Page 15 of Undeniable
I scrambled off the bed on wobbly legs that felt like saltwater taffy and about fell. “Bailey?” My voice was hoarse. “Give me a second.”
Why did she sound like the world was burning up? I cleared my throat, squinting at the sun’s rays blaring through the blinds.
Lucas lifted his head from beneath the pillow. “What’s going on?” He glanced at the clock. “It’s only noon.”
“The living rise and shine at dawn.” At least that was my routine, even on a Sunday. But, of course, not today.
“Lucas, get your ass out here.” The guy snapped like a viper, pounding on the door.
“Fuck off, Erik!” Lucas shouted.
I scrambled around the tidy room to find my clothes, but not one piece of garment was in sight.
“Lucas, where are my clothes?”
He flipped onto his back, blinking away the sleep, hair wild around his face, and sporting an erection that made my stomach jump. He had a gorgeous cock, and I found myself biting down on my lower lip, tempted to suck him off quickly.
He snapped his fingers, chuckling. “Up here, Midnight.”
I met his gaze, silently scolding myself. I wasn’t going to be that girl desperate for a repeat performance with the most popular football player on campus. I wasn’t a woman who chased after a man. That was my mother’s path, not mine.
I threw him the finger. “No strings, right?”
“Are you trying to convince yourself of that?” He slid out of bed. “What if we make another deal?”
Yes, please. “Nope.”
“You don’t want to hear my offer?” He padded over to his dresser and pulled out gym shorts.
“Nope,” I said again. “Where are my clothes?”
“You brought them in the bathroom when we took a shower,” he said as if I had lost my mind.
I darted into the en suite, and there they were, neatly folded on the counter.
Another knock perked me up as I slipped into my shorts and top.
“We’ll be right out,” Lucas said to Erik and Bailey.
My indiscretions were her fault. She left me alone last night to fend for myself. Don’t blame her for your actions. She didn’t force you to kiss Lucas.
Argh! He’d made it very difficult to stay away with all his sweetness and then that damn speech about his tattoo. I am not going to fall for him. I am not going to fall for him. That had to be my mantra as I hurried to look decent.
Lucas sauntered in with his chest bare, prominent V trailing below his waistband, and those massive biceps. I had a thing for a man who had arms like ancient tree trunks. Once again, I was silently repeating my mantra despite my stomach fluttering like a swarm of wild butterflies.
He towered behind me, sliding his hands around my waist up to my breasts. “What if we agree to be friends with benefits?”
Part of me wanted to say yes. Just fall into his arms and forget the world outside this room. But that was a luxury I didn’t have.
I leaned back into him, relishing his touch as I snorted. “You have a slew of women waiting to bed you. Besides, you agreed to one night.”
“No, I didn’t.”
The blood in my veins dried up. “What?”
He gently bit my earlobe, his smirk sexy and playful. “Think about it.”
“Mazzie, come out here this instance!” Bailey shouted. “It’s your sister…”
