Page 114 of Talk Nerdy To Me
I just grin at her, not commenting on how her mind has also attracted plenty of other companies who’d love to head-hunt her. I see the mail load that comes in, and hear the calls she turns down.
I keep my mouth shut because I don’t think Harley is taking advantage. She’s legit grooming her. And to Britt, she’s already family.
“This is why I don’t mess with serious college chicks. I have a type. I should stick to it,” Randy whimpers.
The girls talk for forty-five fucking minutes about the hardcore gaming world Britt is involved in—and it all sounds like gibberish to me.
On and on. And on. And on.
An hour later, the guys and I have moved to a different section of the patio just because we’re being ignored. My lips twitch when Britt grins over at me, her eyes falling on the guitar in my hands as I gently play.
“Take your girl and have sex with her so that we can at least have a chance at working our charm,” Taylor says as he eyes the ass of one girl who bends over.
“Some of them don’t like women being objectified in game context. Do you really think staring at her ass is going to get you anywhere?” Sticks asks him pointedly.
“I think I like a challenge.” After saying that, Taylor stands abruptly. “Let’s do shots and sing a little karaoke. Music’s apparently our most appreciated feature.”
He gets a few smiles, but Britt just seems confused. My lips twitch as she purses hers.
“I think I prefer women who like me and don’t make me feel dumber than I already feel,” Randy grumbles. “Nothing wrong with my kind of girl.”
“Absolutely not,” Taylor agrees as I remain distracted.
“You only say that because Bee would slap you for saying anything else,” Randy tells us.
“That’s not why I’m saying that,” Taylor groans when the girl he’s been eyeing doesn’t even glance his way. “I prefer being chased.”
I flip through the song list, already knowing which one I’m going to choose.
“It’s cheesy as fucking hell, but I can’t pass up this opportunity,” I say as I grab the microphone and select a song on my phone.
As soon as I start singing, I get a chorus of groans, as I rock every single word of the parody song Talk Nerdy to Me.
Britt smiles like I’ve done something right, as I sing directly to her. Her eyes are bright but also glossed over with that dazed, sexy, entranced look. I really should let her sit in on rehearsal. I’d kill it every time if I did.
Just because I’m already sliding head first in the cheese, I even run the tip of my finger over the tip of her pointed ear on the part about the elf ears not needing explaining.
Her grin immediately doubles.
I drop to my knees, dancing a little toward her, my smile only growing when her hands seem to unconsciously move up my chest. The girl with secretive sad eyes lights on fire, and I forget that I’m even singing as my lips collide with hers.
There’s a loud pop and scratch against the background music when I drop the mic—literally—and lift her from the table. Her legs immediately tighten around my waist, and I kiss her harder as I carry her inside.
“Ladies and gentleman, they made it almost through the second verse. A new world record. Let’s give them some applause,” Randy says over the microphone, causing me to groan and Britt to smile against my lips.
She’s still under the impression we’re not far from amicably parting ways and going our own separate paths in life. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to break up this perfect moment in time to bring forth the reality that we’re possibly all wrong, and yet perfect for each other. We have very fucking little in common, but it just doesn’t seem to matter at all.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I stumble over a threshold somewhere close to my room before bumping into a wall.
“Need me to drive?” Taylor calls from behind me.
“Fuck off,” I tell him, my lips still half fused to Britt’s as we finally fumble our way into my bedroom.
Her steady laugh grows as I lower her to the bed.
“What have I told you about laughing when we’re about to have sex?” I ask her when she pulls back and turns her head, working hard to keep a straight face.
She turns on her side, and I slide into bed next to her, pulling her to me by her waist.
