"Why?" I asked, sitting up as my back stiffened. What was this guy up to?
"Third on the left." Cindy laughed as I threw a pillow at her.
"If I can beat you to your bed, you're going with me." He turned and raced down the hall as I jumped up and leapt over the coffee table.
Dedra's voice rose above the laughter. "Oh shit. Look at that girl go."
Brody's laughter caused me to slow down, but only a little. I had no doubt that he was testing me more than trying to win a race to my bed. He wasn't running fast at all
, but giving me the chance to tell him whether I wanted to go or not without having to say a word. That he was willing to give me an out left me not wanting one.
I jogged into my bedroom as he dove into my bed and rolled onto his back with a wicked smile on his face.
"Looks like you're going to have to hold me while I cry on Wednesday." He pulled my pillow from behind his head and rubbed it on his chest.
"Give me that." I marched into the room and reached for the pillow.
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me down on him. "I thought you liked this cologne. I was just trying to give you the opportunity to smell it all night long."
I pushed up on his chest and glared down at him playfully. The bitch I'd been able to muster up earlier was nowhere to be found, but I certainly felt her absence.
"You're dumb." I smirked and started to move off the bed.
"You don't like sensitive guys?" He tugged at my wrists, bringing me down across his chest again.
I pressed my nose to his shirt and breathed in deeply, hating myself for doing it. "Nope. I only date assholes. You didn't get the hint?"
He chuckled and brushed my hair behind my ear as I moved back up. "You're so beautiful. Not throw you in the bed and fuck you all night hot, but a pretty girl, nevertheless."
"You dick." I swatted at him and climbed out of the bed. "Get up. I don't want you or anyone else getting ideas."
"Well, you're three days too late at this point. I've had loads of ideas since meeting you that first night." He moved to sit on the side of my bed. "It smells good in here. Like apple pie and lust."
"Get out." I picked up my pillow and swatted him with it. "Clay?"
"Coming!" I could hear him from down the hall.
Brody laid back across the bed and spread his arms out. "You think Clay's going to get me out of here?"
"Yes, I do." I put my hands on my hips and glanced toward the door as Clay stopped just inside of it. "Help a sister out?"
"I wish I could, Cora." Clay pressed his hands to the doorframe and nodded toward Brody. "I've known this guy my whole life and he doesn't do anything without benefiting himself."
"Great; the greedy type, hmm?" I turned my attention back on Brody, ignoring how hot he looked spread out across my bed.
"Thanks a lot, bro." Brody turned to look over at Clay with a grimace on his handsome face.
"Sorry, man. Just name your price for the girl and get out of her bed." Clay shrugged and turned to me. "Ask his price."
"Why do I feel like you guys are playing the fuck outta me right now?" I laughed and turned to Brody as my heart skipped a beat. I'd been with hot guys, but the man before me outdid them all by a long shot.
"No one's playing," Brody winked. "I want a kiss."
"Good. Go get yourself one." I reached for his hand. "There are loads of girls out there that would trip over themselves to be kissed by a guy like you."
"A guy like me? A whore?" His smile faltered, and I glanced over toward where Clay was to find him gone. There would be no help from him.
"No, a guy that looks like you." I pursed my lips and shook my hand, trying to outrun the inevitable as it rushed toward me. I was going to fall for him. Physically, I was already there.