Page 60 of Give Me Love

“Where are you going?” I look over at Jace, his pants undone and two girls kissing all over him.

“Have fun, brother. I’ve got someone I need to talk to.”

He moves the girls away and stands up. “Wait, you’re leaving all of this?” he says as if he can’t believe it.

“Yeah, I saw someone I know down there.”

He looks, and his brow lifts in surprise. “Harrison?”

I rub my buzzed hair, a signal that I’m uncomfortable.

“What’s the deal with that? You haven’t fucked her yet?” he asks.

I narrow my eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like that?” He steps back, his eyes widening. “What other way could it be for you?”

I grab my nape. “I don’t know. This one’s different.”

He smiles broadly. “Holy hell.”

“What?” I respond.

“I never thought I’d see the day.” He’s all white teeth and red-rimmed eyes.

“The fuck you talking about?”

“My big brother is hooked on a woman.”

I shake my head. “Leave it alone. And don’t mess up my place,” I say, walking away from him.

He laughs, and I hear him say, “All right, girls. Let’s take this party upstairs.”

I wash my hands off at the bar before I head down. I’m in dark gray jeans and blue Nikes, because I’m off work and didn’t plan to go downstairs at all, but…her.

“Get someone to clean up,” I say to Ben as I pass by, knowing there’s a table full of cocaine.

He nods. “Yes, sir.”

Making my way through the crowd, I spot her sitting at the bar. Austin and her friend Claire are listening as she speaks, and my eyes go to her lips.

She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Her hair is pulled back, but pieces hang around her face. Her lips shine from the drink she just took, and I watch as her tongue darts out to have a taste.

My cock twitches, and I adjust myself before nearing them. As if she senses me, her eyes find mine. For a split moment they soften, but just as fast, they turn icy.

Soft gray switches to storm clouds, and I know she’s pissed I haven’t talked to her since I let her walk away last week.

“Bryce,” Austin says, patting me on the back. I like this guy. I don’t like the fact he’s always around her, but it seems to be friendship only. He doesn’t look at her like that Nash guy or me for that matter. Hell, I’m her friend, and I want to bend her over that stool she’s occupying and fuck her crazy. This punk better not be thinking that, too. I nod a hello, but I don’t take my eyes off her.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Never better.”

I can see the lie in her eyes.

I put my hands into my pockets. “Can we talk?”

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