Текст книги "Bad for you"
Автор книги: Abbi Glines
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How the hell I’d thought I could taste this and go back to not being able to had been crazy. My addictive personality was full-blown out of control with this woman. She kept her legs open, and the temptation to slide my hand back up there was too much. I took her knee and closed her legs as I kissed her.
A small whimper escaped her as I held her legs together. She was so willing to let me touch her, and that was only escalating this thing I had for her. She had no idea what she had walked into with me. Lifting the finger I had touched her with, I inhaled her arousal and my cock throbbed in my jeans. I was past being surprised at her having no flaws. She even smelled incredible. I broke the kiss and sucked my finger before her essence was gone. Just a taste.
I lifted my eyes to see her staring at me with her mouth gently open in surprise. I pulled my finger free and smiled at her. “You’d have to taste like nirvana too, wouldn’t you, love?”
Her cheeks turned a bright red, and she ducked her head.
“Dude, you’re gonna have us all so fucking worked up when we get there, we’re gonna have to find someone to get the edge off before we warm up. Could you tone it down?” Matty called back.
Shit.
“Ignore them. They can’t see shit. I’m blocking their view,” I assured her when her cheeks blazed brighter.
“Don’t have to see her, man. Those whimpers …” Green said, trailing off.
Fuck!
I had gotten so lost in it that I hadn’t realized she was making loud enough noises for them to hear her. I didn’t want them to hear her noises. I didn’t want anyone to hear her noises. Those were my motherfucking noises. Mine. Pulling her into my lap, I pressed her head against my chest as I glared at all of them.
I hated them all. Every fucking one of them. That wasn’t theirs to hear. They didn’t get to hear her. She was making those noises for me. Me. Stupid nosey assholes.
“Krit.” Blythe’s sweet voice broke through the red haze that had started to blind me.
“Yeah, love?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, laying her hand on my chest, almost as if she expected me to move it off me.
“What are you sorry for?” I asked, racking my brain for something she should be apologizing for.
She glanced toward the rest of the guys then back at me. “I didn’t mean to make any noises,” she said quietly.
Damn. Fucking sweet. I was bad for her. I wasn’t what she deserved, but I’d be damned if I let anyone take her away from me now. No one had ever needed me. And no one had ever defended me. Blythe had managed to be both. Someone who needed me to take care of her, someone who was as alone as I felt and who would defend me even when I didn’t deserve it.
I ran the back of my hand over her cheek. “Don’t apologize for that ever again. It was my fault. I lost it for a minute there. I should have been more careful.”
She pressed her lips together, but the smile trying to break free was curling up the corners of her mouth.
I leaned down to press my mouth to her ear and asked, “Is that a naughty thought that has that grin tugging on your lips?”
She nodded, and I reminded myself why sliding my hand up her thighs was a bad idea.
“We’re here! Thank fuck! I gotta get away from these two,” Green said as he opened the door and jumped down out of the car.
Legend laughed and got out, but Matty looked back at me. “You need me to leave the car going for a little bit? We can get set up first.”
I started to say no, when Blythe shivered in my arms. I changed my mind. “Yeah, lock us in,”
I told him.
He shot me a thumbs-up and got out.
“Is that what you wanted, love?” I asked her as I slid my hand between her thighs.
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to my mouth. When I opened mine so I could taste her, she pulled my tongue into her mouth and began to suck on it. Fuck me, that was hot. My hand was on the wet crotch of her panties again, cupping her instantly. She was even more damp than she had been earlier.
A moan escaped her as I pressed my palm against her heat. “That feel good?” I asked.
“Yes, please.” She panted as she moved herself over my hand and started kissing my mouth again, greedily this time. She was obviously fascinated with my tongue ring. This was the first time she had spent any time exploring it.
I let her play a little before I slipped two fingers under her panties. The moment I made contact, she threw her head back and bucked against my hand. Never had I had a woman come apart on me from something so simple. Watching Blythe’s innocent expression flare up with desire was something I’d never get enough of. No one had touched her like this. No one had seen her the way I had.
As terrified as I was about hurting her, I was beginning to think I might need to worry about me. Blythe had managed to wrap me up so tightly that I couldn’t imagine life without her now. I needed her to live.
“Please,” she begged, panting as her heavily lidded eyes gazed up at me.
I slid a finger inside her tight entrance, and she gasped and stilled in my arms. I moved my hand and pressed exactly where I knew she’d feel it most. Her eyes flew open wide, and she grabbed my arm and tugged on it weakly. Then she cried my name.
“Easy,” I whispered against her temple as I pressed a kiss there. “I’ve got you. Just let it come, sweetheart.”
Blythe wrapped her hand around my forearm and squeezed. I took that as my cue to continue. With more tenderness than I’d every shown anyone in my life, I began to slide my finger in and out of the tight greedy hole squeezing me with a promise of how fucking mindblowing it would be when I was buried inside her.
I didn’t have much time. One of the guys would be banging on the damn door any minute. I wanted to see this. I was craving it just as much as her body was. Using the pad of my thumb, I brushed her swollen clit and felt it throb under my touch.
Blythe trembled and whimpered at the contact. My body was screaming at me to take her.
Rip her panties off and bury myself inside the tight heat that I knew would change my world.
But my head knew I had to be careful. She was fragile, and I needed to cherish her. I would make myself worthy of this.
I began making circles with my thumb as her point of pleasure pulsed with each touch.
“Krit, I’m gonna … I need to … please.” Blythe was gasping for breath and holding onto me as if her life depended on it. “Make me come.”
Another thing I’d realized. If Blythe asked me for anything, I’d give it to her. With one final pump of my finger, I pinched her clit and watched as Blythe bucked wildly and cried out my name.
I was obsessed with Blythe Denton.
Chapter Fifteen
BLYTHE
I wrapped my arms around my knees as I sat on a bench to the right of the stage behind the wall. I had a perfect view of Krit. I could see Matty, too, but Green was too far over, and Legend was behind Green. They were amazing.
It was their fourth song of the night, and so far I had seen a bra and two pairs of panties thrown at Krit’s feet. There were also several notes and pieces of paper up on the edge of the stage. I wasn’t sure what that was about. Maybe there were something like fan letters.
This was a part of Krit’s life, and I knew he loved it. The attention from women was something I couldn’t change. I didn’t want to change him. He wasn’t mine to change, though the way he had acted after we got out of the Escalade had been different. Remarkably different.
His hand was on me at all times. Even when he walked out onstage to check his equipment, he had kept my hand in his.
Girls had been screaming his name then, and he’d turned back to them and waved. One had even told him she loved him, and he’d winked at her. But all along his fingers had been threaded with mine, and his hold on me was tight, as if he was afraid someone was about to come snatch me away from him.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he turned to look back at me while he was singing. The grin on his face made my heart skip a beat and my stomach feel funny. I lifted my hand and waved at him, and his grin just got bigger.
It wasn’t the first time he had done that tonight. He was doing it a lot. I had worried that he would realize I was in the way and regret bringing me, but he wasn’t acting that way at all. He really hadn’t acted that way when we’d been in the car. My panties were uncomfortably damp now, but wow, it had been worth it.
I was worried about it though. That hadn’t been a friend thing to do. It had been intimate and something I never imagined I would do with someone I wasn’t in a relationship with. But with Krit, I forgot about all that and took whatever I could get.
Not having a mother to talk to growing up and not having a father who made me feel secure had warped me somehow. That was all that made sense. This intense feeling I had for Krit.
This need to be touched by him. To belong to him. I had always wanted to belong to someone.
When I was fourteen, a girl in our church had been tragically killed in a car accident. I had sat at her funeral watching as her mother had bent at the waist as sobs had racked her body.
The girl’s father hadn’t been much better. He had fallen on his knees and rested his head against the girl’s casket as his shoulders shook. It had been heartbreaking to watch. But the entire time I’d sat there, I’d wondered what that girl’s life must have been like. She had known a love like I had only dreamed about.
Then it had hit me. No one would cry if I died. No one would care. I wouldn’t have parents who were so overcome from their grief that they couldn’t stand up. I wouldn’t even have friends who had tissues wadded up in their fists as they stood and silently sobbed in their seats. That
day had marked me.
Krit didn’t know any of this. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into with me. I wasn’t like the girls who threw their panties at him hoping for one night of pleasure in his arms. I couldn’t get up the next day and walk away like he meant nothing to me. I wasn’t wired that way. All my life I had been alone and isolated. Would I love naturally? Or would my love be a twisted, broken love? Would I love in a way that smothered and made people run away?
Was I even lovable? There was a reason Pastor Williams and Mrs. Williams didn’t love me.
There was a reason no one ever got close to me or showed me love. Had I tried to love when I was younger and had it been wrong?
I glanced up from the spot on the floor I had been staring at while I was lost I my thoughts to see Krit walking toward me. Had they finished the set? He had said they did three tonight with twenty minute breaks in between.
Glancing behind Krit, I saw Green scowling as he followed Krit offstage. Was something wrong? I hadn’t been watching them. Did I miss a fight?
Krit was in front of me, immediately taking my hands and pulling me up. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a concerned frown etching his beautiful face.
“What’s … I don’t know? I—” I stopped talking when Green grabbed Krit’s shoulder and jerked him around.
“What the hell was that? We had five more minutes. We could have done another song. We were scheduled to do another song. Did you not look over the fucking lineup?”
Krit took a step and got in Green’s face. “Don’t. Fucking. Interrupt. Her.” He snarled then shoved him back, causing Green to stumble.
The instant fury that lit up Green’s eyes sent me into motion. He was going to hit Krit. I wasn’t going to let him hurt Krit. I jumped up as Green got in Krit’s face.
“We are working! She was fine. You could see her. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is our job, asshole. You can’t go doing shit like that when we have a packed house!”
Krit shoved him again. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”
I had to stop them. This was about me. I wasn’t sure why Krit had come offstage, but I knew it was about me. I had to fix this. I didn’t want Krit fighting with his best friend.
“Stop fucking shoving me, you pansy-ass motherfucker!” Green roared, and lunged for Krit.
I moved fast, putting up two hands and jumping in front of Krit to stop him. The force of impact when Green didn’t stop hit me directly in the chest. It was as if someone had put a vacuum in my lungs and sucked all the oxygen from the room. Nothing was getting in, and panic gripped me when I realized I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck!” Krit yelled, and his arms were around me. He was doing something to my chest as he begged me to breathe. I was trying to breathe. It wouldn’t work.
“Baby, please breathe,” he was pleading, and I wanted nothing more than to do that, but I couldn’t. It hurt, and the terror that I was about to die settled over me.
“She got the air knocked out of her. She’s gonna be okay,” Matty said in an calmer voice.
And then the vacuum left, and the air I had been fighting for filled my chest as I gasped loudly and bent over. Krit was holding me against him as me muttered sweet things over and over while he rocked me back and forth.
“Take him out of here,” Matty said.
I couldn’t look up to see who he was talking to, but I grabbed Krit’s arms to hold onto him in case they were talking about him.
“Not me, baby. I’m not leaving you,” he said as his hand began running down my hair as if he were petting me. “Not going anywhere.”
“I was going for him. I didn’t mean to hit her,” Green said, sounding panicked.
“When Krit is sure she’s okay, he is going to beat the motherfucking hell out of you. Go with Legend and let him calm down first.” Matty’s words were more of an order this time.
“I’m so sorry. God, baby. What were you doing? You … God.” He took a shaky breath.
“You couldn’t breathe. He hit you so hard and you went down and fuck, sweetheart. I’ve never been that scared in my life.”
I was able to breathe again without pain, and I had to fix this. This wasn’t Green’s fault. I didn’t know he wasn’t going to be able to stop. I thought he would stop from hitting Krit if I was in front of him. “He was gonna hit you,” I said, wincing from the pain in my throat.
Krit went still a minute, then his hold on me tightened.
KRIT
“Fuck,” Matty whispered.
He’d heard her.
It was me who couldn’t breathe now. I had thought it was an accident. But she’d fucking done it on purpose. To protect me. Holy hell.
“I’m gonna go … ,” Matty trailed off. I listened to his footsteps until he was gone before pulling back and looking down at Blythe.
“You got in front of six-foot-three one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle because he was going to hit me?”
She nodded. “It was my fault he was going to hit you. I was just going to stop him.”
She was going to stop him. This girl. Never in all my life did I imagine there was anyone like her. Never.
“Sweetheart, how did you intend to stop him? I could handle him. I’ve kicked his ass many, many times.” I cupped her chin in my hand. “I had rather had him kick my ass than to have anything happen to you. That was fucking unbearable. You can’t do that to me. If you get hurt, I won’t be able to handle it.”
She sighed, and her eyes looked back toward the stage. “I made this worse. I’m sorry. Can you go fix things with the two of you so you can get back onstage?”
The distressed look on her face meant I wasn’t going to be able to leave. I wanted nothing more than to take her back home and hold her all night. But she was really upset about this. I had overreacted. She had been sitting over here staring at the floor with the saddest lost expression, and I couldn’t think straight. I had to get to her.
“I’ll get Green, and we’ll go back onstage. But you have to promise me that you won’t try and save me again. I take care of you. Not the other way around,” I told her.
She reached up and touched my face. “Then who will take care of you?”
No one had ever cared about that before. That wasn’t something I was going to tell her, though. “You safe in my arms is all I need. Okay?”
She frowned and glanced away from me. “I’m not agreeing to that,” she said.
God, she was adorable. I pressed a kiss to her head. “Come with me to get the guys,” I told her as I stood up and brought her with me.
“You won’t do anything to Green then?” she said, sounding hopeful.
“No.” Until you’re asleep tonight. And then I’m beating his ass.
***
The look on their faces when Blythe apologized to Green and explained she was just trying to keep him from hitting me was priceless. Green looked like he might be sick, he was so upset over hurting her. If I hadn’t held her in my arms as she fought to breathe that could have possibly been enough punishment for him. I wasn’t going to feel better until I busted up something on his body. Preferably something that Blythe couldn’t see. I’d have to be careful with his face. She wouldn’t understand.
When we walked back onto the stage, Green whispered. “I would’ve never hurt her on purpose.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t responding.
“This ain’t over, is it?” he asked.
He knew me better than that.
“You hurt her. She was fucking protecting me. What do you think?”
Green hung his head, and the pained look on his face made me feel a little better. But he still had no idea what seeing her like that had put me through. Then the fact that she had defended me again and been hurt for it. I was to hurt someone, and Green was number one in line.
Matty took over the mic, knowing Green and I needed time to adjust to what had just gone down before we were ready to entertain the crowd.
The girls chanting my name and throwing panties and papers with their phone numbers on them normally made me get that rush in my system. Tonight I had to keep from cringing, knowing that Blythe saw all this. She heard it. When I had looked back at her and she’d been so lost in her thoughts, I had been worried that she’d heard or seen something that upset her.
Getting to her and reassuring her had been all I could think about. I glanced back at her, and she smiled at me. The excited gleam in her eyes was all I needed. I wanted to entertain her. I wanted her to enjoy watching me. I turned off the anger simmering inside and focused on that sweet smile.
When we finished the song and Matty had taken over to give me time to calm down, I turned back to the band and nodded. They knew that meant it was time for the new song. The one I’d written since Blythe had come into my life. It was hard and real. Fans would love it, and every time I sang it, Blythe’s face would be the only thing I saw. She had inspired it, even if I intended to change the bitter facts in the lyrics. She was changing everything for me.
I’ve always had an addictive personality—
Take a little then want a little more.
Being told no isn’t okay with me.
They call it obsession, but I know it’s more.
I know they tell you to stay away from the devil,
But, baby, come a little closer, open my door.
I turned and held her gaze. Her eyes were sparkling with something I didn’t understand, but damn, it felt like it was all mine.
They say I’m bad for you.
They say I’m wrong for the innocent, I’ll only burn you up.
But I’m addicted now, and there’s no changing that.
I just may be bad for you, but this lesson you’re gonna learn.
Accuse me of insanity or desire to possess.
I’ve heard it before but never like this.
I’d tell you not to fear this, but then I’d be a liar.
You lost your free will right after our first kiss.
I know they tell you to stay away from the devil.
But, baby, come a little closer. Open my door.
They say I’m bad for you.
They say I’m wrong for an angel, I’ll only burn you up.
But I’m addicted now, and there’s no changing that.
I just may be bad for you, but this lesson you’re gonna learn.
Good girls should stay away from the dark corners.
Temptation will always lurk within the turn.
Keeping you pure may be the only thing that redeems me.
But I never asked not to burn.
Chapter Sixteen
BLYTHE
There were a lot of them. All of them had tiny tops and tinnier bottoms. I stepped back from the women being let backstage by a large guy dressed in black. I could feel several of them looking at me.
“Who is she?” one of them asked in an annoyed tone.
I turned to the large guy who had the muscles of a bodybuilder and a T-shirt on that was so tight, it was in danger of ripping. He frowned at me. “How did you get back here? I don’t let the girls in until last song.”
Nervously, I glanced back at the stage, but I had moved so that I couldn’t see Krit anymore.
Swinging my gaze back to the man, I told him, “I came in with the band.”
His frown turned into a disbelieving smirk. “Yeah, right. Heard that before.” He stepped toward me and held out his hand. “Come on, sugar. I bring back the girls the guys pick out, and you weren’t one of them. I didn’t even see you around the stage all night.”
Uh-oh. Glancing back at the stage, I knew Krit would be done soon, and he would inform the guy I was really with the band. Problem was it didn’t look like I was going to be able to keep this guy from sending me away.
“Come on,” he said, motioning me to take his hand. “This isn’t something you want in on. I have no doubt they’d have picked you out of a crowd, but you look terrified. This isn’t where you need to be. These boys like to play.”
“I really did come with the band. I’m a friend of Krit’s,” I explained.
One of the girls burst out laughing, and several others joined her. My face felt like it was on fire.
“You are so not Krit’s type,” one of the girl’s said in an amused tone.
“Nice try,” another one piped up.
The guy gave me a pity smile. “Come on now. Let’s get you out of here.”
I didn’t want to stay back there with those women anyway.
“Fine,” I replied, but I wasn’t giving him my hand. I didn’t know him.
I stepped around him and shoved my way through at least fifteen girls. What the heck did four guys need with fifteen girls? Was that even possible? I ignored the sick knot in my stomach. It was likely that Krit would get a couple of these girls pawing all over him, and he’d forget about me until he was done. I would be stuck out there in the crowd, alone.
“Blythe.” Krit called out my name, and relief swamped me. I wasn’t going to have to go out there and face all those people. “Get the fuck away from her,” he ordered as he jumped down the steps and shoved the guy much bigger than him as well as a couple of the girls until he had his hand wrapped around my arm.
“Where are you going?” he asked, looking panicked.
I turned to look up at the guy in black. “He was sending me away,” I explained.
“She’s really with you?” the man asked incredulously.
“Did she fucking say she was with me?” Krit roared as he pulled me beside him and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“Yeah, but they all say that,” he said defensively.
“Does she like the rest of them?” he asked in a hard voice. He was angry. Again.
“No. I’m sorry, dude. You never bring a girl with you.”
“I will from now on. You’ll see her again. Make sure the others know this one is mine,” he ordered. Then he looked down at me. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay,” I replied, but the women behind us drowned my voice out. They were trying to get Krit’s attention.
“He’s taken, beauties, but I’m so fucking not,” Green called out over the women. Then Matty and Legend joined him.
Krit walked us to the backdoor that we’d arrived at earlier.
“Are we leaving them?” I asked, glancing back at the crowd.
“Yeah, they’ll be awhile. I have a car picking us up. I was prepared for this,” he replied, then pressed a kiss to my head. “Next time someone tries that shit again, you call my name real fucking loud. Got it?”
Next time? My heart fluttered. There would be a next time.
“Okay,” I replied.
“I’ll make sure they know who you are at the next place. I should’ve thought of that tonight.”
The possessive way he sounded made me want things I couldn’t have. I knew in my head that Krit didn’t mean what I wanted him to mean. But with him touching me and holding me all the time, it was hard to remind myself that he was just affectionate. I just wasn’t positive this was safe for my heart. I had never loved anyone. A month ago I would have said I had no idea what love felt like. However, I was beginning to think that this might be it. And I knew that was not what Krit wanted from me.
A black Lincoln Town Car was waiting outside. Krit walked over to it and opened the door.
“Get in,” he said with a grin.
When we were both inside and headed back to Sea Breeze, I relaxed against Krit. My eyelids were feeling heavy, and I enjoyed his warmth as I slipped into my dreams.
***
I woke up tucked into my bed, but I wasn’t alone. I lifted my head to look down at the hard drool-worthy chest I had been sleeping on. It wasn’t as soft as my pillow, but it was so much better. I took in the sexy musical note tattooed on his pec—it was perfect for him. I wanted to trace all the ink on his chest and arms, but he was still blissfully asleep. With his bad boy smirk gone and his long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones, he really did look like a fallen angel.
I remembered waking up with him carrying me last night, and then again when he pulled my boots off. Then his warm body had climbed into bed with me, and I had been drawn to him.
Glancing at the clock, I realized I had only thirty minutes to get to class. Krit was a late sleeper. I didn’t want to disturb him, so the kisses I wanted to cover his chest with would have to wait. With extreme care, I eased out of his arms. When my feet hit the floor, I peeked back at him to make sure he was still sleeping. Seeing him lying there in my bed made me ache for things I’d never have.
I had lived within my walls for a long time. Why couldn’t I keep them up around Krit, and protect my heart? Shaking my head, I realized no woman would be able to turn away from that.
If you were lucky enough to have Krit Corbin in your life, you didn’t push him away. You soaked up every minute and made as many memories as you could.
I got ready and took a shower as quietly as I could, and decided against using the hair dryer because it would wake him. Slipping on my jeans and a new blouse I had bought for work, I picked up my heels and tiptoed out of the room.
Taking the notebook out of my backpack, I quickly wrote Krit a note and taped it to the door before I headed to school. I was going to be late for class, but I just didn’t care. I had woken up in Krit’s arms this morning. It was a perfect day.
KRIT
Waking up without Blythe in bed had sucked. But waking up in her bed with her smell enveloping me was pretty damn nice. If I couldn’t wake up to her, then waking up in her bed with her pillow under my head was a close second. I had hoped I would wake up when she got up to get ready. I wanted to see her. Starting the day and not seeing her sucked.
I was in so deep. Funny thing was, I didn’t give a shit. I would gladly drown in her if she’d let me. For the first time in my life the hole that was always empty was full. I wasn’t trying to find something to curb a desire I couldn’t name. The unsatisfied feeling that had chased me and sent me from one addiction to another was gone. I was …
Satisfied.
I wanted to see my girl. My girl. I liked the way the words sounded. Letting her go was impossible. Hell, staying away from her for a few hours sounded like torture. I wasn’t going to make until this afternoon. Rolling over, I inhaled her scent in the sheets before getting out of bed. I went to grab my shirt and decided I was going to leave that here. I wanted her sleeping in my shirts. The other one was going to have to go.
Getting a shower was important, then I was going to find her. I knew when her classes were today, and if I missed her at the college, I would head over to the church. The piece of notebook paper taped to the door caught my attention.
Krit,
Good morning. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you. Thanks for staying with me last night. You’re surprisingly very comfortable. Do you still want me to come to Live Bay tonight? If not, it’s okay. I know I caused a lot of problems last night. I did enjoy it though.
Thanks for taking me. Hope you slept well.
Blythe
Did I still want her to come? Chuckling, I shook my head. It was time I cleared some things up. It was my fault that she was so confused. I hadn’t been clear with her, and I hadn’t been sure this was what was best for her. I knew now it didn’t matter anymore. She was what fixed me. With her I wasn’t broken.
A redhead wearing Green’s T-shirt was standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice when I opened the door. I glanced around, and Green wasn’t anywhere. Fantastic. He hadn’t gotten rid of his one-nighter.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and then her gaze fell to my chest. I wasn’t in the mood for this. I wanted to go find Blythe.
I didn’t say anything as I headed for Green’s room and banged on the door. Then I opened
it. A blonde was still wrapped up in the sheets and curled around his back. “Get up. Get ’em out. There’s one drinking my juice,” I barked.
Green lifted his head with one eye open and scowled. “What time is it?”
“After ten. Get them out before she eats my shit,” I said, then flipped on his light.
A string of curses came from Green and the girl in there with him as I headed back to my bathroom.
“Turn off my light, you fucker!” he called out.
“Don’t push me. I still plan on beating your ass,” I replied back before slamming the door behind me.
***
The girls were gone by the time I’d showered and dressed. Green glared at me as he sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair was sticking up all over the place, and he had only managed to pull on a pair of sweatpants.
“You came home in a bad mood,” Green grumbled.
“No. I came home to get ready and go see my girl. I didn’t like seeing some strange chick drinking my damn juice.”
“Your girl? Something happen last night?” he asked.
“Not what you’re thinking, and that’s not your fucking business,” I snapped. I didn’t like him thinking about Blythe and sex in the same sentence. It was some insane caveman shit that had taken over me, but I couldn’t control it or tap it down.
“What am I thinking?” Green asked, a confused expression on his face.
I headed for the door. He was being a dick on purpose, and I didn’t have time to beat his ass. I didn’t want to miss Blythe before she left school and went to work.
