Saxon(6)

My lip twitches. “I guess I can do that.”

She sighs heavily. “Are you always this high maintenance?”

“What?” I ask, laughing at her.

She waves her hand in the air, like that’s an answer.

“Yeah, that’s not an answer,” I let her know.

She stands, and I can’t help but check out her perfect round ass.

“I’m getting some ice-cream, do you want some?” she asks, her hips swaying enticingly with every step as she retreats to the kitchen.

“Yes please,” I call out.

She returns with two bowls and hands me one.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she replies.

“What are you doing next weekend?” I ask her around a mouthful of chocolate ice-cream.

“Why?” she asks.

“I thought maybe you’d like to come to one of our concerts? I could fly you out—”

“No thanks,” she replies, cutting me off.

“Why not?” I ask, frowning.

She shrugs both her shoulders. “I have plans.”

That’s not the only reason, and we both know it.

“Plans with who?” I ask curiously. If she has a date, I don’t know how well I’ll handle it. Why is she so difficult? She just needs to stop fighting and give in. Things would be so much easier.

The words Tenielle and easy do not go together.

“Dude, we just became friends. Stop acting like you have the right to ask me stuff like that,” she blurts out, eyebrows furrowed.

Fuck.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” I reply. “I want you, and sometimes I forget…”

Forget that she doesn’t want me back. Well she does, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She’s so deep in denial, she has her own brand of it. I want to push, but I know now isn’t the time. Yet.

She exhales and puts her bowl on the floor. “Can we just hang out without having to talk about this?”

I nod my head, amused. “Okay.”

Her smile makes it all worth it. “Good. I get to choose the next movie.”

I put my arm behind her, resting it on the back of the couch. She sends me a cute sideways glance but doesn’t say anything.

She smells good.

I return my attention back to the TV.

I’ve never hated the word friend so much in my life.





Chapter Three

Tee

My eyes flutter open and I stretch my arms about my head lazily. When my hand comes in contact with a warm hard chest, I sit up. Wide eyed, I turn my head to stare at a sleeping Saxon. How did we end up in my bed? I must have fallen asleep on the couch. Did he carry me? And why the hell is he still here? I take the opportunity to stare at this muscled body, his tattoos, and his pierced nipples.

I suddenly feel parched.

His abs are defined, and I want nothing more than to lick them. Maybe even tug gently on those nipple rings with my teeth and then….

“Enjoying the view?” comes a deep rumbly voice, thick with sleep.

My gaze moves to his warm brown eyes. “Hell yeah I’m enjoying the view,” I admit. “Did you carry me to bed?”

“I did,” he replies, running a hand through his messy hair. Good thing he’s strong, because I’m not a light girl, and I’m not just saying that. I’m five-foot-ten with curves that I wouldn’t change for the world. I’ve never heard any complaints before either.

“And you decided to stay the night because…”

He smiles sheepishly. “I was tired, and you had yourself wrapped around me. How am I supposed to leave that?”

Great even sleeping me wanted him.

“I don’t think this is friend behaviour,” I point out, my gaze roaming down his body once more. I’m not a shy person, so I’m trying to restrain myself from opening his pants and seeing what exactly he’s working with down there. Going by the bulge he’s currently sporting, he’s huge. I lick my bottom lip, wondering what he tastes like. I’m about to look up at his face once more when he sits up and grips my chin in a firm hold.

“How am I supposed to lay here and watch you look at me like that and not be able to do anything about it?” he rasps, eyes trained on my mouth.

I open my mouth to reply when he kisses me. His lips press against mine, his hands now tangling in my hair. He licks at the seam of my mouth, begging entrance. I pull my face back. “What are we doing?”

He grins wolfishly. “Want me to show you again?”

I gently push his hands off me and stand up. “This,” I say, pointing between the two of us, “isn’t going to happen again.”

His smile drops. “You’re telling me you didn’t feel that between us? Come on Tee, it’s like a f*cking electric current every time we touch.”

I don’t bother to deny it. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” he asks, jumping out of bed and standing before me.

I rack my brain. “Ummmmm…”

“Exactly,” he adds. His phone rings and he turns and grabs it from the table. “Hey Ryder? Yeah, I’ll be there soon man. I’m just at Tenielle’s. Yes I stayed the night.”

I gasp, then jump on his back trying to get the phone from him. Ryder is the last person who I want in my business, and Saxon made it sound like we had sex, when we sure as hell didn’t. In fact, it was probably one of the most innocent nights I’ve had with a man since I was in my teens. He says bye and hangs up before I’m able to wrangle the phone from him.