Page 105 of Live for Me

“Probably because it really isn’t any of your business,” I said to him. “Or yours,” I added and pointed at Triss.

“I think it makes it my business when she called me for advice about you,” she laughed.

“She pesters me nonstop about you,” Indy said. “Makes it my business too.”

“Somebody should probably tell her that you two are the last people she should be seeking advice from in this area.”

“That felt a little personal,” Indy said, holding his hand over his heart.

“You don’t know how to talk to people unless it’s about sex, and she fell in love with the jackass who kidnapped her.”

“Definitely personal now,” Triss said. “I don’t think he wants to talk to us about Memphis.”

I winked at her and clicked a finger gun in her direction.

I think I spent another two fucking hours listening to those two argue over whether it was me or Memphis who was the boss in bed. Both sides seemed to come into it fully prepared with a theory, what they considered proof, and a seemingly endless list of counter arguments to disprove the other.

None of these things made me uncomfortable in any sense, but they’d absolutely make Memphis squirm to know that we were the topic of discussion.

I never thought I’d see the day when I was grateful for the unpleasant silence that came back in the door of that house when New Jersey set foot through it. Indy normally wasn’t very good with boundaries, but even he seemed to sense that a sex chat about the things Memphis liked having done to her probably wasn’t the smartest with Jersey in the room.

She surprised the hell out of me when she walked into the kitchen and came straight to me, putting herself squarely in my arms like she suddenly decided that she didn’t care at all who was watching.

“That’s so fucking cute that it hurts,” Triss whispered.

“I told you she was the boss,” Indy whispered right back to her.

“She better be,” New Jersey added, shocking everyone in the room right back into silence.

“Sounds like you guys had an interesting talk,” Memphis mumbled directly into my chest.

“I was going to say the same to you, angel.”

Lying in bed alone that night left me in an unpleasant state of frustration. Memphis wasn’t my sex toy. It was wildly unfair of me to think that she’d be staying in this room with me every night just because I’d fucked her twice. Even while I could acknowledge that, an unpleasant voice in my mind kept quietly reminding me that she’d probably stay in her own room tonight because New Jersey was back in the house. And it was, technically, his house.

Like I needed more of a reason to be an asshole to the guy.

I’d told her as plainly as I could that I wasn’t going to stop touching her just because he was back. She’d taken the extra step to show me that she didn’t plan to stop either by hugging me while he was there to see it. But my dick wanted her presence tonight just as much as my mind did. I stayed in my own bed and in my own room for as long as I could stand it.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled to myself and rolled to the edge of my bed to get up. There was no ignoring how fucking hard my dick was. It almost hurt. I was going to have to take care of it myself or make it Memphis’ problem.

I found myself chuckling at the top of the stairs to see her already halfway up them on her way to my room. She froze right where she was when she heard me. She stared at me for just a second before she giggled.

“Get up here, sugar.”

The temptation to put her on her knees a couple steps below me was overwhelming, but that decent part of my brain was always there to quietly remind me that she was still new to most of this. She probably wasn’t really ready for me to be a fucking psychopath yet. She didn’t just stop when she made it to the top of the stairs, though. She jumped right at me so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and she latched her hands behind my head.

For as much as it rubbed me the wrong fucking way to have to admit it, having been in this house with her for the last six months showed me who she was when she felt alone. Having her in my arms tonight, now that she felt like a missing piece of herself had been returned, showed me who she could be when she was happy. She giggled the entire way that I carried her back to my room. She pulled my hair when I accidentally walked her right into the doorframe because I couldn’t see shit. The laugh that came out of her when I tripped over god only fucking knew what on the path to my bed was somehow both the cutestandthe sexiest thing I’d ever heard. She turned me into something feral when she bit me the second that I dropped both of us onto that bed.

I couldn’t even begin to guess how many rounds we went over the course of the night. What I was certain of, however, was how very tired I was by the time I heard the others moving around the rest of the house the next morning. I should’ve known that she’d be exhausting. It shouldn’t have surprised me in the slightest that I hadn’t just lit a tiny spark of lust inside her. She’d exploded into a motherfucking wildfire, and there would be no dousing it now. Because this was Memphis. She was all in, or she wasn’t there at all. There wasn’t much in between for this girl.

I laid across her to kiss the tip of her nose.

“I need to get down there,” I said quietly. “Indy gets even more unbearable than he normally is when he’s hangry.”

She groaned and tried to roll out from under me, but I didn’t move, so she couldn’t either.

“Didn’t wejustgo to sleep?” she whined.

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