That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(70)

“Can’t fault you for that,” I say and twist my wineglass by the stem as it rests on my leg. “Yes, I do. I love him, and it’s scary and exciting and consuming. I’m not sure if he feels the same way, but what I do know is that he’s working really hard at being the man he thinks I deserve.”

“Gah, my heart. Oh, Reid. Look at him, all grown up.” Harper clasps her hands over her chest.

Suddenly, the front door whooshes open, and in come the four Knightly men, all looking as handsome as ever. Rogan leads the group, followed by Griffin and Reid, with Brig bringing up the rear.

When Reid sees me, his smile stretches across his face, and we stare at each other, savoring the moment. I love that smile so much, that look in his eyes whenever he sees me. Talk about butterflies: they’re constantly floating in my stomach when he’s around.

“Hey, I thought you were all going out,” Harper says as Rogan plops down beside her on the couch.

“Brig was bringing us down, so we thought we’d come back here and make him even more depressed,” Rogan answers before planting a kiss on her lips.

With both hands on the armrests of Ren’s chair, Griffin bends at the waist and gently kisses her on the mouth. I watch them for a moment before my own Knightly scoops me up and sets me on his lap, his arm wrapping around my stomach, his lips connecting with the side of my head.

“Hey,” he whispers before tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.

Shivers roll up my spine, and goose bumps spread across my skin.

“Hey,” I answer back, feeling a little shy.

“Well, isn’t this just fucking lovely,” Brig says, standing in front of all of us, his arms crossed. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he looks over each couple. “None of you fuckers were looking for love, and there you are, all smiling idiots with a girl in your arms, while I’m over here, tit-less, with no prospects in sight.”

“Maybe because you’re calling yourself tit-less rather than single,” Griffin points out.

“Whatever. I’m texting Walter. I’m getting out of here. I don’t need to be thrown down a well of depression because you’re all insensitive to my struggles.” He turns and heads out the door, slamming it behind him.

I try to hold it back, but I can’t. And neither can the rest of the group—we all burst out laughing. Oh, poor, poor Brig.

“Maybe if he stopped trying, love would find him,” Ren says.

“He’s too sensitive about what happened in New Orleans. He’s on a hunt to make sure the curse is broken, and there’s no stopping him,” Griffin says.

Harper scans the room. “You can’t possibly think that thing is real.”

None of the boys answer. Instead, Griffin stares down at his fingers, examining his cuticles with more intent than a man should. Rogan’s eyes seem to find the ceiling quite intriguing at this very moment, and Reid, well, he cuddles closer, making it impossible to see his reaction. Unbelievable.

“Want to get out of here?” Reid whispers, breaking the silence.

“Well, I was supposed to be having a girls’ night.”

“Have a girls’ night with my dick.”

I turn to face him. “Are you telling me your penis is a woman?”

He cringes. “I guess that didn’t come out right, did it?” I shake my head. “Then let me be more clear. My dick wants to play with your vagina, so please let her come out and have a good time.”

“Did Reid just ask your vagina to come out and play?” Harper butts in.

“Hey, no one asked you to listen in on our conversation,” he snaps back, as if she were his very own sibling.

“Hard not to when you’re breathing heavy like that.”

Rogan squeezes her leg. “Good one, Harp.”

“You are breathing pretty loudly,” Griffin points out. “It’s getting weird, dude.”

“I am not. Fuck all of you.” Before I know what’s happening, Reid stands, still holding me in his arms, and walks to the door. “Say good night to your friends—you’re coming with me.”

“Reid, my clothes,” I call out, just barely able to snag my purse from a side table.

“We’ll get them later. We’re going to show these old farts how to have a good time.”

“Are you going to record it for us?” Rogan calls out.

Reid throws up a middle finger in response before hurrying through the night air to his truck and setting me in the passenger seat.

“Where do you think we’re going?” I ask after he hops in and settles himself behind the wheel.

“To my place.”

“What if Eric gets bored and decides to visit you? Might not be the best idea.”

Reid’s hands clamp around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with frustration. “Damn it. Uh, okay, let’s go to the Point.” He roars his truck to life.

“The make-out spot for high schoolers?”

“Why not?” He smiles wickedly. “Could be fun.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE





REID


Shit.

Fuck.

Ahhh . . .

“Babe, I’m . . . fuck, I’m going to come.” My hand is tangled in Eve’s long brown hair while she’s bent over the console, sucking me off.