Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,61
her clothes off as I go before tugging my tee off and throwing it on the floor behind me.
“There’s more you need to know,” she says breathlessly.
“If what you have to say is gonna piss me off, you better be ready to wrap your mouth around my cock by way of an apology afterwards.”
Biting her lip, she looks away, and I know then that there’s no way I’m gonna like what she has to tell me, but at least the prospect of getting head afterwards will make the pain bearable.
Putting a knee in the bed, I lower myself down on top of her, snaking my hands under her body and kneading my fingertips into her ass cheeks, earning me a quiet moan. “Hit me with it then.”
“I had a visit at the club on Friday night. It’s kind of . . . well, it was the catalyst for me quitting.”
Two things hit me from that. One, she really wasn’t okay when she texted me and didn’t come over and two, I’m never going to hear the end of the fact that Thomas knows women and their actions better than I do. Maybe abstinence is turning him into a woman.
“Okay . . .” I reply slowly. “If you tell me it was my dad, I might first have to be sick, but then I’ll definitely be kicking his ass.”
“Not your dad, but potentially orchestrated by him.”
“Explain” I growl, my entire body now tense.
“It was Bryce.”
It takes a moment for the name to register. Her ex. The fuckwad who took her for a ride just so he could get high.
“Why was he there?” I grind out.
“To give me a heads up. A P.I. tracked him down and was asking after me.”
“Fucking Christ,” I mutter, my mellow mood vanishing in the blink of an eye. Moving my hands up to her shoulders, I roll over, taking her with me, pressing my body into her side and looming over her. Angry. I’m so fucking angry I don’t remember ever being so pissed off, even with all of my parents’ actions over the years.
“What did he say?”
“He said the P.I. asked him about me, my past, my life with him and basically said they’d make it worth his while to impart information that would help their ‘client.’“
“Same fucking shit. Did he threaten you? Make you quit? Because if you don’t want to quit stripping, then you can march right back into Roger’s office and take back your resignation.”
“No, I wanted to. He was waiting in a private room for me. Brandi said someone wanted a dance from me, paid a lot of money for the privilege. He told her not to say who he was or what he looked like.” She glances up at the ceiling above us, looking sheepish.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I thought it was you surprising me. I walked down the corridor and into the room feeling giddy—excited even—that I’d get to give you a lap dance.”
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to gently brush my lips against hers, my eyes not leaving hers for a second.
“Then he was there, looking all together and healthy and clean. He was all cocky smiles and sparkling eyes, and all I could think was that he wasn’t you.”
The warmth of her words ebbs away at the anger I’m harboring for my parents, but remembering that this isn’t about me or how I’m feeling. This is about the woman beneath me, the one I put in this position, the one I’ll break my back for to keep out of my parents’ web.
What I should’ve done all along.
“Is that the first time you’ve seen him since you broke up?”
“Yep. First and last time, too.”
I study her, looking for any sign of uncertainty but—as only Abi does—she stares straight back at me, letting me see deep inside, reassuring me that she means what she says.
“Does the fuckwad need a reminder to stay away from you?”
Her eyes widen, her lips tipping up on one side. “I think I made my opinion on that topic very clear.”
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, raking my face with my hands.
“Cade?” she calls out before the mattress moves and she’s all I can see, filling my line of sight.
“They’re fucking with you. Even after I warned them not to.”
“You’re important to them. They knew I’m important to you, even before we admitted that what we have is real.”
“That may be true but what kind of parent threatens their children’s