Crazy Maybe by A. D. Justice Read Free Book Online Page B

whatever happened last night.  I feel more human, not quite full human yet but at least more human, after my shower. 
    After I brush my teeth, comb my wet hair and wrap a towel around it, I put on my robe and take a deep breath before stepping back into my bedroom.
    And I freeze dead in my tracks. 
    Luke is sitting up in my bed, leaned up against my headboard, with a stupid, shit-eating grin on his face.  Of all people, why the hell did I have to bring him home with me?
    “Good morning, sunshine,” he has the audacity to smile at me and sound chipper, “How are you feeling?”
    “Better, after a shower.”  Even to my ears, my voice is flat and void of all emotions.  It’s the only way I’m keeping them in check because my head is precariously sitting on top of my shoulders right now and I’m desperately trying to not disrupt that balance.
    His smile increases and his voice takes on a low, sexy rumble when he answers, “Good.  I was afraid you’d feel pretty rough.  Does that mean you’re up for a late-morning r epeat of last night?”  He pulls the covers back on my side of the bed and pats the mattress, inviting me to get back into my bed.
    Not one to back down, I can’t help but take this moment to burst his ginormous ego-bubble.
    “I was actually hoping you could help me with that, Luke,” I say as I move to sit exactly where his hand was, forcing him to quickly move it out of my way. 
    His smile quickly fades, but he isn’t giving up yet.  His brows are furrowed and his eyes are crinkled at the corners.  “Help you with what, exactly?”
    “I’m afraid I don’t remember anything about last night.  How we got here.  Where my clothes went.  How we got in the bed together….”  I intentionally left it here, knowing he would take full advantage of my alcohol induced amnesia.
    “Oh, yeah, baby, I can definitely try to help refresh your memory.”  He slowly starts leaning towards me and I know he expects me to jump back away from him.  Sorry to disappoint you, buddy.
    “Well, what’s strange is -- I’m not sore.  At all.   So if we had sex, as you’re implying, I guess that means you have a really tiny penis and I didn’t enjoy it much at all.  If that’s the case, then no, I’m not up for a repeat of last night.  One disappointment is enough for me.  Thanks for the offer though – I admire how you don’t give up.  Can I call you a cab to get home or do you have your car here?”
    I keep a straight face while waiting for him to digest everything I said.  It takes about ten seconds before I see the red creeping up his neck until it takes over his entire face, ears and head.  The low, mean growl comes first, then his thundering roar comes soon after.  If my head felt just a little better, I would be more amused, but it really isn’t bad entertainment considering my current hangover state.
    This time when he really does make a lunge for me across the bed, I jump up and scoot across the room farther away from him. 
    “Something you’d like to say, Luke?”  I innocently ask.
    “Say?  Oh no – I have nothing to say , Andi.  But I definitely have something to show you,” he challenges.
    I sigh dramatically, “Luke, seriously, we don’t have to go through this again.  Your secret’s safe with me.  I promise.”
    And now I know how fast the big guy really is – because he is out of my bed and has me pinned against the wall before I can even scream.  Not that I would have screamed because my head isn’t quite ready for that yet.
    He grabs my wrists and pushes my arms up over my head, pinning them to wall.  The gleam in his eye is wild and dangerous….and sexy.  He grinds his hips into me, pushing his impressive erection between my legs as he growls into my ear, “Baby, if I’d made you mine last night, you would definitely remember it and you would most definitely still feel it this morning.”
    A shudder runs down my spine and goose bumps pebble across my