“It’s really a shame you don’t let anyone see that sexy little body.” And by anyone, I meant me . . . again.
By the time she turned, her face was so red it looked like she’d just run a marathon. God this girl blushed a lot . . . but I freakin’ loved it. Her already wide eyes got even wider, just like they had when Bree had said spilled about her virginity. Shit, I’d embarrassed her—my stomach clenched, but I shook it off, knowing I had to keep going.
“Calm down, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Not saying I wouldn’t want to see yours.”
Her face was still red, but her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. Vicious Princess was still cute. “Bite me.”
“Is that an invitation?” Please God, let it be one.
“Not even close.” She was headed for the door and without my even thinking about it, my arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her into me.
Her body stiffened, and I couldn’t help but lean my head toward hers, skimming my nose along her jaw and subtly breathing in her sweet scent. “One of these days, Princess, I promise you.” Did she not see what she was doing to me? My body was practically humming, having her pressed up against me, and my breathing got rougher. I silently pleaded with her to run as I tightened my arm on her waist. Mine.
“I would never be desperate enough to want you.”
I might have believed that if her voice hadn’t gone all breathy on me, my lips stretched into a grin—oh yeah . . . she’ll be mine. “We’ll see.”
“ARE BREE AND Princess coming tonight?”
My hands curled into fists for the freaking fifth time today as I turned to look at Zach. “Probably, and stop calling her that.”
“Who’s Princess?”
The guys in the kitchen all broke out into cheers as I turned back around, a wide smile crossing both Brandon’s face and mine. “Glad you’re finally here, bro!”
“Tell me about it; that’s a long fucking drive.” He dropped a bag on the ground and stepped forward to man-hug Derek and me and shake the rest of the guys’ hands. I made sure he remembered Zach and Drew; just because they knew Brandon from his fights didn’t mean he knew them.
“I bet. All your stuff in your Jeep?”
He nodded. “It can wait. I just want to relax for a bit. So what’s going on? Obviously, I’m the last one here.”
“Missed a hell of a party last week, man,” Derek said as he took a seat on the island. “But there’s another one tonight.”
Brandon yawned and rubbed his hands down his face. “Is that what you were talking about when I came in? With Bree and Princess? Bree’s your sister, right?” He looked at me, and I nodded, “Then who is Princess?”
“Good God, Brandon, you have got to see this chick,” Zach began, and my hands instantly went back into fists.
“She hot?” Brandon asked
A mix of “Hell yeah,” “You have no idea,” and “Wait ’til you see her” came from the kitchen. I clenched my jaw.
When I didn’t say anything, Brandon looked at me curiously. “Is she not?”
I shrugged. “She’s just another girl.”
“Chase is just pissy because she didn’t put out for him,” Drew said.
Brandon raised an eyebrow at me and burst out laughing, “That had to be a first.”
“You’re all acting like I even tried to hit that.”
“Chase—man—you had her in your bed!” Brad said between laughs. “Another freakin’ first! You can’t act like you didn’t try to bang her.”
“Exactly, I had her in my bed, which shows you I didn’t want to touch her. If I want a girl, I’ll take her anywhere else but there.”
“Shit, a girl that didn’t fall all over herself to get to Chase, and she’s hot?” Brandon asked, and barked out a short laugh. “I’ve got to see this! Will she be here tonight? You said her name’s Princess?”
“Chase calls her Princess.”
Damn right, Zach. Remember that.
Brandon looked even more confused, “Well, what’s her name?”
All the guys shrugged. “Princess.”
“Well, it’s not looking good for you, brother. You had her in your bed, you didn’t sleep with her, and you gave her a nickname?”
“Because she was acting like an entitled prissy bitch, it fit.”
Everyone, including Brandon, started laughing. As soon as he could catch his breath, he shook his head sadly at me. “Never thought I’d see the day Chase Grayson was brought to his knees by a girl.”
“Whatever.” I sighed and walked outside to start moving his stuff in.
A girl bring me to my knees? Hell. No. Never, and I’d prove it. Whether my gray-eyed princess — no . . . not mine. I didn’t want her, I must have just been losing my mind last weekend—whether Harper was here tonight or not, I’d prove to her and myself that she didn’t have any type of hold on me.
“MA—DAD? I’M HERE.” I breathed in the heavy scent of bacon, and my stomach growled. God, I loved Sundays. Walking into the kitchen, I kissed Mom on the cheek and snatched a few pieces from the growing pile on the plate near Dad and clapped him on the back as I went to sit on the counter.
“Hi, honey!”
I nodded and spoke around the food. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Oh, you know, just chilling.”
“Mom”—I laughed—“you just gotta stop trying.”
“One of these times I’ll get it, and you’ll be so impressed, I’ll be cool enough to hang out with you.”
I snorted. “I’m here, aren’t I? Bree here?” Speaking of my sister . . . would she bring the princess?
“Not yet, she was doing something with her roommate first, then she was coming over.”
Nope. Damn it. “Have you met her yet?”
“Harper? Oh, she’s a doll; she slept over last weekend! You’d like her, Chase,” Mom said with a weird smile. “She’s really cute.”
Yeah she is.
Mom gasped. “So you’ve met her!”
Shit, had I said that out loud?
“Tell me what you think!”
“She’s cute.” I shrugged. “But I’ve only seen her once; they didn’t come to the party on Friday.”
“That’s it? She’s cute? I may or may not have heard she slept in your room with you the night of the first party.”
“Robert! How did you know this and I didn’t! You’re supposed to tell me everything, especially something like that.”
Dad laughed and pulled some more bacon off the skillet, “I said may or may not have.”
“Oh, you are so in the guest room tonight, mister!”
My brows were pulled together listening to them, and how did Dad hear about that?
“Well, are you going to explain yourself, Chase? Or am I going to make sure you don’t get any more bacon? Because that is a sweet girl, and if you hurt her—”
No more bacon? That’s just not right. “It wasn’t like that, Mom, I was just making sure she was safe.”
Mom’s brows shot up under her bangs, and her lips pursed.
“Bree may have told all the guys at my place that she’s basically never done anything with a guy, and I mean anything. Everyone started making fun of her, and she looked so damn embarrassed. And with those guys—hell, maybe even Brad—I know they would try to change that, and I wasn’t about to let anyone touch her; so that was my way of keeping her safe.”
“You kept the virgin safe . . . by putting her in your bed with you,” Dad deadpanned, then nodded. “Actually, that makes sense.”
“No it does not! Chase—”