He knew she’d figured out what he was doing the last time they’d talked. Her voice had grown huskier, her breathing heavier. He’d wanted her to know. “What? You thought what?”
She wriggled in her seat. “Were you…touching yourself?”
“I was stroking my cock the whole time you talked to me. Your voice makes me so hard, my balls ache. So fucking hard I had no choice but to take my dick in my hand and get myself off while I listened to you. I finished before our phone call did.”
“Oh.” Her chest rose and fell faster now, and her smooth, bare thighs were squeezed tightly together. “You did that, just from my voice?”
“All I need when it comes to you.”
She looked down, licked her lower lip, then her eyes were on him again. “I like your voice, too.” He glanced over at her. “After you hung up…I…”
“You what, baby?” His cock throbbed behind his zipper, hard enough he could barely think straight, because he knew what she was going to say. And he needed to hear her say it more than he needed his next breath.
“I slid my hand down the front of my panties and…got myself off.”
“Yeah?” He swallowed hard. “You play with your clit?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come from just that, or did you push your fingers inside, imagine my cock moving inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Which is it, Foxy?”
“I used my fingers. I imagined you were inside me.”
Jesus fucking Christ. A groan slid past his lips, and he reached down to adjust his aching dick. “How many times you done that? Thinking about me?”
“A few,” she whispered.
“I love that, baby. I love that you told me that.”
He had to be a goddamned saint, because as much as he wanted her, he would not fuck her their first time while she was drunk….and he wanted her in a way that he had never wanted any other woman in his life.
But he didn’t get a chance to tell her, because when he turned her way again, she was out cold.
Chapter Eight
A loud, incessant buzzing sound came from down the hall. Rusty rolled to her back, letting out a groan when the movement had her stomach rolling. The buzz was cut off abruptly by a crash and a string of curses.
Piper was awake.
God, Rusty wished she weren’t.
Head thumping, she glanced down at herself. I managed to change into a T-shirt. That had to be some kind of miracle considering the state she’d been in.
How had they gotten so drunk? Then she remembered her and Piper’s never-ending rounds of tequila shots. “Idiots.”
The fuzzy feeling in her mouth was at an all-time high. Gross. Like a small rodent had crawled into her mouth during the night and died. She needed water, and she needed it now.
Her phone started ringing on her bedside table, she fumbled for it and put it to her ear. “Yeah?”
“You sound like shit.” Her brother’s voice echoed down the line, far too damn loudly.
“Thanks.”
He chuckled. “Just making sure you got home okay.”
“Looks that way…”
There was a bang on her door. “Get up,” Piper moaned.
“As much as I’d love to chat, I gotta go.”
“Rusty…”
“Talk to you later.” She hung up on Deacon before he started one of his annoying “why we should respect alcohol” lectures, and flung her phone aside. Though in this instance, he was probably right.
Why had they done this when they knew they had work today? Dragging her sorry ass out of bed, she hung onto her head to fight the pounding dizziness and shuffled to the door, wrenching it open. Light streamed in from the living room window, and she winced.
Piper stood by her door, leaning against the wall, still in the clothes she’d been wearing at the club. Her blond hair was sticking up on one side and lipstick was smeared across her right cheek. “What the hell was I thinking?” she whispered.
Rusty shook her head. “No idea, but let’s not do that again.”
Piper nodded, then gripped her head as well. “Agreed.”
They shuffled side by side down the hall, the smell of fresh coffee a siren song leading them toward the kitchen. “You made coffee? Have I told you lately that I love you?”
Piper stopped suddenly, eyes widening. “Um…it wasn’t me.”
Rusty followed her sister’s gaze, and her mouth fell open. Reid stood in her kitchen, as if he owned the place, that overlong hair tied back, leaning against the bench, mug in hand. “Want one?” He lifted his mug and gave it a little shake.
A flash of memory broke through her fuzzy brain: Reid calling her, coming to the club. “You’re here?” She stared down at herself. “Did you…”
He grinned. “I wasn’t going to, but you decided to give me a strip tease.”
“I what?” Noooo. No. No. No.
“I managed to get that shirt on you before the panties and bra came off. Then I took the couch.”
“I stripped?”
“Did a little dance and everything.” His grin turned wicked. “I didn’t peek. Promise.”
Heat started climbing up her neck. She couldn’t meet his eyes and instead focused on the ink covering one side of his throat. It was some kind of swirly design, and she wondered how far down it went. Damn, even his neck was sexy. Could necks be sexy?
Stop it!
Her face was so damn hot now that her eyes actually started to water. “I stripped…and danced?”
“Yeah, you were good, too. Still managed to strip down while you swayed all over the room. That takes some serious skills, babe.”
That’s it. She was never drinking again.
Piper turned to her, mouth gaping, then a smile spread across her face. “Oh my God, Rusty. You didn’t?” Then clutching her head, she doubled over and busted a gut laughing.
Reid was still smiling as he poured them both coffee. He handed the mugs over, along with the bottle of painkillers they kept in the bathroom cabinet. “Maybe you should check your phone, Piper. It was glued to your ear at the club.” After dropping that bombshell, he carried on, sipping his drink.
Her sister turned green and all but ran from the room. Her scream followed shortly after. Wasn’t hard to guess who Piper had been drunk dialing.
Rusty crossed her arms and took in the sexy, smirking pain in the ass in front of her. His beard was thicker this morning, and she had the sudden urge to cup his face in her hands, feel his whiskers on her palms, learn how coarse or soft it was. “You stayed?”
“I wanted to make sure you were both okay.”
Ah hell. “That was nice.”
“I can do nice.” His gaze moved over her, making her suddenly self-conscious. “How you feeling?”
His voice was gentle, and she swallowed hard. “Like shit.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “It was good of you to stay.”
God, the way he affected her.
Before she could catch her breath, he’d put his drink down and was moving across the room, not stopping until he was right up in her personal space.
His hands landed on her hips. “I stayed because I wanted to. Would’ve rather been in your bed.” He shrugged. “But that wasn’t happening last night.” His gaze turned intense. “You were pretty smashed when I picked you up. In a club full of fuckin’ horny guys just waiting to take their shot. You gotta know how stupid and careless that was?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “I don’t want you doing that shit again, not unless I’m with you.”
She stiffened. “Stupid?” He said nothing, just held her gaze. Like hell. “First, I don’t take orders, from anyone. So if you think I’ll just roll over and do what you tell me, you’re going to be seriously disappointed. And second, my brother was with us. We were fine. I sure as hell don’t need your permission…”