The Pet Stylist and the Playboy by Rebecca James

Author:Rebecca James
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Swish

Blaze and I filled some plates and sat by the pool, eating. He didn’t ask me where Dante and I had disappeared to, and I didn’t question what kind of weird conversation he’d been having with Lake Adams before we’d interrupted.

Sometimes I got the feeling Blaze was a closed book someone would need a stick of dynamite to blast open. On the surface he was this friendly, hot-as-fuck guy. He’d helped more than one club member out of difficult times. He was also one tough son-of-a-bitch when he needed to be. I’d once seen him beat the hell out of a dude who’d been giving Cupcake a hard time when Foghorn was out of town at a rally, and he was fiercely protective of the people who worked in his films. Blaze was true to his club brothers and never cheated on his women when he was with them. But I’d seen a change in him since J’s death. He’d fallen into fits of brooding. I’d been hoping he’d snap out of it, but so far that hadn’t been the case.

Ready to head out, we looked around for Dante. I spotted him with that FB-B girl. Their arms were looped, and Dante was laughing at something she’d said. They looked good together. My stomach dropped. I turned to Blaze.

“He’s busy. Let’s just go.”

Blaze nodded. On our way across the parking lot, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dress slacks and glanced at me.

“I know you and Dante have always been close, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I wanted to say it was too late, but I just nodded.

After Blaze dropped me off at home, I went through the house, turning out lights and checking on all the animals. The kitten was asleep curled up close to the stuffed cat we’d put in the basket with it.

Deirdre had left a note letting me know when they’d walked the dogs. I poured a glass of milk and stood in the dark kitchen drinking it, skin still tingling from Dante’s touch. Seeing him kneeling in front of me had been so damn hot. His mouth on my dick had made me crazy. I was weak where Dante was concerned. I had to remember that, although I knew Dante was fond of me, he didn’t take sex seriously. And, after seeing him in the community he’d grown up in, I knew he belonged there. And I definitively did not.

I rinsed my glass and walked upstairs, Banjo at my heels. I stripped down and crawled into bed. Lying in the dark, I stroked myself while reliving Dante’s mouth sucking me dry, his wicked smile and heated blue eyes looking up at me while his tongue circled the head of my cock. My balls tingled, drew up, and I shot off in my hand with a loud groan.

Shutting my eyes tightly, I took deep, even breaths. I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t. Dante had never made me any promises. On the contrary, he’d told me there could never be anything between us.

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