Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,15
hand on his jeans. His pupils are black holes that I could get lost in. If I was an astronaut, that is. “Why don’t you tell me how much you’ve had to drink.”
“Um, six.” I shrug.
“Six what?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and directs me back into the store. “Beers? Glasses of wine?”
“Cocktails,” I say while he grabs his own hotdog.
“Okay. What kind of cocktails?”
“Margaritas.”
“The blue ones?” He makes himself a raspberry, lemon, blueberry Slurpee.
“Yep.” I pop the P. “See, not drunk. I’m not even slurping.”
“Slurring?” He puts his items down on the counter and pulls out his wallet so he can pay.
“Right.” I nod exuberantly.
“And that’s it?”
“Oh no.” I slap his shoulder. “There were tequila shots.”
The lines in his forehead deepen as he puts his wallet away. “How many?”
“Let’s see.” I count off on my fingers. “One for every drink except the first one so five.”
“Five?”
“Maybe seven.” I giggle. Gasp. Clap my hand over my mouth because as a rule I don’t giggle like a teenager anymore.
“I have no idea how you’re still standing.” He shakes his head as we make our way outside again.
“You taught me well, wise one,” I quip.
“Oh no. You’re not pinning this on me,” he says as we walk toward the L. “Your threshold has nothing to do with me. Do you want Hud to kill me?”
“Okay fine.” I take the last bite of my hot dog and dispose of the rubbish. Hanging out with a group of boys meant I learned to drink like them and while I’m slight of build compared to them, I can handle my alcohol almost as well. “It was all of you boys. Including my brother.”
“Better,” he says, guiding me toward the platform.
“I can get home from here,” I tell him, sucking on my straw like it’s his finger all over again. The icy beverage does nothing to cool the heat between my thighs at the fantasy images that conjures up.
“I’ll take you home,” he says in a way that tells me there’s no room for argument.
But come on, what kind of independent woman would I be if I didn’t argue a little? “I’m fine, truly. I’m not a child. I have my pepper spray and my whistle. I can get home on my own. If you want I’ll call you when I get in.”
“Sorry.” He takes my elbow and guides me onto the train. “I need to see you home for my own peace of mind.”
“Okay.” I drop onto one of the vinyl seats and he sits beside me. “That guy you work with there tonight? Why didn’t he make sure you got home safe?”
“Lewis. Of course he was there. We were celebrating. He’s having a baby. And we landed the hotel renovation.” I throw my arms up in the air. “Everything is coming up roses.”
I wince as ice cold, blue sugar water drips down on me.
He leans his elbows on his quads and chuckles. “You okay there?”
“Sure.” I shiver. “It’s not that cold.”
“I’d give you something of mine to warm you up, but I only have my T-shirt.”
“That’ll do.” I make grabby hands at the material. If he’s willing to strip, who am I not to take advantage of the moment? Plus it will smell like him, and I want to run my nose along the collar of the soft cotton. “Give it to me.”
He disentangles my hands from the material. “This is your stop, Lily.”
“Oh, right.” I pop up like a jack in the box. “The sooner we get to my apartment the sooner I can strip out of my clothes. Have you ever wondered what I look like naked?”
He chokes on his Slurpee. Coughs into his fist. “Can’t say that I have.”
“I’ve wondered what you look like naked,” I blurt. Apparently those words were much easier to say than I thought they would be.
“Let’s get you home to bed.” He stands beside me, holds my waist as we come to a stop. Which is good, because the floor is moving under my feet.
“Yes, let’s.” I run my gaze up and down his body. “I’ve been wanting to take a ride on you for a very long time.”
He blinks several times. Then he takes my arm and ushers me off the train and up onto the street. Two blocks later we’re at my apartment, and he’s taking my key to unlock the front door.
“Are you coming in?” I bite my lip, trying to be flirtatious or whatever it is those lip biting people