Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,57
term of endearment rolling off my tongue before I can stop it.
Tessa looks from me and then to Paul before responding. “Ah, yeah. Charlotte’s daily phone call as promised,” she says, retaking her seat.
“I’m surprised Roman let her come up for air long enough to make a call,” I say honestly, and Tessa actually smiles at that.
“He must have been in the shower,” she jokes.
“That’s right,” Paul says, jumping into the conversation. “Charlotte got married yesterday, didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did,” Tessa answers him. “They’re on their honeymoon in Aruba.”
“I bet it’s beautiful there,” Paul responds. “And you know, whenever you’re ready, we can still go to Hawaii like we planned for our honeymoon. I just postponed our flight and reservations. I know how much you were looking forward to seeing the beautiful beaches.”
“She lives at the beach,” I remark gruffly.
“Well, Hawaii is a tropical paradise,” he retorts.
“I’m sure it is,” I agree. “Hope you can book two rooms instead of one.”
“Whatever I need to do,” Paul says more sternly to me before he turns to Tessa. “So, what do you have planned today?” he asks her.
She opens her mouth as if to feed him some lie but then says, “Nothing I guess.”
The asshole in me would like to speak up right now to remind her I never got to lick her pussy last night. That’s the only thing that was on my agenda today. Instead, I grit my teeth to keep quiet.
“How about we go to the pier and do a little fishing, then have dinner?”
“It’s a little cold for fishing this time of year,” I mutter.
“Sure, that sounds fun. I’ll bundle up,” Tessa agrees, ignoring me. I hope that’s because doing anything outdoors is better than being cooped up inside with him. Doesn’t the prick understand that she doesn’t want to be alone with him?
“I hope you don’t mind if we have some tagalongs,” Tessa says.
Paul glares at me a second before he turns his attention to her and sweetly says, “Invite whoever you want.”
“Well, I don’t really have to invite them because Roman has instructed them to go wherever I go,” Tessa says, and I realize belatedly that she’s referring to the prospects and not me.
She doesn’t want me to come along.
Fuck.
“Oh, you mean the two boys outside, standing guard near that tent?” Paul asks in relief when he realizes the same thing I just did. “That’s no problem. I’m glad you have them to keep an eye out for you.”
“Yeah, well, the prospects keep watch outside while I handle the inside of the apartment,” I remark. That isn’t exactly true, but I’m going with it.
“I’m sure that makes Tessa feel incredibly safe,” he says.
“It does,” she agrees. “So when do you want to leave?”
“How about I go find a hotel room and change, then come pick you up in about an hour?”
“I’ll be ready,” Tessa says as she stands up, and Paul and I do the same. I’m relieved when he starts toward the door.
“See you then,” he says as she unlocks and holds it open for him.
As soon as the door closes again, I tell her, “You don’t have to go anywhere with him.”
“It’s fine,” Tessa replies.
“Are you sure? I could go with you.”
“That’s okay,” she says. “The prospects will be there the whole time.”
“So you’re actually going to date him?” I say in disbelief.
“I guess I am,” Tessa agrees. “I ruined his life, and he’s been patiently waiting for me. The least I can do is go on a few dates to see if there’s still a spark there.”
“A spark?” I repeat. “You mean like the spark between us that nearly burned down this whole building last night?”
Tessa’s cheeks turn a shade of red that matches the color of her beautiful hair. “There’s more to a relationship than sex.”
“Sure there is,” I agree. “I guess I’m just sort of surprised that you’re going out with him and having sex with me.”
“That’s not…we didn’t…” she starts, mouth gaping.
“Oral sex is definitely a type of sex. It’s right there in the name. And I know it was a huge step for you to take. I didn’t know it meant so little that you would turn around and start dating your fiancée today.”
“You’re the one who said sex was just a physical act that doesn’t mean anything,” Tessa reminds me.
“That may be true for me,” I agree. “What do you think good ole boy Paul would say if he knew what we did on that sofa just hours