“That is not it, and if you’re going to say shit like that, I’m going to take you over the bar to prove you wrong.”
I shrug. “No, thanks. I don’t like boring sex.”
“Kitt, sort her out.”
Kitt shakes his head.
Coop’s eyes narrow. “Why not?”
“Funny.”
I grin and raise my eyebrows. “See? He’s on my side. Why was this last girl boring then? She just lie there, like a sack of potatoes?”
“Not exactly. Just didn’t feel right.”
“You had it in the right hole, yeah?” Kitt asks.
“Fuck off,” Coop replies. “She was…you know…”
“A man?” I say.
“You two are dicks!”
“Ah, come on. What was wrong with her?” Kitt asks.
“I’m not one to be rude about people’s bits and pieces, but she was big down there, like no-point-in-doing-it big. Seriously, it was like chucking a sausage down a tunnel.”
Kitt laughs, but I do not.
What the fuck is wrong with Cooper?
“Jesus! I have the worst mental image,” I groan. “You’re a terrible person, Coop.”
“You both asked me what was wrong with her.”
“And aren’t we regretting that?” Kitt probably isn’t actually. He’s still laughing.
They’re going straight to hell.
“How do you know it’s her and not you? You might be tiny,” I say.
I know he isn’t, and I don’t mean that I’ve been there, but almost everyone has seen Cooper’s penis. He’s not at all shy.
“You’re cute, Tex.”
“You’re a pig, Coop.”
“Who’s your conquest for the evening?” he asks, ignoring my gibe.
“Yeah, I’m not like you guys.”
“Ah, come on. I’ve pulled already. It looks like Milo is about to, and Kitt likes the blonde in the red dress. What about you?”
Kitt likes some slut in a red dress?
Gritting my teeth, I look around the room, pretending I’m not affected by Kitt’s perving over someone who is not me. “Not sure yet.”
“You’re not playing, Tex,” Kitt says.
He sounds very authoritative, and it’s bloody annoying. How dare he try to dictate what I can and cannot do, like my dad does. I know Dad told them to look out for me, but this is ridiculous.
Unless he likes you…
Nope. Don’t go there. It always backfires.
When we shared those kisses, the cage, every look, and every near miss, I thought something might come of it. I can’t keep giving a piece of myself to him, only to have it thrown back.
“I think I’ll do whatever I damn please. Thank you very much. Who isn’t a dickhead in here, Cooper?”
Throwing his arm around my shoulders, he scans the room. “Well…I don’t know many of them. Or I do, and I was drunk the last time.” He flashes a smile. His liver is probably shrivelled. “I think Isaiah is pretty down though.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, looking Isaiah over. “He’s gorgeous.”
“Cooper, what are you doing? Mark will have your balls if you introduce her to—”
“Funny enough, Kitt, I hadn’t planned on telling him,” he replies.
“You need to stop. I’m not a fucking kid, and if I want to see someone, I will,” I snap.
Who the bloody hell does he think he is?
Kitt holds his hands up and turns around. I instantly regret what I said, which pisses me off even more.
Forcing myself to look away, I say to Cooper, “Introduce me.”
I don’t really want to do this, but maybe meeting someone new is what I need to finally get over Kitt. To be fair, I’d be bloody over the moon just to stop thinking of him constantly.
We are never going to happen, and I have to accept that.
You can’t accept that because you’re so in love with him that you’d rather have your heart pummelled than walk away. You. Need. To. Seek. Help.
Cooper takes my hand and marches me through the throng of gyrating bodies on the dance floor. I recognise most people here, and I’m a little starstruck by some. Everyone is drinking champagne, and laughter is buzzing off the walls. It seems like Kitt and I are the only ones not jumping with happiness tonight.
Coop squeezes my hand as we get closer. I know of Isaiah and his band, The Kings. They’re a little more mainstream than Enigma and Filthy Sound, but they’re good. This is my first time meeting him.
He turns as we approach, and when his amber eyes land on me, he smiles. At least he seems interested. Isaiah is very good-looking. His chiselled jaw and dusty-blond hair are enough to melt hearts and have women lift their skirts. He’s tall and muscular, and he has a killer smile.
Even though he’s the whole perfect package, I can’t help but compare him to Kitt. I do it with every man.
And, of course, Kitt never loses.
“Isaiah, hey, man,” Cooper says, slapping him on the shoulder.
“Great show tonight,” Isaiah replies.
“Thanks. This is—”
“Texas Knight,” Isaiah finishes. “Pleasure.” He leans in and kisses my cheek.
Bit forward, but Kitt is backward, so it’s a nice change.
“Hi,” I say before biting my lip.