“Fair, I do have a reputation to uphold.” I sighed and shut the car door, before leaning against the hood and facing her head on. All day long I ached to see her again, and now that she was here, I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t want this conversation to end. “I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to cut things short like I did.”
“Can I ask why you did it?” She questioned, blushing further as the setting sun matched her skin tone. “I know I can be a lot and over the top sometimes. You had every right to decide when you were done, I just—” She pursed her lips, “I thought it was going well.”
“Do you want the truth?” I asked, holding her stare.
“Yes.”
“I took my cues from Knox.” I admitted, and her eyes widened. “He made it clear that he wasn’t comfortable, so I left.”
She groaned and rubbed her hand over her face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got into him, I’ve never seen him act so—” She stopped.
“Possessive.” I guessed for her.
“Yeah,” She deflated a little, “Brody, sure. But not Knox. He’s the levelheaded one—” She rambled and then stopped. “It was my fault, and I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s not your fault.” I shook my head, stopping her from going any further with that blame. “He was right to read the situation the way he did. And he was also within his right to put a stop to it.” Her lips parted as she listened to me. “Within his right as your partner, not to let someone else sneak in unnoticed. He was right to claim his territory.” There, I told her I was interested. Not that it made a lick of difference to a straight girl in a relationship with two men.
“Lex,” she whispered, locking her bright eyes onto mine. “I think I’m bisexual.”
The air sucked itself right out of my lungs as my body hummed in response to mere words. Words that changed so much. Yet also, nothing at all. Even if she was into women, she was in a committed relationship with men.
And I was a lesbian.
None of that even began to pair well.
“Say something.” She took a step closer to me and I hated the fear and hope that were mixed in those sexy bedroom green eyes of hers.
“What do you want me to say?” I fought with my own emotions as a stupid thing that felt a lot like hope bloomed in my gut.
“I don’t know.” She blinked, like she was breaking out of the spell weaved between us. “I guess I thought maybe you’d have some wise piece of advice to give me.”
I could see her defeat through the slump of her shoulders and the tiredness in her eyes.
“Don’t break what’s already perfect for the idea of something better.” I stated, not having a clue where the words came from. She scowled at me, not liking the advice I gave her, but she needed to hear it. “Don’t ruin your happy home, Hannah. Because the grass is rarely ever greener on the other side.”
“What if I’m not trying to choose sides?” She challenged and stood up taller. God, she was sexy as hell when she got feisty. “Isn’t that the point of being bi and polyamorous? Not choosing one or the other. The guys want me to explore.”
Arousal ignited inside of me.
Was there hope of tasting her lips on mine after all? No. It couldn’t be. Knox had made it clear last night that he didn’t want to share, yet Hannah was standing here telling me they wanted her to experiment.
“So what?” I walked forward until we were face to face, the same height since I wore sneakers to work. “Your boyfriends are going to loan you out for a night, so you know whether you’re into women? And you want me to be your first?”
Her throat tensed as she swallowed in trepidation at my crudeness, “I don’t know. But they’re not opposed to the idea.”
“They’re also not simps.” I challenged, “They’re going to be in control of the entire situation if or when it happens, Hannah. And I’m not one to take orders from someone else.” Why was I fighting it? I was always down for a strings free hook up, and it sounded like just that. She had her relationship to fulfill her emotional needs and was offering me exactly what I was into. Sex.
Could she do strings free?
Could I do it with her?
Being this close to her, I could smell her floral perfume just like the other day when she stood over my shoulder while I worked. Everything inside of me wanted to kiss the sensitive skin under her ear that day to see if it smelled as sweet there in her neck.
But today, I wanted to spread her thighs and see if she tasted that sweet too. I was on edge, barely holding onto restraint.
“Then just say you aren’t interested.” She tilted her head back and swallowed, “It’s as simple as that.” She took a step back, and I barely stopped myself from grabbing her by the front of the shirt to keep her near. “I’ll just find someone that is.”
Fuck it.
I didn’t stop myself. I grabbed that shirt I fixated on when I first walked up and pulled her to me, roughly until her chest bounced into mine. She gasped and panted as I stared directly into her eyes. She was so close I could kiss her. Just a few inches of lean would give me what I wanted most.
“I didn’t take you for a brat.” I leered, dropping my gaze to her lips. She took the bait and licked them, “You want a kiss to find out if you’ll like it, like it’s any question at all.” I looked back up at her eyes. “We both know you’d like it, simply because it’s me.”
“Prove it.” She whispered, and I smirked at her boldness. Sometimes she surprised me with her assertiveness and other times I craved it.
I grinned down at her and licked my own lips as her eyelids fluttered closed as I leaned in.
“Someone call for a tow?” A deep voice interrupted us, calling out from a few spots over.
I curled my lip in frustration as Hannah gasped and pulled back, stumbling over her feet to put space between us. And I let her go, because when I whipped my head toward the voice responsible for interrupting us, agitation like no other filled my entire body.
“You!” I hissed, cocking my head to the side, taking in the tall, cocky, asshole biker from a few days ago as he leaned against the hood of his tow truck. “You have to be kidding.” He had a white tee shirt on that hugged his torso with dark smears of grease across his stomach and a pair of worn light blue jeans, and even as annoyed as I was, my eyes lingered on him for too fucking long.
“She’s the tattoo artist?” He sneered, just as annoyed as I was, but he wasn’t aiming it my way. He focused his attention on Hannah, and she twisted her head back and forth between us.
“You know him?” I snapped at her.
Her mouth opened and then closed as her brows furrowed. “I’m so confused.”
