Page 29 of Won't Let Go
“Yeah, babe, I promise.” Josh’s lopsided grin says he believes this won’t cause a rift in our friendship.
“Right. Right,” I mutter. “Sure. We’ll do it. I…”
“There’s no rush. You tell me when, and I’m there. No questions asked.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me now. You can thank me later, when you’re coming on my tongue.” He winks.
When my face bursts into flames, I dive back into my breakfast with a shaky hand and a strangely wet pussy. Just talking about him down there, touching me, has me fidgeting in my seat. I’ve never thought about it before. Wanting that. But the sisters love it. They go on and on about how much they feel cared for and worshipped when their men dothat. Fuck. I can’t even say the words. How embarrassing. I’m a grown woman. This is ridiculous. My brain is broken. Which, I suppose, it is, if I asked Josh, of all people, to do it. He’s my best friend’s son, and a full decade younger than me. This is insane. No. It’s more than insane. It’s wrong. I can’t do it. Not really. Not to him. He also has a girlfriend, and that makes me the other woman.
Ugh. I’m an idiot.
It's okay. The fantasy was fun while it lasted—no big deal.
“So, what are you doing today?” I ask to make small talk as we finish our breakfast and pretend we didn’t just discuss him going down on me.
“After we eat, we’re gonna work out, then I’ll take you to work. After that, I’ll hit up the clubhouse to check on Hunter and work a little. Then I’ll pick you up after work.”
“On the bike?” I ask, hoping it’ll be the Tahoe.
“Yeah.” Josh chuckles. “It’ll be the bike. Do you have an issue with that?”
“No.” Yes.
“Liar,” he teases, poking my foot with his under the table.
Pursing my lips at him, I give Josh the stink-eye. “Fine. Yes. It’s too?—”
“You’re safe with me, Jade. I like havin’ you on the back of my bike. I’m gonna have Deke install a backrest, so you’ll be more comfortable.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Sure, I do. All the sisters prefer ‘em, and I plan on havin’ you on the back of my bike a lot. So, I want ya comfortable.”
On the back of his bikea lot.I don’t know how to feel about that.
“I can drive myself to work and home,” I add instead.
“I know you can, but I like doing it. Just as much as I like cooking for you and all that.”
Not wanting to argue with him, I rub the edge of the tabletop with my finger. “You’re too good to me.” And Hunter. And his mom. And the club.
“No, I’m not. I just take care of what’s mine.”
“And I’m yours?” I speak to my lap, afraid to look him in the eye.
“Yes. You always have been. Same for Hunter.”
“What about Bitty? How does she feel about that?” I can’t imagine her being okay with this.
Josh knocks on the table, and I look up to find his sharp stare focused on me. “We’re not talking about her, babe. We’re talkin’ about you. Now, do you want to go out to dinner again tonight after work or hang out here?”
“Here’s fine.”
“Want me to grill some steaks?” Josh’s brows hitch to his hairline, and that mouth splits into a toothy grin. Oh. He knows just how to get me. Hook. Line. Sinker.
Playing right into his game, I smile, and damn near leap out of my seat. “I love steak.” Far too much.
