me was different than what I was used to. Like you saw the real me and not what the rest of the women around me always see—a famous rock star they want to be fucked by. You sang every single lyric to every song and you were so lost in the feel of it all. I liked that. Not to mention you were sexy as fuck.”
My pulse speeds up from hearing him call me sexy. But more than that, he just admitted that he wanted to get to know me that night. Hearing this now, I know without a doubt that if I weren’t dating his brother already I would’ve let him buy me that drink. I would’ve spent all night talking to him if he wanted to. I was lost so deep in my emotions that night after hearing him perform.
“I don’t even remember how I looked that night. I was probably wearing—”
“A pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top. Your hair was braided to the side just like it was the other day and you kept playing with it until you finally took the braid out and shook your hair out. I couldn’t stop watching you run your fingers through it.”
His own fingers still running through my hair feels so much different now than it did just a few seconds ago. More intimate somehow, which makes me nervous, yet I don’t want him to stop. “Did you recognize me when your brother introduced us?”
“Fuck yeah, Nat. Why do you think I was awkward as shit? I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you were the girl I was going to go for at my concert and my brother had you in his bed all along. Then I kept wondering if we would’ve ended up in a hotel room together with me between your legs and my brother hurt had you stayed.”
“I never would’ve cheated on your brother.”
“I know that now,” he says. “I know you, Nat. Back then I didn’t know shit about you other than I had wanted you that night.”
“I never would’ve thought you’d give me a second look,” I admit. “I didn’t even think I stood out. There were hundreds of women there that night.”
“You always stand out,” he says into the top of my hair. “My brother is one lucky guy. Don’t ever let him make you think otherwise. You’re too fucking hot and sassy for him. You’re more my style.”
“So, I’m not too hot and sassy for you?” I joke.
“I never said that. But I’d be able to handle you in a way I know he can’t. Everywhere. In and out of bed.”
Oh. My. God.
Suddenly feeling hot, I roll over on my side of the bed and kick the sheet from my legs.
“You overheating?”
“No,” I say defensively. “Just a little warm. Maybe we should turn the ceiling fan up. You give off a shit ton of body heat.”
“I’m not the only one.” He laughs and sits up to pull the string above us. “There. Better?”
I nod and exhale, finally feeling as if I can breathe again. “Yes, much better.”
“Good.” He rolls over and pulls me into him until I’m snuggled into his body. “Now go to sleep and stop thinking sexual things about me. It’s not cool and my brother wouldn’t like it.”
“What?!” I try bucking him off me, but the only result me moving against him does is him pulling me even tighter than I already was.
“Do that again and you’re going to feel a surprise against your ass. If you don’t want me hard, stop fighting me and go to sleep.”
I try my best to not think about him hard against my ass, but I can’t help it, and all it does is make me hot and sweaty again, so I do as he says and chill out.
He doesn’t say anything else once I stop resisting, and I’m thankful for that, because too much has already been said tonight. Things I wasn’t expecting came from him and it has me feeling emotions I shouldn’t. None of the feelings I’ve felt since getting into his truck with him I should be feeling. It’s only night two and my head is already playing tricks on me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Madden
Sitting up, I run both hands over my face, before looking beside me where Natalie is still asleep. I probably shouldn’t be enjoying the way she looks in my clothes right now, and I know my brother would kick my ass if he