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Who knew that cherry chapstick tasted so fucking good or that her lips were perfect poison?
All I knew is I wanted more.
Felt like dying just to deepen the kiss so I could find out how much sweeter she could taste.
“Whaatt?”
“Shh, sweetheart… it’s just an experiment.”
My mouth coaxed hers open, I backed her up against the opposite counter, my hand moving up her back, pressing her closer.
She feels damn good in my arms. My hate for the Club she belonged to fueled my passion even more.
Before I lose my head and forget exactly why I’m kissing. her, I pull back.
“…not your type?” She smirks at me with lips swollen from our kiss.
I shrug. “Definitely not, I just had to be sure.”
“I’m going to shower. You and that animal better be gone when I’m done.”
I waved my hand in the air. Waited for her to leave before raiding her fridge. I might not feast on her just yet, but I was going to go to town on her food. A big man like me needs to consume at least five thousand calories a day. Tank eats about six.
“Thanks, bro.” Tank plows down the club sandwich I made him before eating the entire bag of Cape Cod chips I found.
“We staying?”
I nod, stretching my arms wide with a yawn.
“Come on sugar, Papa says it’s bed time.”
“You going to tuck me in, daddy?”
“All night long,” he pulls Brandi up.
“There’s an empty room with a futon past the kitchen. Try not to bust it.”
“A futon won’t hold my weight. Or what I’m about to do to her…”
“Savvy is gonna kick your ass.”
“Mine or yours?” He retorts. “Savvy?”
I shrug. “I kind of like the girl.”
His eyes darken as he pulls Brandi into his arms. “Don’t get played by your own game.”
“Not gonna happen.”
He stared at me long and hard while Brandi hung on him. Danny was why we were both here and we both couldn’t afford to forget it.
Her couch was surprisingly comfy. I feigned sleep when she marched downstairs.
“What the fuck?” she hissed.
I added a snore or two for affect.
“Tank?” She rapped a knuckle on the door he had shut after walking away from me.