He also again started moving.
But not gliding.
Not even close.
And he kept doing it until we both found it.
Simultaneously.
It.
Was.
Righteous.
Chapter Eight
Semi-Sweet
We were in Ren’s Jag, nearing my apartment complex, when I pulled my phone out of my purse.
For obvious reasons, I elected to ride back with Ren.
When I called Darius to inform him of this fact and ask him to meet me at his truck so I could get my stuff, Darius laughed his ass off.
I did not take to this kindly but I was in a good enough mood I let it slide.
Letting it slide got harder when I met Darius at his truck and Brody was there.
He took one look at me and said to Darius, “She got her some.”
I glared at Brody.
“She’s anywhere near Zano, she always gets herself some,” Darius replied.
I transferred my glare to Darius.
Darius took in my glare, lifted his brows and asked, “Am I wrong?”
Since he wasn’t, I decided not to answer.
“So, are you guys together together, as in, you’re gonna stop pretending to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes and come out of the bedroom, or are you two still gonna keep dancing your dance?” Brody asked nosily.
“Ren and I had a meeting of the minds this morning.” I decided to share.
“Sounded like the opposite,” Darius muttered and I started glaring again.
“Yeah, when you fight, you guys are seriously loud,” Brody put in.
Unfortunately, I’d discovered Brody and Darius’s rooms flanked Ren’s and mine.
Though, I had to admit, even if they didn’t, they probably still would have heard us shouting.
I took in a deep breath, reminding myself Ren loved me and I’d just had a fabulous orgasm, and let it out feeling much calmer.
Then I told them, “We worked it out.”
Brody leaned into Darius and mumbled loudly, “That’d be the part where she got her some.”
Darius’s eyes never left me through this, but when Brody was done, he grinned.
I practiced more calming breathing and requested, “Can I get in the truck?”
Darius beeped the locks.
I moved to the door.
“This sucks,” Brody remarked as I yanked it open and reached in to get my purse and laptop bag. “The Rock Chicks have cost me a shed load of money. And now there’s none left. I can’t win any back.”
I pulled out of the cab, slammed the door and looked at Brody. “You bet on Ren and me?”
“Sure,” he replied and when I started glaring again, he added, “But I bet on you. I thought you’d hold out longer. But you caved.”
My back went straight.
“I didn’t cave,” I snapped. “Like I said, we had a meeting of the minds.”
“You’ve been having a meeting of a variety of things but you never caved,” Brody pointed out. “Though, if it makes you feel better, you held out a whole lot longer than any of the other Rock Chicks. I did a spreadsheet. Sadie took the longest to win. You beat her by, like, eleven point five months. You should be proud. That’s a lot.”
