Rhett’s laughter makes it hard not to smile. “You two boys are not funny, just so you know.” Swatting his hand away, his laughter becomes louder as I smile and start to walk away. I make it three feet before I’m pressed up against the kitchen counter with all six foot three of Rhett’s body pressed up against me. I say nothing as I stare into his now serious looking face. He pushes my hair out of my face, and I have the odd inclination to lean into his touch instead of away.
“I’m far from a boy…just so you know.” He actually uses my own words against me.
“I see that.” My voice is hoarse, and I clear my throat.
“Rhett.”
He’s lost me again. “What?”
“My name. My name is Rhett.” I watch as his eyes run over every inch of my face before he stays locked on my lips. I know that look, I love that look, but I’m not sure I love that look from him just yet.
“I know your name is Rhett—”
His eyes dart to mine. “I wanted to hear you say it.” Without another word, he lightly brushes his lips over mine. “I’d rather hear you scream it, but we’re on our way there.”
My eyes widen in pure shock at not only the kiss, but also his words. Can we say egotistical bastard? I know I can, but all I want to say is yes, please. There’s just something about him, and no, it’s not that he’s gorgeous. I see gorgeous all the time. Gorgeous usually leaves you broken in the end. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m sure of myself—”
I know I’m prodding the bull, but I can’t help it. “What would you say then?”
Before he answers, he rolls his pelvis forward, and I can feel he is definitely all man…all hard man. I lose my breath briefly as my hips, on instinct, push closer to him. “I’d say a woman doesn’t lose her breath if she doesn’t feel something.” The bastard has me. He’s so right that it pisses me off.
“There’s a difference in what a body wants and what a woman knows not to fuck with.”
“Fuck, huh?”
I nod.
“I like that raunchy word coming out of your perfect lips.”
I lick my lips and he groans. I feel the inside of my thighs getting warmer, and I try like hell not to rock my hips against his hard-on again. God, this man.
“Whoa! Do I need to bring the mattress back in or what?” Nate says as he walks into the kitchen and stops cold in his tracks when he sees our position.
Taking his hands off my hips, Rhett grabs the edge of the laminate countertop and makes a show of testing its strength. “No, this counter should do just fine.”
Pushing him away, I walk past Nate mumbling about in his dreams as I go. When I hear them both laugh, it makes me smile but I wouldn’t let them see that. Shit. I need some air.
**Rhett**
Once I’m in my truck and following Nate and Skye’s cars to her new place, I try to will away my rock hard erection. Dammit! The last thing I planned on was pushing her against the counter and rubbing my cock on her. But fuck if I seem to have any control around her. Skye. Finally, I know her name.
At the club, I had given her my phone to program her name and number in and she had—well, I thought she had. But, when I got home and checked my phone, I saw she’d programmed the name ‘Sunny’, which I knew was fake. Fine, I figured I’d call her Sunny, but when I tried the number this morning, all I got was Pinkies recorded message relaying their business hours and drink specials. I knew that number but I hadn’t even looked that close.
When Nate had asked me to help move one of the girls from the club, I figured we’d be hauling shit for one of the dancers. Nate had said her name was Skye…I didn’t know a Skye. I shake my head thinking of her face when she realized who was with Nate. Last person she expected, I suppose. It wasn’t like she had heard us enter the apartment either; damn music was so loud she couldn’t hear a bulldozer at the door. Walking in and seeing her sanding the wall, shaking her ass, and belting out the words was certainly entertaining and kinda hot. Chicks doing manual labor get me hot, what can I say?
The thing that gets me? Skye didn’t baulk when I pressed her against the counter. Nope, she’d looked at me like it was something she wanted and wanted bad. I’ve never really been a guy who fucks some random chick he just met, but if Nate hadn’t come in, I sure as hell would’ve tried. Although I’d never call Skye random either, something tells me there’s a lot more to her. I intend to find out what exactly, and I’d like to think I’d be in her bed soon. I laugh when I realize that the bed in question is in the bed of my truck.
I follow Nate’s red Hyundai through the gate and I stop to give the security guard my name and I watch as he writes down my name and plate number. Hmm…at least Skye is moving into somewhere much nicer than the apartment. That location wasn’t exactly in the best neighborhood. This is movin’ on up. Good for her.
Pulling up to where Nate parked his car, he motions me to pull into the driveway. I backup rather than pulling in. Skye punches in some numbers into the key code, and the garage door slowly rises. Like a trained puppy, I hop outta my truck and follow her and Nate inside.
“Furniture’s here!” I hear Stella holler. I’ve known Stella for years. Hell, she was workin’ the pole six years ago when I started bartending at Pinkies. “Rhett? Oh my God!” and in seconds I have a blonde wrapped around me. Not normally a bad thing in my book when a woman wraps her legs around your waist, however, this isn’t my choice of female for this position. Looking over the bleached blonde hair and pink velour tracksuit, I catch Skye watching. Shit. I know that look.
Putting Stella down, I rub my hand over my buzzed hair and decide I need to give it a fresh run with the clippers later. “Yeah, it’s me. How’re you doin’, Susan?”
“I never go by Susan, and you know that, Rhett.” She shakes her hot pink acrylic nail at me. Yeah, she’s not my type…at all, but why do I feel like I need to tell Skye that? Jesus, we aren’t anything yet, and already I feel like I need to explain myself. What. In. The. Fuck?
Stella introduces me to everyone else and David? I think his name was David. Anyhow, he heads out with Nate and me to start unloading the furniture. It only takes us minutes to carry her living room furniture in. Eden is already putting the room together.
Making our way down the hallway, we pass a bathroom and two more bedrooms before we reach the master. Skye is already inside, vacuuming the floor, before we set up the bed. The walls are painted a dusty purple that’s close to gray. Not a bad color. “Fresh paint?” I ask.
“Ahh…yeah.” Looking over the walls, she asks me, “It’s not too purple is it?”
Great minds. “Naw, it’s a good color.”
“Not overly girly is it?”
Shaking my head. “I don’t think so.” Leaning over, I pull her hand away from her mouth as she chews on her nails. “You’re awfully cute when you’re worried.” I’m satisfied when I see her tongue-tied.
“C’mon, lets get this shit together.” Nate steps between us, asks her where a screwdriver is, and then heads to the kitchen drawer to fetch it. Neither of us moves. We’re both in our own world, and neither is willing to be the first to look away. Until Nate comes back, that is. “The faster we get the bed together, the faster you two can fuck this out.”
Skye’s mouth drops open. “Did he just—”
“Yeah, he did.” I chuckle as I watch Nate’s words sink into that pretty head of hers. Going for broke, I press my lips to her ear. “It’s not a bad idea, beautiful.” Call me smug, but I like how she holds her breath when I whisper in her ear. It’s almost as if she’s afraid to let the pleasure spread through her.
Chapter Seven
**Skye**