Page 60 of The Right Garza
It’s calm and sinuous. Lavishing. A stark contrast to earlier. I sigh in his mouth, wanting to put my hands around him but can’t because they’re full.
When he ends it, it’s slow, lazy, reluctant, nipping at my bottom lip before parting with an almost inaudible groan.
“You…” I lick my lips, savoring the vestiges of him. “You said you weren’t going to kiss me.”
“I lie sometimes.” Eyes flaming with desire, he drags the pad of his thumb down my lips, and my tongue darts out to get a taste. “We both have a busy week ahead, so I’ll come get you this weekend. But in the meantime, ask Maggie to tell you.”
I lift a brow at him. “Comegetme?” Then, I frown. “Wait, ask Maggie to tell me what?”
“Just ask her.” He begins backing away, his heated gaze still fixed on my lips. “I’ll see you next weekend.”
“Wait, what’s—”
“Goodnight, Hellcat.”
Confused as all hell, I watch him disappear into the dark, then close my eyes to calm my heart and catch my breath before I turn to let myself inside the house.
Closing the door behind me, I amble into the kitchen and set the items on the counter. “Maggie?”
I wash my hands at the sink then grab a small bowl and scoop some of the ice cream in with a side of cookie dough, before stowing the tubs into the refrigerator.
“Maggie?”
Scooping a spoonful of delicious rocky road into my mouth, I wander into the living room then up the stairs. Only when I’m on the second-floor landing do I hear the shower running.
I pad to Maggie’s room and plop down on her bed, trying my hardest to not think about Trent.
When she finally comes out of the shower, she yelps and presses a palm to her chest. “Jesus, Lexi. You scared the living daylights out of me.”
“Sheesh. Am I that ugly?”
She starts to roll her eyes then stops mid-way to look over at me. “Why are you still in last night’s clothes—wait, were you with Trent?!”
Oh, right. She’d texted me her whereabouts but I hadn’t told her mine. She probably thought I was here all along. “What time did you get back?”
“About twenty minutes ago,” she answers. “I spent the day with Tripp.”
Just before me then. “You hooked up?”
She waggles her brows and rolls her hips. “You’re damn right we did. All day. Who knew little Trippy would grow up to be so…skilled. And hung.”
I allow a spoonful of ice cream to melt on my tongue before asking, “Did it feel weird? You know, since you dated Trent.”
Averting her gaze, she turns and walks over to the dresser, drying her hair with a towel. “Why would it feel weird? That was eons ago. I barely understood sex then.”
“The sex wasn’t good with Trent?”
She wraps the towel on her head then turns to face me. Maggie is an air-dryer, so she’s all tits and vagina in front of me right now. This girl would be a stalker’s dream. “What’s your issue? You want to fuck Trent but wondering if it would be weird because you used to be with Tor?”
I shrug with one shoulder. “Me and Tor, you and Trent… It’s feels…messy, I guess.”
“It’s only messy if you and Tor still have feelings for each other,” she says. “If you’re still harboring feelings for Tor, don’t do it, don’t even go there. But if not, then don’t let the past keep you from enjoying the present. Because trust me, Trent isintoyou. Big time.”
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I idly spoon around the melting ice-cream, mixing in the cookie dough. “I would’ve slept with him. But he seems to want more than that.”
“I imagine he would. Trent has always…” She trails off and comes over to the bed, flopping back with her arms spread.
I wait for her to finish, but she doesn’t, so I prod, “Trent has always what?”
