“You fucking know why.” I shove him off the cushion and sit up.
“Did you change your mind about her?”
I could glare at him, but I don’t think I’d be very scary with puffy eyes and an inability to keep from blinking the sleep away.
“Do you want coffee?”
“About a gallon of it,” I manage as I readjust my cock in my boxers before standing to pull my jeans on.
I groan from the pressure on my dick, heading to the bathroom. Pissing should help, but my eyes catch Simone’s closed bedroom door and I walk out of the bathroom with the same damn problem I entered it with.
Jinx busies himself in Simone’s kitchen like he lives here as I grab my overnight bag from near the door and head right back into the bathroom.
I brush my teeth before climbing in under the warm spray of the shower, feeling miserable as I bring myself off one more time before washing and climbing out.
I dress slowly, hoping against hope that Jinx will be gone before I get out, but I know that won’t happen. The man is a fixture around here. If he’s here, then I have no reason to stay, and I’ve been away from her for way too long to leave just yet.
Plus, the memories of last night.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I pull on clean clothes.
After stuffing the dirty ones back in my overnight bag, I head toward the kitchen.
Simone works tonight, so she won’t get up for a few more hours. Jinx told me a couple days ago that she seems to have more energy, but her morning routine has mostly stayed the same.
“Why are you here so early?”
My friend doesn’t answer me as he takes a step away from the coffee pot.
“Did your date not go well?”
“It was fine.”
“Who did you hook up with?”
“Umm… Leslie.”
I narrow my eyes at him after pouring my own cup of coffee.
“Leslie moved to Albuquerque last week. You told me that outside of Jake’s.”
“Yeah? It was Suzanne.”
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Suzanne?” He nods, his eyes looking anywhere but at me. “You don’t know a Suzanne.”
“Sure I do.”
“Why are you lying to me?” His eyes find mine, and I read him like a damn book.
“You didn’t have plans last night. Let me guess, you hung out at the clubhouse?”
He shrugs. “And I still come over and find you asleep on the couch.”
“Where did you expect me to sleep, asshole?”
His free hand points down the damn hallway.
“I’ve told you more than once that I accept the fact that you may start dating her.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Are you dense? The day we found out I was the dad I told you at Jake’s.” He takes a long sip of his coffee, and it makes me wish I put creamer in mine because it’s still too hot to drink. “I thought you were avoiding her because you didn’t want to date her anymore.”
“One, I don’t fucking remember a conversation from Jake’s.” I do have many memories of that fucking hangover though. “Two, you know better than to even say that shit. Not want to date her? Are you fucking blind?”
“Not blind,” he mutters.
“I’ve stepped back because I thought you two were hooking up. Wouldn’t it be better for the two of you to be together?”
He looks like I’ve slapped him in the face. “No offense, man, but I don’t date women with children.”
Now it’s my turn to snap my head back. “Are you fucking serious? It’s your damn kid!”
“You don’t get to judge me for my preferences.”
“Who are you?” I set my coffee cup down, just knowing we’re going to have another damn repeat of what happened weeks ago in the kitchen back at Cerberus.
He places his own cup down on the counter, holding his hands up defensively when I inch closer. “I’m fucking joking! Dating her never crossed my mind. That’s your fucking girl. I’d never get in the way of that.”
“So the last month and a half has been a figment of my imagination? You told me not to touch her.”
“And I bet you’ve rubbed a hole in your dick doing exactly that.”
“As a matter of fact, I fucking have!” He grins, as if he knows the torture I went through last night. “Does she masturbate while you’re here?”
“What? How the hell would I know that.”
I take a step back, relief washing over me.
“Wait.” He chuckles. “Did she do that last night?”