Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(41)

“Yep. Many times, although it’s been a while since I was there. Sarah and I used to go there all the time.”

“Sarah?”

“The pregnant nurse that took your info.”

“Oh. Yeah, I remember. The one who conveniently pointed out that we both live in the same town.”

I saw her cringe a little.

“Yeah, your friend’s not as subtle as she’d like to think.” I shrugged. “I didn’t mind. She gave up some very useful information.”

I watched the blush stain Erin’s cheeks. I wondered where else I might get to see her body flush with heat. The tightness in my muscles returned as well as part of my single-minded erection. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. I may even buy your pregnant tattletale some flowers for being so helpful.”

“Seriously?”

I winked at her. That shy flush hit her again. “Yep. And I’m willing to bet she’d give up your phone number for a chocolate donut and a smile.”

Erin’s shoulders slumped, playing right along. “You’d bribe an eight-month pregnant woman with a donut to get my phone number?”

I didn’t want to give away that I already had her cell number, her former addresses from when she lived in Baltimore and attended Johns Hopkins University, and that she had no priors and only ever had one speeding ticket in her life. The fact that she had no other aliases also brightened my shitty night.

Trade secret—all cops hooking up with new women ran their girl’s information. That’s because you never knew which hot babe was also a walking restraining order in disguise. It was a relief to find one without any priors.

Besides, I was sure the moment I left the hospital they had all of my medical records from the last four times I visited the ER up on their screen. Hell, there were even video clips from the show of the guys and me on the Internet. I wasn’t feeling guilty in the least, but something about her whole vibe told me she hadn’t cyber-stalked me yet.

“Yes, I most certainly would bribe a pregnant woman to give up your phone number, but only as a last resort.”

I watched her take another bite, scrutinizing me. “Please don’t torture my pregnant friend. Chocolate donuts make people do stupid things.”

I set my coffee cup down. “Afraid she might tell me too much? I bet if I brought her a dozen she’d tell me all of your little secrets.”

“I don’t have secrets.”

“Yeah right. All women have secrets.”

I saw her spine stiffen. She liked the challenge. Good.

“And men don’t?”

“I didn’t say that.” I shoved a piece of toast in my mouth.

“If I ask nicely, would you tell me your secrets? I promise to be open-minded.”

Damn, she’s good at this. I wonder how open-minded she’d be if we discussed my sexual depravities.

“Oh, no. I’m not falling for it. You want me to give up information? Not without a swap. One for one.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d like this game but I did sort of ask for it.

“Okay. Ladies first?”

As if I had a choice. I swept my hand for her to start, hoping like hell this didn’t get out of hand.

“Ever been married?”

Easy. “No. My turn.”

“Wait.”

“One for one, Doc. Didn’t give specifics on the amount of details.”

And there went her enthusiasm and out came a pout. “Fine.”

“Oh, the four letter death word,” I teased, waving my fork at her. “I know what that word means in women speak, by the way. Rule Number One: you use that word on me, I get to call you on it.”

And back came a bit of her perkiness with a smile wicked enough to destroy me. “We have rules now?”

I pushed one of my empty plates away and kicked back, enjoying the fun of riling her up. “Rules. Words to live by. Whatever you want to call it. I like rules. Keeps things clear.”

Then came the sass with the ornery grin. “Fine.”

God, she was hot.

“Fine,” I volleyed. “My turn.” I knew she’d never been married, so I didn’t intend to waste my question. I had every intention to find out if she liked to be tied up during sex, so I tossed her an easy one. “What’s the craziest thing you did in college?”

That made her lips pucker. Damn, even her little pout was cute. “Not fair.”

“Hah! It’s very fair. And by that reaction you definitely have to answer it now.”

I wondered how long she’d take to think of an answer and how much of it would be the truth. Her eyes glanced up, to the right. I relaxed and waited.

“Okay, back in my sophomore year a friend of mine and I went to a frat party and somehow, after way too much beer, I got entered into the wet T-shirt contest.”

I felt my eyes bulge and my throat tighten simultaneously at her honest recounting. Why the hell couldn’t I have known her then? “For real?” This innocent-looking creature had a wild side. I knew it.

Erin nodded sheepishly. “Yep. And you want to know the best part of it? I won it, too.”

Of course I had to look at her boobs now, wondering what soaking wet cotton would look like plastered against the lovely pair. Hard, pink nipples begging to be warmed with my tongue. The left one, and then the right, sucking and tugging on them with my teeth until they’re red and swollen, and she’s moaning in my arms. And just like that, my hard-on came back with a vengeance. Damn, is she doing this to me on purpose?