“Try and talk some damn sense in her,” he sneers before sliding past his best friend and leaving the room.
Jinx and I glare at each other as if we’re in a staring competition. He blinks first, looking down at his hands for a brief moment, and I feel a mild sense of victory.
“Nothing we can say can convince you to go to the clubhouse while we’re gone?”
“No.” Stubbornly, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Okay.”
That’s all he says before he walks out, pulling the bedroom door closed behind him.
I’ve gotten exactly what I asked for, so why does it feel like I’ve still lost?
Chapter 15
Rocker
My hands clench, the skin growing tight around my knuckles, but as much as I want to punch something, I keep my anger under lock as I walk out of the apartment. Simone has experienced levels of violence no woman should ever witness in their life. Getting angry, especially when she expects every man to react that way, won’t help anyone and it certainly won’t help me get back in her good graces.
I’m pissed.
Extremely pissed, actually.
Partly due to her refusal to go somewhere it’s safe while we’re gone, but more so because my best damn friend was hitting on her right in front of me. I’ve seen that fucker work his charm on women, and although at times I’m in awe of his abilities, right now it makes me want to knock his damn head off.
Offering another threesome to her like he just did? My jaw clenches with the thought. And to keep the suggestions up after she shot him down? That motherfucker is itching to get his ass beat.
Kincaid was adamant at the bar last night that he didn’t want drama in his club, and at the time, I would’ve agreed with him. I would’ve argued that there’s never going to be any issue between Jinx and me. We’re best friends. We’d never let a woman come between us.
But now there’s a baby.
And fucking feelings that seem to have popped up from nowhere.
And now I want to level him.
I want to clock him in the damn jaw just for opening his mouth around her and letting her know that he still finds her fuckable.
I mean, I get it. The woman is fine as hell, and in nothing but a towel? Jesus, it took a lot of strength not to get hard back in her room. Okay, that’s a lie. I lost the battle, but I’m calling it a win for only going half-mast. I could tell by the husky tone of Jinx’s voice that he, too, was turned on at the sight of that fluffy towel clinging to her skin. Like me, he was probably hoping that she moved and it fell away.
And for that alone, he deserves a punch to the nose.
“I fucking told you it was a bad idea,” Jinx mutters as he joins me on the sidewalk outside of her apartment.
We argued about insisting she go to the clubhouse. Although we both thought it was the best thing, he told me she’d never go for it and it would only piss her off.
I was sure I could convince her, and maybe if he hadn’t followed me down the hall to her room, I could’ve.
I hate that he was right, but I’ll never concede my agreement.
“I didn’t think having an adult conversation was a bad idea,” I spit instead.
“It would’ve been easier to not think with your dick.”
I round on him, my hands immediately going to his chest to shove him away. The fucker is too close. Too close to me right now. Too close to Simone. Just too damn close to this entire situation.
“This is about more than just my fucking dick!”
The quick grin on his face tells me that he has me exactly where he wants me. He’s reading me like an open book and I hate him a little for it. Okay, maybe right now, I hate him a lot for it.
“You like her.”
He said these words earlier, but we really couldn’t get into it before Simone appeared in the room. At the time I was happy for the reprieve, but after the awkward as hell conversation I just had to endure in her room, I’m wishing I had said my piece hours ago.
“And if the baby is mine?”
The tension from every muscle in my body begins to settle in my hands. Ignoring the urgency to release that stress is getting harder to ignore with every word that comes out