back to me, the reason she gave me another chance after I hurt her. I had always meant a lot to her, even though I hadn’t realized that until now. She hadn’t worn her heart on her sleeve in the past, but now that she did, she didn’t hold anything back.
William shifted his gaze to me. “Safe to say…she’s obsessed with you.”
After dinner was finished, we left the table and gathered on the sidewalk.
William skipped the handshake and embraced me with a hug and a pat on the back. “I’ll be there on Wednesday. I’ve been craving hot wings anyway.”
“So, do you actually want to play with us, or do you just want the food?”
He shrugged. “Mainly the food.”
“You’re a cardiologist, and you eat that shit?” I teased.
“Come on, you’re gonna die anyway.” He shrugged. “Do what you want, right?”
I turned to Renee. “You’re welcome to play with us.”
“Yeah,” Carson said. “It would be nice to have another woman on the team.”
“Oh no.” Renee shook her head. “I can’t even get myself on a treadmill.”
“Running on a treadmill is totally different from a game,” Carson said. “But if you don’t want to play, you can still get dinner with us afterward.”
“I’m more interested in that.” Renee gave a thumbs-up.
“You can watch me play with my shirt off,” William said. “We get all hot and sweaty.”
Her reaction was immediately cold. “You take off your shirt?”
William’s eyes widened like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He turned his gaze back to me. “What did I tell you? My baby gets jealous, really jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” she argued. “I just don’t want you playing half naked while a bunch of women stare at you.”
William wrapped his arm around her waist and started to guide her away. “You guys have a good night. I’ve got to get yelled at for twenty minutes.”
I watched them walk away, their voices growing inaudible as Renee continued to talk his ear off.
“They’re cute.” Carson stood beside me, her arms crossed over her chest. “They go well together.”
My arm moved around her waist, and I tugged her close. “We’re cute.”
Her arm slipped around my waist, and she looked up at me. “I don’t know… I’m not the jealous type.”
“I have a feeling that’s going to change.” My hand gripped her ass in her dress as I kissed her, my dick impossible to control in my slacks. My pants suddenly became very tight, but when she wore a red dress like that and talked about me like I was God’s gift to women, it was impossible not to lose my mind. I ended the kiss but kept our faces close. “Based on all those things you said about me.”
Her hands slid up my chest as she arched her back, pressing her body farther into mine, her lips slightly parted, her eyes both hot and playful. “They were just compliments…”
“No, they weren’t.” I squeezed her ass again. “You love it when I grab you like this because every woman in sight knows that I’m yours, that the only woman who’s getting my dick is you.” My lips moved to hers, and I gave her a small kiss. “You took me back because I’m the only man you want. You don’t trust yourself around me because you want me so much. We both know you’re ready, but you’re taking your time crossing the line, because once you do…everything will be different. Trust me, if a woman looks at me too long, it’ll drive you fucking crazy.” I kissed her again. “And I want it to.”
Eighteen
Carson
After I got off work, I went by Kat’s apartment.
We hadn’t spoken in a week, and since we were going out on Friday night, I thought I should see where she was at. Emotionally.
She opened the door with a slight look of surprise, as if she hadn’t expected to hear from me.
I held up the box of muffins. “I got the last two poppy seed muffins.”
Her eyes moved to the box before she stepped aside and let me enter. “Both for me, right?”
I chuckled. “Girl, I’m not that nice.” I placed the box on the counter and handed one to her before I peeled back the paper on my own and took a bite.
She stood across from me at the kitchen island as she took a few bites. “I’ve eaten so much this week, but I don’t even care.”
“Not feeling better?”
“I mean, I’m better now than I was last week…”
I set the muffin on a napkin. “I’m