Page 79 of Outlaw Heartstrings
I can’t wait for more days like today, I think to myself.
When I finally turn around to exit his bedroom, Alba is right there. Like,right there.
I have to press myself against the wall to keep from rubbing up against her heaving chest. The house is dark and quiet now, with the two of us standing here in the hallway. It’s making me want all sorts of things I shouldn’t want.
I’ve always been attracted to Alba, but right now, the sexual tension crackling between us is making it hard to breathe.
“Want to sit outside with me?” I ask, breaking the thick silence.
A smile begins to form at the corners of her lips. “Will there be dessert?”
“Of course there will be dessert.” I chuckle nervously, heading toward the kitchen. There’s definitely some innuendo in her words, but I choose to keep that door closed a little while longer.
This time, I ordered a large slice of frosted cherry cake to go with our dinner. I snatch it off the counter, while Alba snatches the forks from the drawer.
We make our way outside and get comfortable on the porch, sitting in our usual spots.
“So, yesterday…” Alba says eagerly, as soon as she’s swallowed her first bite of cake. “You promised me…things.”
My cock twitches.Fuck.
Alba Anderson clearly didn’t forget the conversation we had last night. I’m not sure why I was hoping she might have.
“I did,” I say, then I take my time to chew my next bite. “But I shouldn’t have been so demanding. Are you sure you want to go through with this? We don’t have to go through with anything if you don’t feel comfortable.”
She glances up at me, eyes shining as she pauses to clearher throat. “I want this. I do,” she says, all breathy. “I was thinking about it, and well, you’re the only man I’ve ever felt comfortable with in that way.”
“Hmm,” I hum, my brain going into overdrive.
That sounds sweet and all, but suddenly, I’m not so sure it’s actually a good thing. If every other man makes Alba nervous and I don’t, then she’sreallynot attracted to me like that.
Why do I even care? A lot of women would love to be with me. But right about now, it sure feels like Alba’s the only woman I actually want.
“Easton, I want to do this,” she insists, her eyes shining at me in the dark.
“Okay,” I say, somewhat reluctantly. “But if we do this, there have to be rules.”
Alba nods eagerly. “Yeah. Rules. Definitely.”
We spend the next few minutes laying down the ground rules for our unusual arrangement.
“Remember—Jagger comes first. He’s the priority,” she says.
I nod. “We put an end to things immediately if this starts to affect him in any way.”
Her head bobs in agreement. “And no physical affection in front of him.”
“Right. So we don’t put ideas in his head or confuse him.”
She chews on the corner of her lip, then says, “And it goes without saying, no falling in love.”
“Of course.” I swallow. “No falling in love.”
Alba gives a stiff smile. “Sounds easy enough.”
“Anything else?” I ask.
She thinks for a moment. “Uh. I don’t think so?”
