Joshua Healy (The Mitchell/Healy Family #10)(26)

“Do you want me to?”

She shakes her head.

“Good.”




Our second attempt at playing a video game in the same room ends the way the first did. We’re fully engulfed in a make out session for quite some time before we stop for air. “If we keep at this I’m going to ask you to sleep in here with me, and I’m really trying hard to be a gentlemen tonight.”

I’m on my gaming chair, with Tamsyn straddling my lap. My hands are down around her ass, while hers sit at the back of my neck. “Tell me something I don’t know about you, Josh.”

“I used to be a huge pot head in high school, and up until a couple months ago I was still doing it often.”

“What changed?”

“I don’t know. If it’s around I’ll have a couple hits, but it doesn’t work as good anymore. Maybe I’m immune.” I paused for a second. “What about you? Tell me something I don’t know yet.”

“Every man I’ve ever cared about has let me down, my father included.”

“Wow. Really?”

She nods. “Every boyfriend I’ve ever had cheated on me one way or another. Maybe I’m just a bad girlfriend.”

“Nah. I didn’t choose to spend time with you because you were the first person I came in contact with after making the decision. I think you’re great.”

“Give it time. You’ll change your mind eventually.” She yawns, but keeps talking. “I should probably head over to the other room now. It’s going to be morning soon.”

I check the clock and she’s right. It’s nearly three. “Time flies when you’re in my arms.”

She’s stroking my face, peering into my eyes. “Promise me this isn’t a game to you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re not going to toss me out when someone better comes along. I’m not asking for a commitment. I just need to know I’m going into whatever this is with both eyes open. If it’s just sex then admit it. I might even be okay with it. It’s the not knowing that drives me nuts, Josh. I’m fully aware of how you live your life. I don’t expect you to change, but I do enjoy being with you.”

It’s hard for her to understand my way of thinking, because it’s not normal. I know I shouldn’t have problems committing, but for some reason I always have.

“Like I said before, I’m not seeing anyone else. If I’m anything it’s honest. I’ll tell you if something changes for me, but right now you don’t need to worry. You surprise me every single day with how much we have in common. I can’t remember getting along with a chick like we do.”

She’s finally smiling. “You think I’m totally cool, don’t you?”

“Just say you ride four-wheelers and I might blow a load right here and now.”

She leans close to my ears and whispers so it tickles. “I prefer dirt bikes.”

I’m a goner. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s reeling me in without effort. This woman has come out of nowhere and she’s turning my life upside down, making me see there’s more to women than a fast f*ck. There’s only one problem with knowing this; she’ll never be Liv, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or one that could rip our new friendship to shreds.





Chapter 12


Tamsyn


He’s tucked me into the quiet room nearly a half an hour ago, but I can’t get comfortable, not when I know he’s right across the hall. The house is quiet, rain is coming down, with an occasional flicker of lightening across the field in the distance. I keep watching, wondering if I’ll ever be able to close my eyes.

A creaking sound catches my attention. I see a figure, tall and broad in the doorway. He’s standing there, watching, as if he’s waiting for a sign that I’m still awake. Before I can make a peep, he’s coming toward me in only his underwear, kneeling down so we’re face to face. “Hey,” he whispers. “You awake?”

“Yes.”

“I know we’ve decided to slow things down, but…” I’m already leaning over to kiss him. I can’t stand it. It’s impossible to be this close to him and not want more. Before I know it he’s pulling me from the bed, lifting me into his arms and carrying me, all while his lips continue to crash against mine.

He’s gentle when I’m placed in his bed and watch him enter from the opposite side. His warm body pulls me close, my back up against his hard chest. One arm comes around to lace with my fingers, as his lips coarse over my earlobe. “I’m getting hard. How do people sleep like this?”

I adjust so that I’m facing him, shove him flat on his back and proceed to move under the covers. He’s been generous with me, so it’s only fair if I level the playing field and take care of his predicament without it ending in intercourse. Like any man would, Josh doesn’t stop me from lowering. Instead, he pulls the sheet away so he’s able to watch what I’m doing. Even though we’ve been together before, this sort of exploration is new for me. I’m diving face first into uncharted waters, knowing darn well I’m not experienced enough for him to think it’s anything outstanding. With that being said, I’m determined to do my best, so against my better judgment, I take his thick shaft into my hand and start jerking it up and down. This is the easy part.