I tore my eyes from her bare feet and legs. “Hey.” I finally said. “You want something to drink?” It felt awkward asking her even the most mundane questions. Questions I should have had asked her when we first arrived instead of carrying her to my room like a caveman.
She shook her head. “Look Wicked about what just happened.”
I didn’t let her finish. “It’s over and done with Chelsea. We don’t need to talk about it.” I let my eyes fall on hers. Not blinking. “We don’t need to talk about it ever.”
“No.”
I blinked at her in surprise. “What do you mean no, Chelsea?”
“I mean I want to talk about it, I like you Wicked, and I know you like me.” Chelsea shrugged her slim shoulders. “I don’t understand what your problem is. Why can’t we see where …..”
I cut her off. “Stop talking right now. This.” I motioned between us. “Isn’t going anywhere. It never was. I don’t think about you in that way.” I lied easily. I didn’t even hesitate. I wasn’t my brother Truth. I had no qualms about lying to her face. “You were here.”
Her face crumbled, and I felt like a total jerk. But it was better to hurt her feelings now than later on.
“I was just here, huh?” Chelsea shook herself. Her back straightening as her lips thinned.
“Yes.”
She laughed. “Now who is playing games Wicked? You are lying to yourself, and we both know it.” Her eyes hardened. “You can’t keep your eyes off of me even now.”
I frowned. Not because she was wrong but because she was right. “I’m not playing games, Chelsea.” Dimly I could hear the roar of a motorcycle on the quiet street. And my head turned towards the window. “ I don’t want….” the words died on my lips, as she cupped her breast over her dress, sauntering over to me. She reached up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. “Yes, you do Wicked, you do want me.” A cruel gleam flicked into life in her eyes. She was back to being the bratty club princess. “You want me, and I want you. You say you don’t want to play games, but I think you do. I think you want me to make you want me until you feel you can’t take it anymore. I can do that Wicked.” She kissed me again. A soft brushing of her lips. Someone hammered at the front door, making it shake.
“Let the games begin Wicked.”
I gripped at her arms, my eyes searching her face. As whoever was on the other side of the door smashed their fist against it again.
“Wicked, answer the damn door. There’s been an accident.”
ACE OF DIAMONDS
DIAMOND UP HIS SLEEVE
Chapter One
Truth
Cali looked beautiful laying naked on my bed, and for a second I was struck by how lucky I was. Not just because she was so insanely gorgeous but because she had given me another chance at being her man.
I wasn’t foolish enough to take her for granted again. I knew I wouldn’t get another chance. So I had been doing everything in my power to make her know how special she was to me. Mainly that involved lots of mind-blowing sex. Neither of us minded that.
Which was one of the reasons we were already running late to the Valentine’s Day party at Cooks. It was an annual thing. And I had never missed one. But then again I had never had an old lady before.
Valentines at Cooks was nothing more than one giant orgy. Not somewhere I would usually take Cali. But she wanted to go. She had been pretty adamant about it.
That was Cali, all over. She didn’t just slide into my life, she jumped in with both feet and made a splash. It was one of the reasons I loved her. And one of the reasons I wanted tonight to be special, or at least as special as it could be at a place like Cooks.
“Come back to bed.”
I couldn’t help it, I grinned. She was such a sex pest. Cali… hotshot lawyer by day, insatiable sex kitten by night.
“We are going to be late.” Even as the words left my mouth I was already lowering myself between her thighs. I pressed my lips to her stomach.
It was still flat, but I knew it wouldn’t be for much longer. It was just another reason tonight had to be special.
I let my lips travel further, showering kisses down her skin until I came to the tattoo of my name on her thigh. I bit at it lightly, drawing out a little groan from her lips.
She liked it when I got a little rough and she got to let her freak flag fly. As if to prove my point she wrapped those strong tanned thighs around my neck. Lifting her hips off the bed as she giggled.