Ink Slapped by A.M. Jones

Author:A.M. Jones [Jones, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Annie Walls
Published: 2018-05-06T16:00:00+00:00

Even though I’m half asleep, my stomach flips at the sound of a knock on the door. Throwing the covers off, I rush into the bathroom to straighten myself. The knocking gets louder. When I open the door, I’m only half way let down.

“Expecting someone?” Crockett’s evil laugh echoes down the hall.

“No.”

He rolls bleary eyes and lifts a plastic bag with flair. “Girl talk.” Pushing past, he sways his hips in an amplified movement and throws the bag over his shoulder.

“Uh, I’m not much on girl talk.”

“You mean you’re not the kiss and tell type?”

I should’ve expected this. Really. I should have. “Nothing happened.”

“You sure? Cause he looked pretty sa-tis-fied, if you know what I’m saying. A lesser man would have turned to stone with the look he gave me for waking you two.” Crockett sinks into my couch and examines his fingernails.

“I doubt it was a look of satisfaction you saw.”

Crockett eyes me with intensity. Noticing the boots I kicked off yesterday in the middle of the floor, I put them in place by the rest of my shoes—all the while feeling his gaze. I shift on my feet and look at them before walking over to sit on the couch. When I glance at him again, he’s still watching, trying to stare an answer out of me. A car honks somewhere in the distance. I cross my arms and legs and situate my glasses. The silence stretches on.

I’ve had enough. “Stop staring. It’s rude.”

“Nope, I’m having a grand time watching you fidget. I’ll stop when you tell me how he is in bed. I’ve always wondered.”

I stare across the room as my mind conjures images of dilated eyes, heavy breathing, thick hair, stubble, hands, lips, and tongue. Oh God, the tongue. “We didn’t.” Not only that, but I can hear him saying I shouldn’t feel guilty—hear him saying he doesn’t want her to taint whatever is going on between us. Now that I think about it, that’s kind of romantic. I smile as fire shoots through my body and into my face. I’m sure it’s an awful shade of crimson. My hands fly to cover my cheeks.

Crockett bursts into laughter. “Gotcha.”

I sling a throw pillow at him as I laugh. “Fuck you. We didn’t, I swear.”

“Ah, but that is only a small thing on a huge list of fleshy pleasures.”

“Fleshy pleasures. I like that. I might use it.”

He grins, looking pleased. “I have more where that came from. But first, cheeseburgers.” He rummages through his bag and stacks six or seven cheeseburgers on the coffee table.

“I’m not going to eat all of those.”

“Pffft. You get one. I’ll eat the rest. I drank my weight in scotch and need my grease.”

I struggle to mention my next subject, but I need to know how embarrassed I should feel. “Gina knows Eli spent the night with me?”

He snorts. “Yep. Not too sure what she thinks about it. She poked me awake, thinking I was Eli, since I took his spot on the couch.

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