Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,29
to leave her alone, I can’t. I have to find a way to get her to talk to me so we can get back to normal. For Hud’s sake. She needs to forget that she has a thing for me. I need to stop imagining what it might feel like to be with her. It’s a glitch. That’s all. We need to move past it.
Yep, it would be fan-fucking-tastic if I could forget that I saw those photos of her in her lace panties and her sheer bra. I’ve seen my best friend’s little sister naked. I’ve memorized the size of her areolas and the shape of her nipples. And I am never going to forget it. I don’t think I could shake those images loose if I went and banged my head against the bartop hard enough to rattle my brain.
It’s fine though. I can ignore the hell out of the fact that I’ve seen them. And that I lay in bed at night fantasizing about peeling that peek-a-boo lace down so I can wrap my tongue around each one. Until she’s writhing beneath me. Moaning. Calling my name like she’s about ready to lose her damn mind with lust.
Her violet locks spread out on my pillows. Her taut belly quivering as I draw my lips down the center to the edge of her panties.
Her sweet scent in my linen. Her thighs rubbing together to try to ease her need. My tongue against the gusset of her panties until she’s begging me to peel them off. Her legs draped around me as I settle between them. Her knees hooked on my hips as I fuck her.
“Christ. Fuck. You jackass.” I scrub the wet rings off the wood like I’m sanding the damn thing, working out some of the tension that has my jaw as rigid as my cock. I need to get this shit under control. Pretending I didn’t like Lily was much easier when I didn’t know she was still carrying a torch for me. Being aware that she likes me back makes it all so much fucking worse. Wanting her. Knowing I’d only hurt her…
“Hi.”
I glance up from the wood grain to the woman who has bellied up to the bar in front of me. She leans on the bar, her fingers toying with a tendril of her auburn hair while she runs her gaze up and down my body. She raises her voice so I can hear her over the music, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“That’s okay.” I offer her a friendly smile. She looks a little like someone I used to know a long time ago. “What can I get you?”
“I was hoping you could make me a Red Headed Slut.”
“Sure.” Turning up a glass on the counter, I add Jägermeister, schnapps, Red Bull, and cranberry juice. Give it a quick stir and place it in front of her. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” She hands over cash. Lifts the glass to her glossed lips and downs the cocktail before setting it back on the counter. A wet ring pools around it as she reaches across the divider to touch my arm.
She’s flirting with me. It happens a lot. I ignore it. “Another?”
“I meant the other kind of Red Headed Slut.” She flutters her eyelashes and bites her lip. All it does is make me think about Lily and the way she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth the night she was wasted out of her mind. It wasn’t sexy. It was ridiculous. And cute. Damn adorable. Until she kissed me. Then it was sexy. Then it was all I could do to keep my hands and mouth to myself. Then it took everything to leave without kissing her back.
I glance at Hud who is working the other end of the bar with Pez. Arrow is on the floor, collecting empties. Hud waggles his eyebrows at me. Gives me that look that suggests he’s ready to serve my end of the bar if I want to step away for a few minutes to get better acquainted with my new friend.
I grimace as I clean away her glass. I’m such a cliché. The guy who flirts with all the pretty redheads, takes them home and spends a mostly forgettable night in their company. But what am I supposed to do about it? It’s what I know. It’s who I am.
Better that than the guy who fucks over the people he cares about.