Hold On

“Well, until recently, I have been a dickhead magnet,” I explained.

“No, babe. You’re fuckin’ pretty, you dress great, and you got a fantastic body. Pretty much any guy who has a functioning dick would take one look at you and want in your pants. That’s why he asked you out.”

And Merry gives me more.

“That’s a nice thing to say,” I murmured, even though it wasn’t.

It was a bunch of amazing, awesome things to say.

“I take it you said no,” he noted.

“I’m kinda seeing someone.”

His brows shot together. “This was recent?”

I nodded and added, “He hasn’t been living there very long.”

His head tipped slightly to the side. “He hit on you and he’s got a woman?”

“I think they broke up.”

“Mm…” he muttered strangely but said no more.

“Are you gonna go apeshit on me?” I asked, feeling hopeful that, since he hadn’t yet, he wouldn’t.

“No,” he answered.

Good news.

“Are you gonna go apeshit on Ryker?” I went on.

“Absolutely,” he answered.

“Good,” I mumbled, dropping my eyes to my hand on his chest. “I’m pissed he pulled Ryan into whatever he’s got goin’ down. He deserves scary apeshit-Merry.”

“Babe.”

I lifted my eyes back to his.

“We learn a lesson?” he asked.

I was not a big fan of him asking that question with the nuance he thought I was a little girl who needed the big man to educate her.

That said, I’d definitely learned a lesson.

Not to mention, I knew better.

The minute Merry and I became an us, I should have stopped keeping things from him.

“I’ll answer affirmative to that only with the warning that if any future communications hold a nuance of condescension, especially full scale of the same, they will be responded to with knee action requiring hours of ice downs and render our sex life moot for a week,” I declared.

“You got trouble living two doors down,” Merry fired back. “You essentially knew about it. Didn’t tell me about it, even though two seconds after we became an us, the first thing I told you was that you laid that shit on me. And you’re makin’ threats because you think I’m being condescending?”

“Yes.”

He studied me.

Then he grinned as he moved my hand from his heart, curling it around his side as his other arm curled around me, drawing me close.

“It’s good you’re fuckin’ pretty and I’ve been in your pants and liked what I go so want to go back for more or you might get apeshit.”

It seemed like the crisis was averted, which was a relief.

At least for me.

Ryker was another story.

But I figured he could handle himself.

“I need to get back to work,” I told him. “Or to work at all, seeing as I didn’t even start. Ryan showed and I just let ’er rip.”

“Then I best let you go so I can find Ryker and tear him a new asshole.”

“Tear him a bigger one for me.”

He shook his head before he dipped it and touched his mouth to mine.

On the upswing, he muttered, “Came in for a drink with my girl.”

“You’re in luck. I’m a bartender and can see to that,” I replied.

“Can’t have a drink and go out and rip Ryker a new asshole.”

“Do that and then come back and hang with me.”

“She’s bossy even after she fucks up huge.”

I shrugged, being cocky, only because I could.

And again with the happy.

Because I’d fucked up huge; it was true. Merry wasn’t a big fan of me doing that; this was true too.

But it seemed he was big enough to get beyond it.

Or better, he liked me enough to get beyond it.

Or both.

So I could be cocky.

But I also felt happy because this said a lot about Merry, about me, about the relationship we were building. A fuckup like that could have led to a fight that could have torn down some of what we’d built, paving the way for us to tear down more.

Instead, we’d ended it like we’d started it.

Just us.

So yeah, I could be cocky.

And happy.