to fight every once in a while just for the hell of it … but I like you. I like your family. I mean … I love you guys, you know?”
I swallow the lump that appears suddenly in my throat. “You just said the L-word.”
“Yeah, I kind of did, didn’t I?” His smile could not be more sweet or more charming than it is right now.
“You have really bad taste, you know that?”
“Why would you say that?” he asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “You know we’re a bunch of irresponsible assholes who light shit on fire and lick cat turds when no one’s looking, right?”
“Sounds like a house full of hellions.”
I snort. “You got that right.”
“Seems like I could fit right in.”
The ice surrounding my heart is melting fast. “Maybe. If you play your cards right.”
“How about I start by making sweet, sweet love to you in the back seat of that hot Buick of yours?”
I burst out laughing and he joins me a half-second later.
“Is that a no?” he asks.
I’m holding my stomach it hurts so much. I hang onto his arm for support. “Stop. Seriously. It’s killing me.”
He puts his arm around me and pulls me towards the club by his side. “Fine. If you won’t let me make sweet, sweet love to you in the back seat, at least come dance with me.”
“Can I twerk it out on your junk?” I say when I can talk properly again.
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Will you foam finger me?”
He smiles. “If that’ll make you happy.”
I swing around and jump up into his arms, straddling his hips. “I accept.”
He pushes his lips into mine and gives me a dizzying kiss as he keeps walking.
I’m happy to stay in this position for another hour, but apparently he has other things on his mind.
“Move in with me,” he says against my mouth.