Page 11 of 28 Dates

With that thought, I move in to kiss her. Those sparkling eyes are beautiful and warm, but the haze that covers them when she’s near orgasm is so, so much better.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her laughter finally subsiding. Even as she asks, her hand is already sliding up my bare chest, curling around my shoulder. I never bothered throwing on a shirt earlier. When Caitlin and I are together, it’s best to wear as few clothes as possible.

“You know what I’m doing,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. My hands grip her waist, and I yank her to me until she’s straddling my lap. “And now you’re going to do what you do best, all over again.”

I blink away the memory, one that happened only a few months after we started sleeping together, and I’m shocked when Trey is at the bar, looking at me like I’ve grown three heads.

“Hey, you’re here.”

“And you were in another world.”

As if he’s one to talk. Caitlin always says Trey spends half his time living in his head or with his face glued to a computer screen. I’ve seen it in person several times myself.

“Yeah yeah. Grab me an IPA, would you? Anything local.”

“Coming right up.” I reach into the fridge and pop the top on a beer, grabbing another one for myself.

When it hits his hands, he spins it in a circle, immediately picking at the corner of the label. I bite back the smart-ass comment about him being sexually frustrated. If I piss him off, he’s completely capable of taking me out with one punch, and while I’m six feet even, I’m not the smallest guy in the room. Trey’s simply on a whole different level oflarge. Besides, pissing him off or me ending the night with a bloodied nose and an emergency room visit doesn’t serve my purpose.

He spins the bottle again, gaze rising to mine. Lifting the bottle to his mouth, he takes a quick swallow and, when he pulls back, says, “You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. It’s about the app. Your new dating one.” Next to me, Tucker shoves my shoulder, and I get out of his way without taking my eyes off Trey.

“Thanks, man,” Tucker says quietly. It’d be nice of me to get out of his way. Instead, I drop my forearms to the bar.

Once Tucker has moved down to the other end, Trey takes another swig of his drink. “This about Caitlin? She was pretty pissed when I saw her earlier. Kicked the wall and mumbled something about boycotting this place for at least a week.”

Pissed?Something ugly slithers inside of me. Yeah, I mean, granted, I wasn’t the nicest guy earlier, but I’d tried to make it right before she left. I thought we were good.

Hell. Who knows. Caitlin’s the most complicated woman I’ve ever met. What woman declares a sex-only relationship and not only actually means it but can still feel the same way after two years?

“Let’s just say I was taken by surprise by her willingness to use your new dating app.”

“Ah.” He nods once. “So what’d you want to talk about, then?”

There’s no point in dancing around it further. And apparently he’s not all that concerned about Caitlin being pissed at me, because he didn’t come in here looking for a fight. “I want access to it.”

His head drops, and he shakes it. When he raises it again, he’s grinning at me. Weird. “Thought you had someone.”

It’s like he already knows my plan. Trey comes across as a scatterbrained techie dork, but the man’s smart as hell. Has to be to make as much money as he does doing what he loves and doing it all self-made, but I’ve never pegged him for a people reader.

“Ended it before I called you.”

“For another shot at Caitlin.”

It’s not even a question. I don’t hide my intention at all. “Through the app.”

He pulls a face, one that’s difficult to decipher, before he tips his beer in my direction. “Hurt her, and I’ll fucking murder you. She’s been through enough, you know?”

His warning, laced with his tone and the piercing glare in his eyes, sets me on edge.She’s been through enough?Two years I’ve spent with her, and she never once opened up about anything in her past beneath the surface. Sure, she’s told me her parents are some rich hot shots who could barely be bothered to raise her, and she used to tell me stories of Trey and Corbin at college. But other than growing up with more money than I’ll ever see in my lifetime and being mostly raised by a nanny and housekeeper, that’s all I know about her. But Trey knows.

He probably knows everything about her, and that makes my fingers curl into a fist. “Enough of what?” I bite out, unable to hold it back.

“I should let her tell you.” He takes a quick gulp of beer and swings the now empty one in front of me. I take it from him and hand him a new one. Trey’s always intense when he’s not completely oblivious, but that’s all work-related. Personally, I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of this guy after pissing him off.

“You think that’s ever a possibility?” If a knife slid into my gut, it couldn’t hurt worse than wondering the thought out loud. Until now, I haven’t even considered the possibility I can work my ass off to get her to see how good we could be together and still be shot down.

He nods once and grips his beer. “She ever tell you how we all met?”

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