as hell for a second as she nodded in consent, then stomped off toward the bar where the bartender looked up and gave a jerk of her chin at Tandy’s words.
Bellini backed away from the table as he said, “Sin, I have a pair of sweats in my office. And some underwear, I think, in the drawer. I’m not sure whose they are, but it’s better than your dick flopping around for my entire restaurant to see in a pair of sweatpants.”
With that, he left to fetch the towel, and Sin was sliding out of the booth.
I pulled my feet up from the table since I could now feel tea dripping from the seat onto the floor, splashing on my boots.
“Be back,” Sin said as he headed down a back hallway and disappeared.
That’s when I realized that I’d been left with two men who were now staring at me.
“What?” I asked when they didn’t move their eyes.
“Tandy and Sin dated once,” Jim said.
My brows rose.
“Does he remember that they dated?” I asked curiously. “Because it was obvious that he didn’t remember her.”
“Maybe.” Jim shrugged.
“You’re not mad that they dated?” Bronx asked curiously.
I laughed then.
“Not at all. There were a lot of years that we didn’t know each other,” I pointed out. “In fact, if we’re going to keep count, then he should probably know about the four that I dated before him. But we’ve never really gotten to that point in our…”
Bronx held up his hand. “I get it.”
“You get what?”
I turned to find myself on eye level with Sin’s dick.
Sin’s very much not contained by underwear dick.
“You didn’t put the underwear on,” I mused.
Jim and Bronx started to laugh at Sin’s reply. “No, I didn’t.”
CHAPTER 10
I just released my own fragrance. Nobody in the car seemed to like it.
-Sin to Blaise
SIN
“How does this work?” she asked as I pulled up to her house.
“How does what work?” I wondered as I turned the truck off and got out, rounding it to get to her side.
She was already out and sliding down the length of the truck to come to a stop with her feet planted beside it.
“Do we start this just whenever?” she asked, gesturing between us. “What do we do? Are we just roommates? Are we more than roommates? Are we friends? Are we…”
I stopped her tirade with not my hand over her mouth, but my mouth on hers.
She gasped when my lips met hers, and I took advantage of her openness by sweeping my tongue inside, tasting her.
She tasted like chocolate still.
The way that she’d eaten the dessert that the chef had personally brought her had been such a complete turn on that I’d almost regretted not borrowing the underwear my brother had offered to keep my dick contained.
The bad thing was that my brothers had looked on just as hungrily, watching just as avidly as I had.
I couldn’t blame them.
They were red-blooded men just like I was. And I would’ve watched the show just like they did.
When I pulled back, her taste was on my lips, and I had a feeling that if I didn’t get her to her front door soon, then this night would be ending a whole lot different than what either one of us intended.
“That still” —she drew in a deep breath— “doesn’t really answer my question.”
I grinned and stepped away.
“I’ll help you move this weekend after meeting your parents,” I told her. “I want to meet them, at least officially as your man. I want them to know that I have true intentions aimed your way. And I want you to know that I’m serious about you. Plus, since I’m sure your family drops by just as much as mine does, I don’t want them thinking that we’re trying to hide it from them.”
She scrunched up her nose. “You do have a point. My brother, sister-in-law, friends, and family stop by a lot unannounced. Just today, my sister-in-law dropped in with her kids. So… that wouldn’t be a bad thing, for them to know.”
I curled my hand around her neck, loving that she leaned into me upon my touching her.
“What about tonight?” she asked.
“Tonight, I drop you off at your door, because I have a few things to do with Lynn before I go to bed,” I admitted. “There was a little girl that went missing this morning and they believe that foul play was involved. It’s all-hands-on-deck.”
Her face went sad for a moment.
“I heard about it. Do they suspect trafficking?” she