eyes. “You’re picking up pussy with your brother, but you don’t want any pussy?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want pussy. I just wanted one pussy in particular. “I get pussy all the time, Heath. Sometimes you just aren’t in the mood.”
“That’s not the Skull King I used to know.”
I was very much the same.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
I looked away. “That’s a stupid question.”
“Fine. Are you fucking someone?”
That was more accurate. “Yes, I suppose I am.”
“And it’s exclusive?” he asked. “That’s not like you.”
“It’s not exclusive. But she’s the only one I’m interested in fucking right now. So I could force myself to be with one of these women, but I know I prefer her. So until she’s out of my system, I’d rather stick to something I know I’ll like.”
My brother didn’t read between the lines and make false conclusions. “She’s a hot piece of ass, then?”
“Yes. And she’s married.”
His eyes shifted to the woman in purple, and he chuckled. “Now that’s my brother. I knew there was something missing in this story. You’re the biggest jackass I know, so now it all makes sense. And the husband has no idea?”
I shook my head. “I don’t care if he finds out.”
“Only more fun that way.”
“She says he’s a really powerful guy, and you know me, that makes me want to piss him off even more.”
“I’d do the same.” He nodded to the woman in purple. “So you’re sure about this? Maybe I’ll get both women.”
“I’m sure. And I hope you do. But let me give you a piece of advice.”
“I doubt they’re married,” he jabbed.
I ignored the lame insult. “Don’t tell them you just got out of prison. Not exactly a turn-on.”
He grinned as he left the stool. “It can be a turn-on—if you tell it the right way.”
13
Balto
Heath went home with the woman in the purple dress.
The blond friend wanted me, but I didn’t take her up on her offer. Rejected, she moved farther into the club to find someone else, probably to find validation from another man.
The three of us walked home together, and Heath and Purple Dress trailed behind me, laughing together and sharing whispered words.
We made it inside the building and rose to the third floor.
Heath had the woman crammed in the corner, and he was sucking her face like he might fuck her right then and there—with me standing there. She was into it too, so she didn’t notice the beep of the elevator or the fact she had an audience.
When the doors started to close, I stuck my hand out so the doors would pop open again. “Your floor, Heath.”
Heath stopped shoving his tongue down her throat and escorted her inside the pad he would be borrowing for the foreseeable future.
“Wow,” she said as she pressed her body against his. “Your place is beautiful.”
The doors closed, and I was carried to my floor.
Thank god I didn’t have to look at that anymore.
I walked into my space, filled with booze and disappointment. Heath would be fucking that woman all night, and I would be shoving my dick into my hand. Sometimes I wished Cassini weren’t married so I could fuck her whenever I felt like it. Waiting for her to make the move was frustrating—and pussy shit.
I undressed, hopped in the shower, and then got into bed.
I stared at my phone and pulled up her number, wondering if she still had her phone. Maybe her husband was a very observant and paranoid man, and he’d figured out she had two phone signals coming from her bedroom. If a man were truly suspicious, he would find something if he looked hard enough. I texted her to test the waters. Baby. It was a dangerous text to leave on the screen, but if she was careful with her phone, no one should ever see it.
The three little dots popped up.
Was she lying in bed, her husband down the hall, and staring at the phone thinking of me?
Balto.
I grinned at her response. What are you wearing? Anytime her face popped into my mind, all I could think about was the way the rest of her looked. The way her wide hips led to a tiny waist, the way her olive skin was sprinkled with freckles in the sexiest places.
T-shirt and thong.
Ooh…tell me more about this thong.
Black. Lacy. She used so few words but described so much.
Are they wet? I wasn’t afraid to say anything to this woman, to speak my mind and be the pervert I was. I