The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(66)

No. Definitely not that one. He’d come. Hard. Like, propel-a-rocket-grenade hard.

Men! She would never understand them.

Kenna gave her rear a smack. “Don’t look so pitiful. So what if he didn’t give it to you last night. There’s always tomorrow, right?”

Always tomorrow.

The words played in a loop in Brook Lynn’s mind. She’d only promised him a night of sex. A single night. Had he, perhaps, hoped for a second go-round? Because not actually sleeping with her left their legal and binding contract in play.

Her jaw dropped. Was that why he’d stopped? There was a good chance...yes, she thought, and someone might as well have tapped her vein and injected her with happiness. I’m still in the game!

She took another two...six swigs of whiskey before putting the bottle back on the floor and picking up her phone. Texting Jase to ask for confirmation seemed like such a good idea right now. The best! Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

But as her fingers flew over the keyboard, Do you want more from me or not? wasn’t what she typed.

Guess what? U missed out, Jase Hollister. U could have had ALL this.

She waved to encompass her entire body. Wait. He couldn’t see her. Should she send a video, too? Nah.

It’s a treasure, & I don’t go around giving it away 4 free. But U blew it, she added. Blew. It. So. Hard.

Perfect. Don’t even need to proofread. Send.

Another thought hit her. She began typing again.

Guess what else? I still owe U a nite & UR gonna get it whether U want it or not. I’M LEGALLY BOUND, REMEMBER?? So the next time we R 2gether I’m going 2 start by running my fingers down UR chest, all the way 2 UR zipper...

Send.

His reply came within seconds.

And then?

She yelped with surprise...then nearly melted into a puddle with pleasure. He really did want more!

“What are you doing?” Kenna demanded.

Brook Lynn ignored her, typing, I will lean in soooo close...

Send.

Another lightning-fast response came in.

AND THEN? Tell me, angel. I have 2 know.

Oh, I’ll tell you all right.

“Seriously,” Jessie Kay said. “What are you doing? You’re panting.”

Brook Lynn ignored her, too. She typed

And then I will whisper “I have a headache. Maybe we can try again tomorrow.”

Send.

Her phone rang a few moments later. Startled, she dropped the thing on the floor and peered down at it as if it had just begun leaking poison. Was that Jase?

With a grin, Jessie Kay swiped up the phone and handed it to her. “Answer, or I will.”

Brook Lynn tentatively placed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Cruel, honey. Cruel.” Jase’s husky voice filtered through the implants and drifted into her head, making her shiver. “I might not survive that severe of a punishment.”

She tried for a tough tone. “Well, I’m hard-core. And you should have considered the consequences before you kicked me out.”

“Kicked you out?” He sounded as if he’d just choked on his own tongue. “You blazed out the door after I asked you to stay.”

The girls crowded around her, whispering, “What’d he say?” and “Put him on speaker. I want to hear this.”

She batted them away, got dizzy, tripped over her own feet and ended up in a puddle of silk scarves. “Jase, I need you to stop trying to place the blame on my delicate flower shoulders and come find me. This is a 911 sexergency. You have made me more frustrated than a zombie at a salad bar. Fix it!”

Behind her, Jessie Kay and Kenna burst into laughter.

“You been drinking, honey?” he asked.

“Only this much.” She pinched the fingers of her free hand to indicate a little.

“Doing your fun list, then?”

“I am. And guess what? It’s fun!” She pushed to her feet to twirl around the room...and then had to sit back down and stick her head between her legs before she passed out or threw up. “Or it was. Now it’s not.”

The phone was swiped out of her hand.

“Hey,” she protested.

“Jase,” Kenna said. “This is Kenna Starr, and I just want to assure you...” She went silent. “Yes, we are...No, no, of course not...Well, that’s a little extreme.” Her eyes widened and swung to Brook Lynn. “I would never let anything...Okay, all right.”

Curiosity poured through Brook Lynn. “What’s he saying?”

“You are...Wow,” Kenna said to him, disregarding her. “I’m going to have to refuse your oh, so generous offer...What! That’s blackmail!” A pause. “But I promised and...well, she does seem to like you...Fine! You win. I’m going to hang up before I change my mind.”

“What was that about?” Jessie Kay demanded.

“Yeah,” Brook Lynn said. “Tell me before things get ugly.”

Kenna placed a hand over her mouth as a chuckle escaped. “I’m supposed to take you home, ensuring you do not speak to any man between the ages of sixteen and fifty. Sixty, if they look like they work out. I’m also supposed to refuse to help you with any more items on your fun list—and so are you,” she said to Jessie Kay. “Jase has called dibs, and he’s willing to go to extraordinary lengths to make sure he gets what he considers his. Even creating a mess at Dane’s office that causes him to have to work late nights for the next six weeks!”