Page 11 of Endurance
Before I have a chance to think about what he’s just said, his deep voice adds, “Though I will say the front view isn’t half bad either.”
I suck in a gasp of air as he closes the fridge and moves into my personal space to rest a hand on either side of the counter behind me. In the sudden darkness, my other senses kick into overdrive. He smells a bit like my car and a bit like the musky scent a man gets after a busy day. It’s a touch of deodorant, faint remnants of soap, and then just…man.I can feel the hardness of my nipples drag along the satiny material of my cami as I take in big gulps of air. The sensation of the fabric makes everything inside of me hum. I’m on Tanner sensory overload, and I feel like a completely different person right now.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice raspier than I anticipated in response to Tanner’s warm breath hitting the top of my head as he looms over me.
He’s tall. I’m five nine and have an undying love for heels, so I’m used to dating men my height. But with both of us barefoot, my gaze barely meets his furry chin. He presses himself flush against me and I nearly moan as I feel the outline of his semi hard cock on my hip. At least I think it’s a little hard. If that’s Tanner Harris soft, I don’t know what to think of how he’d feel if he was completely erect.
I should be pushing him away. I should be disgusted by his body touching mine, especially when Lord only knows what else it’s touched in the last twenty-four hours. But in the night like this, I’m a slave to my hormones. And the truth is, there’s a little dark place in my body that still aches to know what it would be like to fuck Tanner Harris. Just once.
I hate that part of me. I loathe and despise it. She’s an adulterous cunt.
Suddenly, his warm breath in my ear sends a shiver down my neck as he fumbles for something behind me. He pulls back with a foiled chocolate in his hand.
“This will be the perfect starter.” His eyebrows tweak lasciviously as he turns to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “You might need to find a new hiding place, Ryan.”
IWAKE THE NEXT MORNINGto Indie fervently shaking me.
“Tanner. Tanner, it’s Camden on the phone.”
“What?” I croak, my voice hoarse as I throw the blanket off of me and begin to sit up.
“It’s Cam,” she says, stepping back from me. Her cheeks turn pink and she quickly diverts her gaze to the window.
My brows lift as I look down to see I’m sporting a full stiffy beneath my joggers. “Sorry about that. Guess he’s a morning person.”
Indie shakes her head and blindly reaches back with her mobile in her hand.
“Did my girlfriend just see you pitching a tent?”
“I’m afraid she did, bro. Don’t worry about it, though. She’s seen worse in the changing room. Those ice baths don’t pour themselves.”
“Tanner!” Cam roars.
I wince but, despite my better judgement, don’t relent. “I hope this doesn’t create a complex between you two. You may have been bigger when we were born, but that’s because all my muscle went to my cock.”
I give myself a lazy but proud laugh at his harsh exhale.
“You’re not going to be laughing any longer when you hear what I’m calling about.” My stomach drops and I throw my feet on the floor. “There aren’t just pictures, Tanner. There’s a whole spread in the paper this morning.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “What could they have to say about me other than stupid hashtags?”
“Belle,” he answers.
“What?”
“Belle Ryan. Dr. Ryan. Indie’s flatmate and best fucking friend.”
“I know who she is. What does she have to do with it?” I snap, tension radiating in my temples. This is way too much stress for seven in the morning.
“They ran her plate. They know who she is.”
I’m still not getting the picture.
“Tanner, do you not know who Belle is?”
“What do you mean? I just said I do!” My voice is really high-pitched. Why is my voice so high-pitched?
“I mean, do you not know who her family is?”
