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“Nope, just need to open the door and let her in.”
“Come again?”
“She and Marks take shifts over at CeCe’s. When hers is up and if I’m home, she’s riding my dick or my face.”
“Since when?” I ask, not sure if I believe this, but also, why the hell wouldn’t I?
“Since the first night I pulled in here and every night I’ve been here since.”
“Wait—isn’t she dating?—”
“She might be, but that’s got nothing to do with me.”
“Locke.” I palm my face.
“What?”
“Fuck, man, I don’t know, but I sure as hell wouldn’t be eating pussy that’s been getting it from somewhere else.”
He shrugs. “Still tastes like mine.”
“I have not a clue where to go with this, and it’s not my business, but you’re obviously in need of an ear and some advice.”
He shakes his head. “Just came for the beer and the pup.”
“Not calling bullshit, but I’ll tell you a story, and you can do with it what you will.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I haven’t kissed Red’s lips since I’ve been back because she’s not pushed up on her little toes and demanded it. It’s fucking killing me, too, but she needs that control over us, and I’m giving it to her. But when she backs away, acts like she’s gonna end it, I remind her how we feel about each other and assure her I’m not going anywhere.”
“Not following the lesson in this one, Hart.” He takes a sip of his beer.
“She’s got all the control, and you just let her have it.”
“She might need it, just like CeCe does.”
“Might be true, but she needs to know you aren’t just a dick or a face to ride.”
“So, what are you saying?”
“She comes knocking, tell her you want more.”
“She knows that,” he growls.
“You have history, deep history. Fix what was broken. Make her fix what she broke or let him win what could be the biggest game of your life, man.”
“Fuck him.” He crushes the can in his hand. “That motherfucker knows she and I have always had this thing. He’s not fucking her; he’s fucking me through her. It’s a game to him. One he’s played with many others. He doesn’t get to hurt her.”
“You need to tell her that.”
“Did that; pissed her off. Told me I wasn’t allowed to speak to her again. Then she pushed me down on the couch, rode my dick, and left.” He pulls his feet off the railing, tosses the empty in the cooler and grabs another. “Don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”
“All right, let’s talk about tomorrow’s games,” I say, trying to extinguish the kindling I just threw a flame on.
He scrubs a hand over his face and leans back. “Question.”
“Shoot.”
