14. I Knew You’d Be Wet

Chapter 14

I Knew You’d Be Wet

Hunter

T he girl who answers is dressed in a pair of pink pajamas with slices of pepperoni pizza all over them, and while we haven’t met before, I know exactly who it is.

All the sleep vanishes from her eyes as she takes me in head to toe before saying slowly, “I know you. You are Mr. Middleton.”

“And you’re Megan’s roommate Naomi.”

“Look, man.” She immediately gives me a look of warning. “I don’t weigh that much, so I might not be able to physically fight you, but if you break Megan’s heart, I promise you I will write out your number in every public bathroom in Los Angeles. Ooh, and I’ll also write shitty Yelp reviews about all of your businesses. And–“

“Hush.” A hand quickly clasps over her mouth and Megan appears from behind her, scowling. “We talked about this, Naomi.”

Megan is wearing a thin, white, cropped tank top and a pair of loose black sweatpants as she pushes her Naomi behind her. “Go check on breakfast.”

“Whatever,” she huffs as she stomps away.

“Is everything okay?” Megan asks with a slight grin, probably because I can’t keep my eyes off her breasts.

The tank top does little to hide her pert nipples and the heavy shape of her breasts, so it takes me a second to conjure up my legendary self-control.

“I wanted to check up on your houseguest.”

“Lacy?” Megan looks over her shoulder, and I follow her gaze to see Lacy cooking something on the stove. “She’s settled in nicely. I gave her my room and she said she slept well.”

I notice a comforter and pillow on Megan’s sofa. She must have slept there. I hate that I’m inconveniencing her, but it can’t be helped. This is too important.

“I need one more day. Maybe two. I’m trying to find out something.”

It’s clear that Megan wants to say something, but then she just snaps her mouth shut. “Fine, I get it. Do you want to come in? You look like you kind of want to.”

When I meet her gaze, there’s a small hint of sadness in her eyes, but she’s smiling.

“I can read you pretty well now,” she says, backing up so I can fully enter the apartment. However, I’m distracted by a sad look in her eyes.

My hand comes up to rub her cheek with my thumb. “What’s with that look?”

“What look?”

“Like I’ve done something terrible to you.”

Her smile falters and I realize what she’s thinking when she looks over her shoulder toward Lacy.

“Whatever you’re thinking, I promise you that’s not it,” I try assuring her.

She shifts in her spot and I see the uncertainty in her eyes. While a part of me likes that she’s even capable of having jealous feelings for me, I know that they make her sad, not angry.

As I look at her, I’m reminded of what Lars told me about her past just a while ago and my blood heats up in anger. Despite everything she’s been through, she’s still managed to stay sane. Many a person I know would have become twisted inside.

Sadness is not an option. All I want is to make Megan happy.

I cup her face, forcing her to look at me, and then lower my head to press my lips against hers. She lets out a quiet gasp and then leans into my touch.

“Get a room!” Comes a shout from behind us and I break the kiss, frowning over at Naomi who sneers at me.

“I thought she was missing in action?” I whisper into Megan’s ear.

“She showed up out of the blue last night, and I didn’t ask any questions.”

Megan takes my hand and pulls me over to the kitchen. “I invited Hunter to stay for breakfast.”

The quiet young woman looks over at me with a timid glance and gives me a weird smile. She’s probably remembering the way I flipped over her wrist yesterday like a lunatic. Naomi just shoots me a narrow-eyed look, which I return.

Breakfast is simple, consisting of bacon, eggs, and toast with coffee, but whatever veggies and spices Lacy seasoned the eggs with make them some of the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had.

It seems that in a matter of fewer than twenty-four hours, Lacy has made herself quite comfortable and seems to get along with both Megan and Naomi.

“So, what’s with the bad hair job?” Naomi asks Lacy, and I focus my eyes on them, waiting with bated breath for an answer.

“I – I just wanted a change,” Lacy answers, stuttering through her soft explanation.

She’s clearly lying.

After hundreds of interrogations, I know how to spot the body language of a liar. Her eyes focus down and then dart away to the right. Her smile is forced, and her answer is basic.

Now, why would somebody lie about that?

“Well, if I’m around the next time you want a change. I can color your hair for you. I’m a cosmetologist. We could do something cool, like give you purple highlights.”

“Thank you. I’ll remember to ask.” She turns to Megan. “Is it okay for me to use the shower first?”

“Sure, if you need an extra towel, just let me know.”

Once Lacy retreats into the bathroom, Naomi and Megan start clearing the breakfast dishes.

“Do you work as a cosmetologist in LA?” I suddenly ask Naomi, who appears startled that I’ve addressed her at all.

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh, you’ve been MIA for a while, so I wasn’t sure what the deal was.”

“The deal is that I was visiting my folks. I’m close to my parents. I miss the old fuckers like crazy. I bet you and my dad would have a lot in common.”

“Naomi!” Megan exclaims in horror at the clear-cut jab to our age difference.

“I doubt your father is in his thirties.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize.” She smiles. “You give off an even older vibe.”

I chuckle.

This girl has spunk and a whole hell of a lot of nerve.

“Is this how you talk to all of your landlords?” I say, reminding her that she is staying in this overpriced apartment because of Megan…and because of me.

“No, she doesn’t. She’s forgotten her manners,” Megan interjects. “Can I talk to you for a moment, Naomi?”

Naomi squints her eyes suspiciously at me as she walks back to her bedroom. It bothers me that the roommate despises me for no reason at all but that’s nothing new. I should be used to it. It’s just that for whatever asinine reason, I want whatever friends Megan has to like me.

“I’m sorry about that. She’s a little territorial and may have a few trust issues.”

“Did you two grow up together?”

“No, I met her when I left home. She was the first friend I made here in the city.”

“So, I need to get my day started, but I didn’t want to leave without letting you know that I’m attaching a security team to you for a while.”

She blinks at me. “Come again?”

“I just don’t want you to be startled if you see two men following you,” I explain. “They’ll stay out of your hair for the most part, and I’ll make sure that Parker or Lars introduce you.”

“Wait, I don’t understand.” She grabs my hand. “Why do I need a security team?”

I stare into her gorgeous eyes and know that if I tell her that I looked into her family situation, it will not go over well. What I deem as looking after her might come off as prying, especially when it comes to her family. The fact that her sister is practically stalking her and that I’m pretty sure it has something to do with her father worries the hell out of me. And with everything I’ve got going on, the last thing I need is to be concerned about Megan’s dysfunctional family hurting her. So, instead, I decide to give her an alternate but completely valid reason.

“There are some things going on with me and the club, and I just want to make sure that nobody looks at you and sees a vulnerable target.”

“Oh.” She releases her hold on me, frowning. “That makes sense, but can’t Lars or Parker do it?”

“They need to be with me since I’m the one in the real trouble.” I try smiling to diffuse the tension between us.

As I head to the door, she says, “I told Diana about the new job yesterday, so you’ll make the necessary calls, right?”

“I had Parker take care of it, but I still don’t approve,” I tell her. “Did she thank you at least?”

“Not really.” She shrugs. “She didn’t say much of anything to me when I told her, but she looked relieved. It’s fine. I didn’t really expect a thank you. She’s learned her lesson, and I doubt she’ll try to pull something like this again. Plus, this whole incident has put the rest of the servers on alert. I’m doing a reevaluation of everyone on staff, and then I’m going to do a round of new hires. Just because we serve some questionable customers at the Blue Whiskey doesn’t mean we should have questionable service.”

“Very funny. My club serves an elite clientele.”

“Whom have all served time.”

My lips twitch, and I walk over to kiss the tip of her nose.

“Keep up that attitude, and I might fuck you right here on your kitchen counter.”

She blushes at the thought, and I make a mental note of it. Megan wants to be fucked on the kitchen counter.

“People are here. You need to behave.” She scowls at me. “Just go.”

“You sure?” I tease. “I could finger fuck you real quick and make you come. Neither one of them will know.

“What is wrong with you?” She laughs hysterically. “You seriously have a problem.”

“I’ve had a problem with that shirt you’re wearing the entire time I’ve been in this apartment.”

I walk her back against the wall next to the front door. Her butt hits the wall first as she stares up at me in wonderment. I slide my hand down the front of her loose sweatpants and into her panties.

“I knew you’d be wet,” I say in guttural tones.

Her head tilts back against the wall. “Hunter, don’t do this.”

I steal a kiss from her delicious lips as I work two of my fingers slowly through her folds. I know I have her right where I want her when she grasps the sides of my jacket because her legs are quivering like noodles.

When the shower water cuts off, I know I need to end this. Anyone could walk out and see us, and while I’m down for people to watch me pleasure my woman, I don’t really think that’s Megan’s thing.

I finish the kiss and then pull my hand from her pussy, gently sliding the finger in my mouth so that she can watch me taste her. Her eyes sparkle as I savor the sweet taste of her pleasure.

“I’ll see you later tonight, Miss Taylor.”

When she finally closes the door with a smile, I linger for a few seconds, wondering when Megan will open up to me about the abuse she faced in her childhood home.

There’s only so far I can dig into her past without her finding out, but I want to have a better understanding of how deep her wounds cut. I have not forgotten the phone call that I interrupted the other day. The man on the other end had been threatening her, demanding money, and deductive reasoning leads me to only one explanation, which is that it was her father on the other line.

A man whose acquaintance I can’t wait to meet.

Yeah, there’s a lot of mystery surrounding Megan. She holds her secrets close to her heart. A break-in, a murder, and a midnight escape. Combine that with the demand for money and her sister’s threatening arrival, there’s a lot that Megan is hiding from me.

I have no problem letting her keep her secrets and waiting her out. However, I need to make sure that the secrets aren’t ultimately going to destroy her.

If her sister has discovered where she lives, it won’t take long for the rest of them to figure out that Megan might be a little better off than she led on.

And if they are who I think they are, then they’ll come for her.

But I’ll be ready for them.