Page 19 of Lick

“I’m coming with you,” Lick says.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say over my shoulder.

“Jesus, stop for a moment.”

I fly through the back door and down the steps.

“For fuck’s sake.” He wraps his hand around my arm and pulls me to a stop.

“Don’t touch me!” I screech. I turn to face him, pulling my arm from him grasp. He holds his hands up. “Don’t ever touch me again, Tylan. I mean it.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

He’s clueless.

“My problem? You have no clue what my freaking problem is?”

“Is it because of what you saw back there? That wasn’t shit. She isn’t shit.” I turn to leave again, but he quickly returns his grasp on my arm to stop me. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

I swing my body around, releasing his grip on my arm. Crossing my arms over my chest, I look him directly in the eye. “I don’t know what to think. I just know that I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now.”

“Can you please put your arms down? You know that shit pushes your tits higher up and there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to keep my eyes off your tits, and I really need to because your ass is pissed.”

“Gah, you’re so unbelievable!” Turning on my heel, I continue my way back to Bianca’s.

“Would you please just fucking stop?” I hear his feet close behind me.

“No!”

“You’re being a fucking child here. You can at least tell me if that’s why you’re upset.”

I continue marching back to the house. “You’re ridiculous, and I don’t feel like dealing with that personality traits right now. There are more important things to deal with than your lack of common sense.”

When I reach the back door to Bianca’s, I pull it open and march through the kitchen until I walk to the living room. Both Savannah and Maggie’s heads snap up when they hear me enter the room.

“What took you so long?” Savannah asks.

“He was in the middle of something,” I tell her, leaving the three of them alone. Whatever it is she has to say to Tylan, I don’t want any part of it.

I know why she’s mad. She caught me with my pants down. I just want her to fucking say it.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that shit. I’m a grown ass man, and there’s shit that I need, and sometimes a guy just needs to fucking come, and that’s what I did. Fuck, I’d rather come down Jenni’s throat. I know her lips would feel fan-fucking-tastic wrapped around my dick. My eyes roll back in my head just thinking about that shit. But instead of pulling her big girl panties up and using her words, she stomps off like a child.

Cruise, he needs to get a fucking clue too. It’s like it’s his mission to piss me off. I swear to Christ he will meet the reaper if he keeps making his play for miss sassy pants. Since she refuses to talk to me, I watch her ass swing with determination all the way to Bianca’s house. She doesn’t even hold the damn door open for me, and the screen damn nears slams in my face.

By the time, I enter the living room, I see Jenni leave for her room. Savannah is sitting next to a woman while the woman holds a sleeping Grace.

“Tylan, this is Margret Simons.” Savannah uses my proper name and not my club name, telling me that she doesn’t want this woman to know anything other than my legal name.

“Hello, Mr. McCoy. Please call me Maggie.” She hands the baby off to Savannah and stands, stretching out her hand to me. I look down at it and back to her. I’m not about to shake this lady’s hand when I don’t know what the fuck is going on.

Her eyes go to Savannah who gives her a tight nod. She drops her hand. “Well, then, let me tell you the reason why I’m here.”

“Lic–uh, Tylan, why don’t you take a seat?” Savannah urges me.

The lady reaches down and grabs a folder from a leather case. When she sees I haven’t moved she questions, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to sit?”

“I’m good.”