Chapter 37

CHAPTER37

“God, you’re right,” Craig said with a pitying shake of his head as he popped a fry in his mouth, “she just can’t keep her hands off you.”

“She’s definitely obsessed with you,” Brian said dryly, which, of course, was followed by Johnny adding, “You poor bastard.”

“She can’t live without me,” Bryce said, unable to take his eyes off the small woman sitting in her usual spot across the diner with the little prick sitting across from her, stealing her food every chance he got as he alternated between glaring at Cayley and glaring at him as he mouthed the word “Bitch,” over and over again.

He was going to kill the little bastard.

“It’s been three weeks and she’s barely acknowledged your existence,” Brian said, sighing heavily and drawing Bryce’s attention to find his brothers looking at him with something close to pity.

“If anything, you can’t seem to keep your eyes off her,” Craig drawled as he glanced over his shoulder at Cayley to find her biting back a sigh as she struggled to get through the stack of files in front of her.

That was probably his fault, Bryce thought, feeling his lips pull up into a satisfied smile as he thought about the reason why she was currently struggling to keep her eyes open. After he’d taken her in the kitchen, hers and his, he took her over her couch, against his door and then followed that by fucking her against her door, and ended the night by taking her from behind before finally collapsing on her bed from exhaustion.

It was at that point that they’d both decided that it would be a good idea if they called it a night if they were going to have any chance of getting up for work in the morning. As soon as their heads hit the pillow, he was pulling her into his arms and closing his eyes, more than fucking ready to call it a night and finally get some sleep. He kissed the back of her neck, murmured, “Goodnight,” and felt himself begin to drift off when she wiggled the soft ass that drove him crazy in a half-hearted attempt to get more comfortable.

Just like that, all of their good intentions to get a full night of sleep went to hell. In a matter of minutes, Cayley was crawling onto his lap so that he could lick, suck, and kiss her breasts while she grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking him. After that, it all became a bit fuzzy. He remembered Cayley rolling her hips and driving him crazy, taking her from behind at some point, and crawling between her legs just as the alarm went off. After he finished making her moan his name in his ear, they’d stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, where they’d tried to save time by taking a shower together, which had somehow ended with Cayley on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock.

After he’d pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pushed her against the wall, he’d taken her from behind, driving them both crazy as he’d reached down between her legs and played with her pretty, little pussy until she’d squeezed him dry. That had led to both of them stumbling out of the bathroom, getting dressed, and moving their asses. They climbed into his truck, headed to work, and-

Somehow ended up pulled over on the side of the road where they’d made out like teenagers until they’d finally managed to pull apart, debated calling in sick again and spending the rest of the day in her bed, but that really wasn’t an option. So, they’d reluctantly separated and went to their respective sides, made their way to Firehouse Diner, where they’d grabbed breakfast before heading back to his truck and he’d somehow ended up licking strawberry jelly off her breasts.

Once he was assured that all of the jelly was gone, he drove them to Rerum Highland’s parking lot and was rewarded with a kiss that had him regretting leaving her bed this morning. After he’d forced himself to let her go, he’d carried her bag inside and watched her walk away before he got to work and spent the next five hours dealing with his brothers’ bullshit.

“You’re right. I can’t,” Bryce agreed as he watched Cayley.

“I don’t even think she knows that you’re alive,” Johnny said, sounding thoughtful as he followed Bryce’s gaze.

“You might be right about that,” Bryce murmured, deciding that he’d tortured himself for long enough. “Then again, you might be wrong,” he said, glancing at his brother.

“That sounds like a bet,” Johnny said as his lips slowly pulled up into a grin.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Bryce murmured in agreement as he glanced back at Cayley to find her bitch-slapping Sean’s hand when the little bastard tried to steal her burger.

“What are the terms?” Brian asked, sounding intrigued.

“A hundred dollars says that she wants me,” Bryce said, meeting his brother’s curious gaze.

“And how exactly do you plan on proving that?” Craig asked, looking thoughtful as he glanced over his shoulder at Cayley.

“By going over there so that she can climb onto my lap and give me a kiss that proves once and for all that she wants me,” Bryce said, watching as his brothers shared a look before glancing back over their shoulders and-

“We’ll take the bet,” Craig drawled, gesturing for him to get on with it. Biting back a smile, Bryce pushed his chair back and made his way across the busy diner, only pausing long enough to shove Sean out of his chair before dropping down on the freshly vacated seat across from Cayley.

“Why didn’t you sit with me?” Bryce asked, ignoring the pained grunt as Sean reluctantly climbed onto the chair next to him with a muttered, “Bastard.”

“Because your table’s full,” Cayley said, reaching for her glass of juice, only to sigh when Sean, who was back to glaring at them, snatched it out of her hand and finished it off.

“I would have made room,” Bryce murmured, unable to take his eyes off her.

God, she was so fucking beautiful.

He-

“You told me that there wasn’t any room, you bastard!” Sean bit out as he shifted that glare back to him.

Ignoring his brother, Bryce asked, “How’s the apple pie?”

“It’s the same apple pie that you just had,” Cayley pointed out with a teasing smile.

“Watching me?” Bryce asked as his gaze dropped to her beautiful lips.

“I learned to keep an eye on you and your brothers years ago or risk starvation,” Cayley said even as she reached over and-

“Ow!”

-slapped his brother’s hand and grabbed her fork, taking another bite of that apple pie that he was debating stealing.

“There’s a bet, isn’t there?” Cayley asked, looking curious as she glanced over at his brothers.

“Maybe,” Bryce said, feeling his lips pull up into a smile because she knew them so fucking well.

“What will you give me if I help you win?” Cayley asked, shifting those beautiful eyes back to him.

“What do you want?” Bryce asked, leaning back in his seat as he considered her.

“You. Tonight. Activity of my choice,” Cayley said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Sean muttered, stealing the rest of her burger with a heavy sigh.

Ignoring his brother, Bryce said, “I think that can be arranged.”

“What do I have to do to win this bet?” Cayley asked, sounding intrigued.

“Give me a bite of that pie,” Bryce said with a pointed look at the pie that he’d planned on ordering another slice of, “and then crawl onto my lap and I’ll tell you the rest.”

“And you can’t tell me the rest now?” she asked, looking thoughtful.

“No, it’s a secret,” Bryce said, only to decide that he should probably sweeten the deal. “If you come over here, I’ll think about letting you boss me around in your new supervisory position.”

“I mean, I think that was implied,” Cayley said with a helpless shrug and a heartfelt sigh.

“Was it?” Bryce asked, watching as she pushed her chair back and made her way around the table.

“It really was,” Cayley assured him as she paused to scoop up a big forkful of that apple pie before she climbed onto his lap.

“What else do you want?” Bryce asked, placing his hands on her thighs as he leaned forward and made it easier for her to feed him that bite of apple pie.

“You mean besides an entry-level supervisory position where I can let the power go to my head?” Cayley asked, looking thoughtful as she went to scoop up more of that apple pie, only to sigh when Sean stole it.

“Besides that,” Bryce murmured, reaching up to gently run his fingertips along her jaw.

“I would like veto rights on the color selection for Thomas House,” Cayley said, nodding solemnly.

“I’ll think about it,” Bryce said, watching as her gaze dropped to his lips.

“Then, I suppose we have a deal,” Cayley said as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands as she leaned in and-

“Oh, come on!”

-proved beyond a doubt that she wanted him.