My Libertine (Trio Book 2) (10 page)

“Being brave tonight?” he asks, closing the door behind him.

“You’re home early,” I state and press pause. I inwardly berate myself for saying home. He doesn't seem to care or notice, though.

“Yep, shit didn't pan out.” He is rummaging around in the fridge for something, settling on a bottle of water he comes over to the living room and sits in the chair next to the couch.

“Too bad.” I point the remote again and press play. We sit quietly watching the show and before I know it we are in the middle of season two and I am hooked. Looking over at Row I see his eyes are on me. I quickly look away as if I have been caught doing something, then look back to see he still hasn't stopped his gaze.

“What?” I ask, looking away again.

“Nothin.” He shrugs then looks away, only to look back again. What the hell is going on?

“Row what are you look at? Do I have something on my face or what?” I ask wiping at whatever may be on my face.

“Nope.”

“Then what the hell?”

“Just can't stop seeing you in that bikini.” He grins.

“You really are a horn dog. You know that?” I say rolling my eyes.

“Oh, I'm aware. I'm also aware of what you have under them sweats you wear all the time.” He makes a humming noise. “Can’t get it out of my head.”

“You are weird,” I say and get up off the couch. Need water right now. Getting to the kitchen I go to grab a glass from the cupboard only to find that he has followed me there. Reaching over my head getting the glass for me. He hands it to me and I fill the glass from the spout on the fridge drinking it down quickly. Trying my best to ignore the man that in my kitchen.

“I heard you on the baby monitor outside.” I pale at his confession.

“You what?” I ask hoping it isn't as bad as I am thinking.

“Everyone had gotten out of the pool and went inside to change. So I went outside, then I heard you talking to Karter.” He stops for a second then smirks. “You think I'm handsome?” kill me now.

“Well… I'm not blind. Or stupid. Of course, I think you are handsome. The whole population thinks you are handsome. If Linn wasn't so in love with Lee she would have been humping your leg like a damned chihuahua.” I ramble on. “But…”

“But, I'm a slut.” He says. Crap he heard that part too.

“Little bit, yes. Not that it’s a bad thing. You are young and sexy. You can be… how old are you anyway?” I ramble on more.

“Twenty-six.” He laughs. “You are twenty-two?” how did he know? I think creasing my brows at him. “You have a birthday card from someone named Brinn on the fridge.” He nods toward the card that Cristal’s mom made me for my birthday not long ago.

“Sneaky,” I respond. “Please just forget what I said earlier today, it must have been the blow to the head, I was talking crazy.” I try and play it off but he has other plans.

“I will forget about it, for now.” Walking closer to me he brings his hand up and runs his thumb along my bottom lip licking his own lip during the action. “I have been wanting to kiss these damned pouty lips of yours since the first time I saw you.” I suck in a breath of air. “I'm being blunt again I know.” He bites his lip then comes even closer to me. Putting his lips a hair’s breath from mine. “Can I kiss you Dove?” he whispers against my lips so softly. I only get a slight nod out before he crashes his mouth to mine. His hands come up to my face and cup my cheeks. Pulling his mouth away slightly he bites my bottom lip lightly, causing a moan to rip out of me. This only makes him kiss me harder, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Licking and sucking my lips as he goes. Then he gets a hold of my tongue and sucks on it hard. That is definitely a new one. I'm to lost in the kiss I don't even notice when his hands leave my face and start trailing up my sides and under my shirt caressing my stomach lightly with his thumbs.

“So soft.” He murmurs against my lips. Then starts to move his mouth. Kissing, sucking, licking. Oh god everywhere until he drops to his knees and looks up at me. His eyes hooded with lust. He leans forward and brushes kisses on my stomach making me squirm even more than I was just seconds ago. My breath hitches at the feather light kisses and I feel that tingle grow, blooming from my clit. I bring my hands to his now even shaggier hair and try my hardest to get a grip wishing it was longer so I could pull on it. He still hasn't shaved since he came to live here so his facial hair is long and scratches at my skin so soft and prickly at the same time. He groans and starts to pull my sweat pants down. Down, down, until they are pooled at my feet. I'm not wearing anything sexy underneath, shit I haven't even shaved. He doesn't seem to care, just hooks his thumbs into my black bikini cut panties and drags them down. Joining my pants on the floor.

“Shit.” I hear him curse. Then he takes one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, backing me up to the counter top to lean on in the process. He swipes a finger lightly through my slit and I think if it weren’t for him holding me I would drop to the ground. I have only gotten oral once and even then it kinda sucked because, he who shall not be named, didn't do it for very long, not even getting me to come.

“You’re so wet Dove.” He says right before the tip of his tongue licks my clit sending a moan from my mouth. “Fucken sexy.” He hums then goes in flicking my clit and sucking with his talented tongue. Tracing my sex with his finger he teases me before plunging his finger in then pulling out just to thrust one more in. He fucks my pussy with his fingers slowly,so damn slow I think I am going to scream. He is teasing me. I'm going to die right now of frustration. I start pushing my hips to him and I can feel him grin while his lips play with me.

“Greedy girl.” He hums on my sex. “You want more?” he asks. Just loving my desperation. I answer with a harder thrust to his mouth. He chuckles then pushes forcefully with his mouth sucking harder and faster. Oh yes. Yes. I reciprocate the movements, grinding my pussy against his mouth and fingers. Faster and faster until I'm moaning his name and grabbing my nipples hard. Coming all over his face. I feel his other had come up to hold me in place as my body melts. He holds me there licking me clean then places a soft kiss on my clit, letting my leg back down to the floor. His other hand comes up to hold my hips so I don't fall. He rises up above me and looks down into my face. I'm breathless when I lock eyes with him. I see so many things in his eyes I can’t place. Then suddenly he breaks the contact and backs away like I just burned him.

“Sorry.” He says then as fast as he possibly can rushes out the front door. Leaving me standing there wondering what the fuck just happened?

It's been three days. Three fucking days! He hasn't been back. His bag is still in his room but still nothing. No text no nothing. I'm fuming. I know we aren't in a relationship or anything but the way he left in my book is not cool, not fucking cool at all. Been there done that. I haven't said a word to Linn or Cris about that night. I have been trying my best to not think about it myself because I just get pissed. Like I am now. Sorry? He is sorry? What the hell does that even mean? A knock on the door takes me from my angry thoughts. Opening it the last person I expect to see there is Dez. It is just about to be his unlucky day.

“What do you want? Haven't you done enough?” I snap at him. He visibly flinches.

“So she told you then?” he asks. Frickin Aussie accent of his. Not having it right now.

“Yes, she did. What the fuck were you thinking talking to her like that?” he ignores me.

“She here?” oh fucking no.

“No. She isn't here you dumb ass. She left, you broke her heart and she left. Happy with yourself.” I'm being mean I know this.

“Where did she go? To her mom’s?” he asks. Like I'm just going to tell him.

“She is done with you leave her alone.” I sneer.

“Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “I really do love her. I just. I tried. Tried to be with her but every time she pushed me away.”

“Oh it's her fault now?” fucking men.

“No, not what I'm saying. I know she had some shit go down in the past. Stuff that fucked her up. I just don't have the capacity to help her through it and I fucked up.” He says looking like the sad little bitch he is.

“You sure did Dez. My advice is to forget her. Because she is on her way to forgetting you.” I say and slam the door in his face. Yes, he shouldn't have come here right at this moment. I feel bad for snapping and taking my anger out on him, we were once friends. I just can't get over what he did or said to Cris. She is like a sister to me and he broke her heart and in turn broke mine too. The guy always seemed to bring out the once happy bubbly side of her she has kept tucked away for the past couple years. Prick. Why do guys have to be so dumb? That just so happens to be the time Row decides to walk through the door. He stops when he sees me. Unsure of what to do.

“Just came to get my things.” Is all he says and walks past me to go to his room. As pissed as I was right before he walked in I can’t seem to say anything to him. My heart is racing at the thought of him being here. Not five minutes later he walks back out, bag slung over his shoulder. Guess he is leaving. I just stand there and look at him pleading with my eyes for an answerer I'm sure I will never get.

“Thank you for letting me stay. Here is some money for rent.” He says tossing an envelope onto the kitchen table and starts for the door. A little courage seems to overtake me and I step into his path.

“I don't want your money Row.”

“Too bad. I crashed here and said I was paying rent. There it is. Do what you want with it.”

“You are just going to leave?” he nods his head. Rubbing his lips together, eyebrows knit.

“I'm sorry about the other night, shouldn't have happened.” I look closer at him and see a slight smear of red lipstick on the side of his mouth and looking further down I see that he has three hickeys just peaking out of the top of his tee shirt. He smells like a woman too and sex. I just about loose it again. He must see me looking at the marks because he seems to look guilty. “Sorry.” He says once again and side steps me to walk out the door.

“That's it? You’re sorry? What the hell Row? Why did you come here? Why did you continue to talk to me? Text me?” questions so many questions. He stops his stride, with his back to me I see his shoulders slump.

“I couldn't stay away. Couldn't get you out of my head. You don't need someone like me in your life, and I don't want someone like you in mine.” My heart drops right there. Shattered to pieces all over my kitchen floor. “Goodbye, Dove.” He says then walks out.

I'm broken hearted, but I have no time to wallow, I have a child to take care of. I don't let myself think about Row, only at night when my mind drifts to him in the quiet. I finish watching our show that we started together, guess I'm a glutton for punishment. I really don't even know how to justify what happened between us. There was a connection that is for sure, but I can't grasp why he reacted the way he did.

My dad started dating the Realtor, Leanna, and he seems so happy with her. I'm happy for him. She apparently was persistent enough and he finally gave in. They went out a few weeks after he moved into his new place and have been seeing each other for three months now.

Karter is eight months old now and moving around like crazy. I got him a walker and he has a hell of a time rolling all over the apartment. His favorite thing to do is try to get into the cupboards, only getting the door open so far before it hits the bottom of his walker. Pisses him off. He is growing so fast and it fills my heart every time he smiles at me. He is happy and that is all I want for him.

Cris came back and has been quieter than usual. Every time I see her sad face I want to punch Dez in the face. I never did tell her about his stopping here and me yelling at him, thought it best not to. Today the three of us are going to have a girl’s day. Makeovers and all that. My dad said we all deserved some fun time and wouldn't take no for an answer paying in advance for everything. First, we are headed to the salon to get our hair done and nails too. Fun and gossip.

“So who do you think would be better in bed? Thor or Captain America?” Linn asks while the three of us are soaking our feet.

“Really Linnie?” Cris says rolling her eyes.

“Well, Thor, of course, he is a god after all,” I state.

“But Cap is a super soldier.” She argues. Then from out of nowhere Cris says.