Good Girl Complex(Avalon Bay #1)(58)

Walking back toward the house, Cooper teases Daisy with a long reed.

“So you wanna spend the night?” he asks me.

“Yeah, okay.”

Starting now, I’m not overthinking it. Clean slate. Starting from scratch.

It’s time I get to enjoy myself.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE


COOPER

My head is wrecked. Waking up with Mac in my bed, my first thought is to make some bad decisions all over again. Then I remember that I’m in deep trouble. I was all about it last night when she practically jumped on my dick. But afterward, something really messed up happened. I didn’t want her to leave. I started thinking, well shit, what happens if she goes home and I get another goddamn text like, Sorry, my bad, I made a mistake and I’m getting back together with my dipshit boyfriend?

Which is about the point I realized that I’m fully screwed.

“Morning,” she mumbles, eyes closed.

When she rolls over and drapes her thigh over my leg, teasing my hard-on, I don’t stop myself from grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Morning,” I answer.

She responds by kissing my left pec before giving it a little bite.

This chick is something else. It’s always the good girls, right? All sweater sets and manners until you get them alone. Then they’re shoving your face between their legs and leaving with blood under their fingernails.

We cuddle there for a few minutes, warm and lazy in my bed. Then Mac lifts her head to peek at me. “Can I ask you something?” She’s apprehensive.

“Sure.”

“It’s kind of a nosy question.”

“Alright.”

“Like, totally none of my business.”

“You gonna ask it or should we keep discussing the question-asking process itself?”

She bites me again, a teasing nip at my shoulder. “Fine. Did you have sex with Sutton?”

“No. We took a walk on the pier and then she puked over the railing, so I put her in a cab.”

Mackenzie keeps prying. “If she hadn’t thrown up, would you have done anything? Kissed? Brought her back here?”

“Maybe. Probably.” When I feel her body stiffen beside me, I thread my fingers through her long hair. Other guys might have held back, but I’m not other guys. She asked. I answered. “You wanted to know.”

“Yeah, I did. And I’m the one who threw her at you. I guess I’m not allowed to be jealous.” Mac growls softly. “But I fucking am.”

“Welcome to the club,” I growl back. “The thought of anyone but me putting their hands on you makes me homicidal.”

She laughs. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a bit intense?”

I shrug. “Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

I twist a chunk of her hair around my finger. “You know,” I say pensively, “as pissed as I was at you that night, I’d forgotten how fun it is to be Evan. It’d been ages since we pulled a twin switch.”

She tilts her head curiously. “You two would switch places a lot?”

“All the time. He used to take all my geography tests for me in high school—swear to God, that kid has a weirdly good memory when it comes to state capitals. Sometimes we’d break up with each other’s girlfriends.”

Mackenzie gasps. “That’s awful.”

“Not our finest moments,” I agree. “We also switched places to mess with our friends, although most of them can tell us apart, even when we make ourselves identical from head to toe. But yeah, sometimes it’s nice to take a break from myself and be Evan. Live life with zero regard for consequences. Do what you want, screw who you want, no regrets.”

“I don’t know … I like you just fine.” Her palm slowly trails down my bare chest. “More than fine, actually.”

“Wait. I want to make you breakfast,” I say, stopping her when her hand reaches into my boxers.

“Can’t we do this first?” Mac looks up and licks her lips.

Goddamn. Yes, princess, by all means I’d love to see how you look with my cock in your mouth, but I’m trying out this new being-a-gentleman thing, if you’ll let me.

Like I said, my head’s wrecked.

“You start that,” I warn, “and we aren’t leaving this bed.”

“I don’t mind.”

Groaning, I push her off me and slide out of bed. “Tempting. And trust me, I’d absolutely smash that, but Evan and I are getting a delivery today for the house renovations. We’ve gotta get an early start.”

Mac pouts, my T-shirt hanging off one tanned shoulder. Her bare legs are begging me to come back to bed. Fucking death of me, right there.

“Fine. I guess breakfast will do. Got any scones?”

“Fuck off,” I laugh, heading to the bathroom.

After I grab a spare toothbrush from the cabinet, Mac tears open the packaging. We brush our teeth side by side, but draw the line there. She shoos me out so she can pee, and I go and answer a text from Billy West about today’s lumber order. I’m still texting when Mac wanders out of my room toward the kitchen.

By the time I’m done, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is wafting through the house.