rabid, salivating at the mouth after one damn kiss. Feeling myself inside of her? Hearing her moan my name? I’d never survive if once was all I got.
Once inside the car, she insists on another milkshake from the place she drove us to the first night I arrived. We go, although I know watching her wrap those perfect lips around another straw is going to drive me mad. Thankfully, the shake shop is nearly empty when we arrive, so I sit at a small table at her back, keeping an eye on the door and sneering at every man who walks in and looks at her. None are brave enough to stop and chat, so that keeps me out of jail just a little while longer.
Chapter 14
Remington
“I said no.”
My head snaps back as if I’ve been smacked in the face.
“Excuse me?” I heard the words perfectly clear, but I’m in a generous mood by giving him the opportunity to rephrase.
“You heard me, Remington.”
Not once since the hotel has he called me Remi. I hate that it makes me a little crazy.
“You can do something here at the house. It’ll be safer.”
“It’s my twenty-first birthday. I don’t want to celebrate at the house.”
“I don’t need to be chasing drunk girls all over the city.”
“I’ll get drunk no matter where I celebrate.” I won’t, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Would you just—” He growls, rubbing his hands over his face. “Can you put some clothes on while we discuss this?”
You heard right. I’m back to acting like a brat. When he came out here after I dropped the bomb that I’m planning my birthday party at a swanky club in Manhattan, he wouldn’t listen to me, but he sure as hell shut up when I whipped my bikini top off and tossed it to the side. I don’t know what it means that he didn’t immediately turn away, but it’s clear to see he’s avoiding the sight of my tits as best he can while still facing me and arguing about the damn location of a party.
“Do you not like my tits, Flynn?” My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but I keep my eyes glued on his.
“Your tits are perfect, Remi. You know they are, but can you cover up? This isn’t the way to act when you don’t get your way.”
“Perfect?” I prod, my nipples furling further, the tightness begging to be touched and relieved.
“Goddammit, cover yourself.” I’m hit mostly in the face with a fluffy towel, and I bury my face in it long enough to chuckle before resting the thing over the top half of me. “I thought you were over these stupid games?”
That stings, but so did kissing me then pushing me away. I guess it’s a good thing I’m used to being tossed to the side, huh? It’s made me resilient, given me thick skin, and that’s the story I’m sticking to no matter how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep the last couple of days.
“I want to go to a club. I don’t want to be trapped inside for my birthday.”
“You aren’t going to give up on this are you?”
“No.” I shake my head for emphasis. “Why should I? It’s your job to keep me safe and out of trouble.”
“One condition,” he concedes, and my spirits fall a little.
I was hoping he’d refuse, which inevitably would lead to me sneaking out and him having to chase me. Recreating that night he kissed me has been on my mind since I walked away from him on that sidewalk. Despite the hateful conversation I heard and knowing he’d rather be anywhere else than here with me, I somehow just want to spend more time with him. Thankfully, he’s been a little more talkative since the kiss. I get more than dismissive grunts, but he makes damn sure not to be in any position of comfort alone with me.
“What’s the condition?” I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.
His eyes dart away. “Remi.”
Looking down, I notice I’ve moved the towel and my right breast is once again exposed. With a smirk, I reposition the towel, waiting for him to turn back to face me without saying a word. His hands clench, open and close, open and close over and over for long moments before he turns back to face me.
“It has to be more than just me.”
“Who do you suggest?”
“Guys from Blackbridge, and you have to—”
“One condition,” I say, holding up a single finger. “No