“That’s because it’s fucking noon,” Jinx says with a chuckle.
I grunt for no other reason than to let him know that I’m still annoyed with him, but he takes it in stride.
“I can’t stop thinking about you and Simone,” Jinx mutters
“You need to worry about your own dick, not mine.”
“I’m losing sleep over it, honestly.”
I roll my head lazily on the headrest to face him. “So you’re telling me all those threesomes we’ve had is because you’re really desperate to see my dick?” He grins. “I’m an accepting guy, you know that, but I’m as hetero as they come.”
His head shakes, and even though I’m not the one moving, the action makes my stomach twist.
“That’s not denial.”
He chuckles, and all I can do is watch him. This better not be going where I think it’s going. Liking the woman he’s going to have a baby with is already complicated enough. I don’t know what I’ll do if he opens his mouth and suggests that we all hookup together. Oddly enough, sharing her with anyone angers me more than the idea of hooking up with my best friend.
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
A wide smile spreads his lips.
“You touched my dick once.”
“That happens sometimes during double penetration.”
“No,” I shake my head, “I mean with your hand. That girl in Florida, remember? The redhead? She was wearing that see-through bikini on the beach?”
“I remember that night well.”
“Because you touched my dick?” How did I never see the signs?
“Because you were so drunk you thought you were fucking her mouth when you were actually stabbing your cock into the side of her neck.” He chances a glance in my direction, laughing when my nose scrunches up.
“I can admit it wasn’t one of my finer moments.”
“You tangled her hair all around your cock. Do you remember that?”
Not really.
“You were losing circulation. I didn’t touch you in a sexual way. I saved your dick from the hair tourniquet you made.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
“I’m not gay. I haven’t been thinking about your dick the way your drunk mind just took you. She’s having my baby, man.”
“I’m aware.” Unable to keep looking at him, I roll my head back until I’m facing forward. Somehow, we’ve made it back to Cerberus property. We’re actually parked, and I can’t even remember half the trip back home.
“I don’t want to be with her. I’m not going to want to be with her, and I thought about what you said earlier. I don’t want her to be alone. That’s not fair.” He sighs. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to picture some dude fucking her, but if it’s going to happen, I’d rather it be you.”
Chapter 22
Simone
“I can’t tell if you’re really frustrated or if you’re just needing attention.”
I sigh again. Men are so stupid. That’s the conclusion I’ve made after two weeks of Jinx being posted up on my couch like he’s made this apartment his permanent living address.
“See?” He looks at me from the sofa. I’m comfortable in the recliner, but still frustrated. “Do you want me to brush your hair or something?”
Instinctively, my hand presses against the messy bun on top of my head.
“Are you saying something is wrong with my hair?” I pull the tie from it and let it fall around my shoulders.
“I’m smarter than that,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving the television. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Why are you here?”
He rolls his eyes in my direction. “Where else would I be?”
“Back at the clubhouse.”
“It’s loud over there. I can’t get any peace.”
“I know the feeling,” I grumble.
I know why I’m agitated, and it has less to do with Jinx being here and more to do with Rocker being absent. I haven’t seen him since he walked out of here the day I got the paternity test results back. Jinx assured me that he is just working through some issues, but I don’t know how to take that.
Is he upset about not being the father?
Is he glad he won’t be linked to me for the rest of his life?
Is he hooking up with someone else?
I have no right to be upset over that last question, but controlling my emotions right now is impossible.
“Come here.”
My head snaps in his direction. Yes, he’s been here for two weeks nonstop, but we never get too close to one another. Besides the quick kiss to my temple and the soft brush of his hand on my lower stomach each morning, we don’t