Page 21 of Off-Limits
“Keep your voice down,” she whisper shouts, causing me to laugh and look over her shoulder to find Harry looking in.
I give him a quick wave and focus back on Arrie.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“Does that mean you’re going to bump uglies with two hot guys now? Like using all your holes?”
“Dorothy May!” Arrie screeches and I laugh harder.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Not even a little bit.”
Chapter Six
DOTTIE
It’s been two days since I’ve painted, but it felt like an eternity.
Once I was showered, I stood in the bathroom wrapped in a towel, wondering where I put my oversized shirt, only to spy one of Damon’s hanging on the back of the door.
My fingers trace over the soft, black material, sliding along the neckline and down to the hem of the shirt. Damon was tall. 6’5 to be exact, so I knew his shirt would swim on me.
Should I wear it? Hell to the fucking no.
Will I wear? Fuck yes, I will.
Shoving it over my head his scent envelops me. It smells so fucking good.
Too fucking good.
Goosebumps pebble my skin, but I do not allow my mind to linger on that. Instead, I exit the bathroom and head to the loungeroom and sit with the glass of wine I poured earlier. Grabbing my phone, I throw myself on the lounge and put on musician mansion on YouTube.
I open our message thread to read the message I hadn’t got to earlier today when Arrie walked in on me.
I wanted to show you what you do to me, but I didn’t want to scare you away either. You are driving me crazy.
I type back.
I’m driving you crazy? Feeling’s mutual, punk.
I’m about to put my phone down when it vibrates in my hand.
You have no idea how bad I want to wrap my mouth around your nipple and tug on that piercing.
My nipples tingle in anticipation.
Oh yeah? Is that all you want to do?
I type, taking another sip of my wine and curling up on the couch.
I want to do so much more to you, Blossom, you have no fucking idea. I have knocked my walls down for you, broken my rules for you, and I think I’ll continue doing so until we meet.
You want to meet me?
