Devil's Pass (The Harlequin Crew #.5) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,6
of me.
I was so focused on the big ass tattoo he'd apparently gotten that I didn't even fight him and I shrieked in alarm a moment too late to stop him, throwing my arms around my chest as I found myself standing in front of him entirely topless.
"Shit," Rick breathed as he just kind of stared at me and my mouth opened and closed like a fucking fish as I cursed the world for the fact that I wasn't wearing a damn bra. But my stupid boobs kept growing and Mary Beth wouldn't give me my freaking clothing allowance until the end of the month so I'd just been making do, clearly not expecting my friends to tear my fucking clothes off of me.
"Do you just go around ripping people's clothes off all the damn time as well as getting secret tattoos?" I demanded as I tried to decide if I should grab for the clean shirt or just continue to shield my nipples until a hole opened up in the ground and swallowed me.
I was blushing, like burn the whole goddamn house down blushing, and Rick kinda looked like he was blushing a bit too but neither of us seemed to know how to proceed.
"Why the fuck aren't you wearing a bra?" was the choice he made and I scowled at him.
"I didn't know I had to run my underwear choices by you, asshole," I snarled. "You didn't see anything. Right?"
"Err, I kinda saw everything. And I hate to break it to you beautiful, but you've got really nice tits and I'm not going to be able to forget them. Ever. Like on the day I die, I will probably have a flashback to this moment and be like, damn-"
"I hate you," I growled.
"Alright, alright, I'll make it fair," he said, raising his hands in surrender as I narrowed my eyes on him.
Maverick grinned at me in a way that always meant trouble, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans, boxers, the whole freaking lot before stepping out of them and just standing there butt naked.
My mouth fell open as I found myself face to face with his dick and I couldn't actually force myself to look away from it.
"It's kinda rude if you don't say anything," Rick teased and my mouth snapped shut as I tried to think of something to say.
"Are they always that big?" I asked because how the fuck was one of those supposed to fit inside me?? Or not me specifically. But someone. Or no, me…I mean, me was better than someone else anyway so it would have to be me. Maybe.
Rick grinned way too widely at that question and shrugged. "Well, like I said, beautiful, you've got really nice tits and I can't say I've really seen all that many in person so..."
"Right. Yeah. Umm..." I was looking at it again and maybe it was rude but we were friends and perhaps that meant it didn't matter. Right? Except I was kinda feeling weirdly hot and I was almost certain that if I wanted to stop being rude, I should stop shielding my tits from him but I wasn't quite as confident in my body as Maverick apparently was.
"I mean, I'd like to think it's also big generally, not just because it's hard," he said and I about died.
"When the fuck did you get a tattoo?" I tossed back, forcing him to change the subject, my gaze lifting to the tribal design sprawling across half of his chest which he definitely hadn't had the last time we'd gone surfing.
"I wanted to surprise you guys once it was healed. But it's pretty much there now. I convinced one of Luther's guys to give it to me when he was drunk last week."
"So you got some drunk drug pusher to mark your body for life like a fucking crazy person?" I summarised and he cracked a grin.
"Are you jealous?"
"Fuck yes. Get him to give me one next. Plus I'm pissed at you because you swore we'd get our first together." I pouted at him and he pushed his tongue into his cheek as he took a step closer to me.
"I'm sorry," he said, giving me that false innocent look again and reaching out to touch my arm, his fingers trailing down my skin slowly and making me shiver. "We can have another first together instead."
"Like what?" I asked but my voice came out kinda rough and the look Maverick gave me