Dirty Little Mistake (Dirty #2) by Amber Rides Read Free Book Online

accidentally sent it sliding across the floor once more.  It skidded over the hardwood, cracked against the edge of my computer chair, then rebounded back and came to rest about four feet away from my still outstretched arm.  Which is when I caught sight of the case and finally realized it wasn’t my phone at all. 
    Her next word was my cousin’s name and at last it hammered home the fact that she really, truly was after Ian.
    A correction formed in my mind but didn’t quite make it out of my mouth because I was afraid if it did…I’d lose my shit.
    I hummed with a jealousy I couldn’t shake.
    So I hung up.
    And now, in spite of my anger, the immediate memory of her voice, right in my ear, still sent a surge of heat straight to my groin.  Desire and fury.  It wasn’t a good mix.
    Not just not-good , I corrected. Downright dangerous.
    As I b rought down the weights, I caught a glimpse of white to my left.  My eyes focused on it immediately and my mouth went dry.
    Brenna stood in the garage doorway, her thick , waist-length hair tied into a braid.  Her hands were full, but I barely noticed what was in them.
    She was dressed in a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants, cinched at the waist with a drawstring, and a white tank top that hugged her curves.  And when the light hit from behind, her clothes became more than a little see-through.  I could easily make out the lace of her bra and curve of her panties just below her belly button.
    Holy shit.
    My grip on the barbell slipped and it nearly crashed to my chest. 
    This time my curse was out loud. “Holy shit!”
    At the last second, the tape I’d wound around my palms caught the metal bar and I managed to keep it from crushing me.  With a grunt, I heaved it up and hung it from the clips on the bench.
    I sat up quickly and shot Brenna a glare, careful to keep my eyes on her face.
    “You can’t just sneak up on a guy lifting weights! Are you trying to kill me?”
    “I didn’t know you’d be lifting weights. And the door w as open,” she said defensively.
    “So you thought you’d just let yourself in?”
    “I made some coffee and I saw your truck and thought you’d like some. I was being nice.” She held out a mug.
    “I don’t drink coffee.”
    “Who doesn’t drink coffee?”
    “I don’t.”
    “Oh.”
    “I happen to prefer hot chocolate.”
    “You said to let you know how my phone call with Ian went,” she reminded me.
    “It ’s nine in the morning. I dropped you off at what time? Three? What time in between those hours seemed like a normal time to call Ian?”
    Even from how far away I sat, I could see the pink in her cheeks.
    “Who said I was going for normal?” she asked.
    I couldn’t resist a jab. “Is that right? What were you going for? Sexy ?”
    “Something like that.”
    I clenched my teeth. “And?”
    “ It was bad,” she replied, almost so softly I couldn’t hear her.
    I looked down at my hands so she wouldn’t see the guilt in my eyes. “So it’s not going to work out then?”
    I was being an ass, using my both my regret and my temper as a buffer between us.  I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
    “ I thought you told me – Never mind. I’ll just go,” she said.
    She turned away, giving me a perfect view of her curved rear end.  Her lace panties were a thong.   That same combo of physical need, coupled with my generally pissed-off mood was back with a vengeance.
    Jesus.
    Suddenly, I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep from begging her to stay.
    She flicked her eyes toward me once more, and this time I caught sight of her downturned mouth. 
    “Wait!” I called.
    Brenna spun back.
    “Stay,” I said, certain I meant it, but also sure it was for all the wrong reasons. “How bad was the phone call?”
    She took a tiny step into the garage, a hopeful look on her face.  I breathed a sigh that was one part regret and one part relief because her underwear were no longer visible.
    “I complimented him on his sexy