“What did you say?” Kelsey asks.
“I just said hey, figured I’d work him in first.” My phone dings, and I read his text out loud. “Hey, was just thinking about you.”
“Ooo, ask him what he was thinking about,” Kelsey says.
I text back.
Lia: What were you thinking about?
My phone dings. “About how I want to see you tonight. Come over to my place?” I glance up at the girls. “Should I say it now?”
They all nod. On a shaky breath, I text him back.
Lia: I’ll be there . . . I really want to sit on your face.
I squeeze my eyes shut and press send. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said that to him. What if he thinks it’s weird?”
“Guaranteed he won’t,” Lottie says. “He’ll love it so much.”
“He will,” Myla adds. “Just wait.”
I stare down at my phone, and when I see the blue dots indicating that he’s typing, my stomach drops. And then a resounding ding sounds off through the living room.
Instead of reading it out loud at first, I read it to myself.
Breaker: Good. Your cunt is mine tonight. I’m famished.
My eyes widen when I look up at the girls.
“Oooo, his response has to be good,” Lottie says.
I turn the phone around for all of them to read it together because I can’t say what he texted out loud.
“Dear God,” Kelsey says.
“Ummm, did Breaker just win?” Lottie asks.
Myla nods her head as she sits back. “Yeah, he beat out all the boys with his response.” She then looks at me and says, “Have fun tonight. Looks like it’s going to be one hell of a time.”
Chapter Nineteen
BREAKER
I owe Lottie and Kelsey a medal of honor because I know for a fact the reason Lia texted me earlier about wanting to sit on my face is because of them. I know they had a knitting club thing tonight because JP was bitching about how he wanted to go ravage his wife but couldn’t.
Lia’s participated in everything I’ve initiated so far, which has been out-of-this-world amazing. But then I read . . . I really want to sit on your face. Fuck, did that send an enormous smile to my lips. Does that mean she’s starting to feel more comfortable with the idea of us? So soon? Fuck yes, I hope so. There is no doubt in my mind that the girls have convinced her to step outside of her comfort zone.
And I’m fucking grateful.
Lia is at her place now, changing, not sure into what, but she’s changing, and I’m waiting impatiently for her to get here. I’ve thought about how I want to approach this because I want her to feel like she can take charge, but I also know that she’s most likely going to be shy, so I’m going to have to read her.
I pace my living room, and when I hear a door next door shut, I hold my breath. I stare down my door, and after a few seconds, the knob twists open.
“Hey,” she calls out.
I glance toward the entryway and catch her in a pair of green silk shorts and a white tank top. She’s not wearing a bra. That’s evident by how hard her nipples are.
“Hey,” I say as I come into view.
Immediately, her eyes fall to my chest. I’ve noticed she’s spent more time checking me out in the recent week than ever before, and I’m eating it up. It’s why I keep going shirtless when I’m around her.
I walk right up to her, slip my hand around her waist and pull her into my chest, then kiss the top of her head.
Have I wanted to kiss her on the lips? Every goddamn second I’m around her, but I’m waiting. That first kiss, it’s going to be a special moment, one I want to fucking remember forever, so I’ve held off even though it’s pained me.
“How was knitting club?” I ask her calmly. Difficult, because my body is buzzing from her text.
“It was fun,” she says as she pulls away. I can tell right away that she isn’t displaying as much confidence as she was with her text, so I’ll need to take charge.
Not a problem at all.
I take her hand in mine and move her to the couch, where I take a seat. I have her sit between my legs so her back is to my chest. We stretch our legs out along the couch, and because I already have music playing and the lights are dimmed, the mood is set.
Her head rests on my shoulder, and I circle her waist while one hand moves under her shirt so I’m touching her stomach.
“Did you see that the Blue Man Group was coming to LA?” I ask.
“They are?” she asks. “Please tell me we’re going.”
I chuckle. “You know, I could always take you to Vegas to see them. I’m rich after all. Hell, I can host our own private show here at the apartment.”
“Flashing your money, are we?”
I like her lighthearted tone, so I go with it. “I feel like I need to impress.”
“Do you know how you can impress?” she asks. “Recite all of the characters in Harry Potter in alphabetical order with corresponding house—if they have one.”
“Hmm, something to work on.” I smooth my hand over her stomach and then work my way up to her breast, barely skimming it with my fingers. “Do you know what JP told me today?”
“What?” she asks, her voice sounding breathless.
“Huxley apparently has a soft spot, and I’m not talking about Lottie.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” I say while dragging my fingers along her stomach, loving how it dips and expands with every breath she takes and every touch I make. “Huxley was in his office, and JP walked in on him and saw his eyes were teary.”
“No, I don’t believe it,” she says while shaking her head. “Huxley doesn’t cry.”
“I know, that’s what I said. And when JP asked him what was going on, Huxley shut down.”
“Yeah, as if the man would share his feelings.”
“Exactly,” I say, loving how much Lia knows about my family. “But you know JP, he’s relentless, and he irritated Huxley so much that he finally spilled and said he was watching a video Lottie sent him of a baby hearing for the first time after not being able to hear since birth. Huxley ended up showing JP the video, and they teared up together. Then of course JP donated half a million dollars to a foundation that helps families who can’t afford the equipment needed to help their children hear.”
“Oh my God, that’s so sweet,” Lia says. “I thought you were going to say something ridiculous like . . . JP’s pigeon craze.”
“That’s where I thought it was going too,” I say as I bring my hand back up to her breast. This time, I lightly cup it and drag my thumb over the bottom. “But I was surprised to hear that it was about a kid. It makes me think they’re hiding something.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I think Lottie might be pregnant.”
“No.” Lia shakes her head. “She had drinks with us the other night.”
“Yeah, but JP also said he’s seen some nonalcoholic knockoffs. Or she’s skipped the booze portion of the drink.”
Lia twists so she sits on my lap now, her back against the couch and her legs draping off the edge of the couch. “No, she can’t be pregnant. I’m sure I would have been able to tell.”