Page 23 of Bad for You

“Nope. No. Let me out. We have nothing to talk about.”

I dragged my hand over my head and down my beard. “Yeah, we do.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.” She tried to take a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

Everly banged on the bathroom door. “You okay, Lila?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” Lila said, glaring at me.

The banging stopped.

“We’ll be right out here if you need us,” Eves said.

I wanted to yell fuck off, badly, but being a dick to Dane’s girl, or any of Lila’s friends, would be a dumb move. Plus, I liked them, all of them. Unfortunately, right now they were getting in the way of me talking to my girl and it was pissing me off.

She’s not your girl.

Everly’s words from outside echoed through my head. “I hurt you when I left.”

She lifted her chin and shoved her glasses up her nose. That simple, familiar gesture made me want to kiss her even more. The fact that she was in only her bra with her tight ass-hugging jeans wasn’t helping.

“You didn’t. I’m fine. You did me a favor.”

She was lying. “For fuck’s sake, can we talk about this?”

She threw her hands up, making her tits—wrapped in only a scrap of purple lace—jiggle. It was distracting as hell. “What’s the point, Jesse?”

It took every bit of my self-control not to touch her. Watching her dance around the bonfire, her sexy, curvy, little body moving, bouncing, jiggling, had nearly killed me. Could you die from a hard-on? I was starting to think you could.

She crossed her arms, which only lifted her soft, full tits higher. My mouth watered at the sight of all that smooth, creamy flesh. The outline of her nipples was clear through her bra, and I wanted to bend forward and shove my face against those gorgeous soft mounds and stay there for the rest of my life.

“Stop it,” she hissed.

I glanced up at her. “What?”

“Looking at me like that.” She colored, turning a pretty shade of pink that crept down her neck.

“You’re standing there in a bra, Bambi, where the fuck else am I going to look?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so full of it. You certainly didn’t have trouble resisting my boobs the last time you saw them.”

I didn’t like remembering that night, what little I could remember of it, which wasn’t much. “I was wasted.”

She smiled, and there was no joy, no humor in it. “That’s right, you thought I was someone else.”

“I apologized for that.”

“Oh well, that’s okay, then.”

I growled under my breath. She had me in fucking knots. No one got to me like she did. Hell, no one talked to me like she did. No one would dare. Lila could do whatever the hell she liked. I was putty in her pretty hands. “Look, this morning, I was a prick. I don’t know why. I just…I hadn’t expected to see you.”

“That makes absolutely no sense,” she said.

She was right, but I wasn’t going to tell her I was jealous, that after seeing her with Brooks I’d barely thought of anything else. “No, we aren’t together, but you cut me off, babe. Like I didn’t fucking exist.” Something else that fucking stung. “I didn’t like it,” I added, telling her the truth.

“You didn’t like it?” she whispered.

I knew I’d said something wrong because her eyes went kind of wild.