Man Up Party Boy by Danielle Sibarium Read Free Book Online

to grab her and kiss her again so we can reignite the flames burning last night, but I don't. I can't touch her. She's not a casual hook up. Besides I'm ready for something more. I want a relationship; someone I can have in my life for more than a night or two. Someone I could hold and wrap myself around under the sheets, not just when we're getting tangled in them.
    Should I chance it with her? I'm not sure. For one thing, half the time she doesn't seem to like me all that much. But, it's the other half that's making me want her with a desperation I've never felt before. It's like my body knows it can never be satisfied until I have her; until I've touched and kissed every inch of her skin, until she screams my name so loud the windows rattle and the earth shakes. It's like my body knows she's a disease, a poison running through my veins, and the only way to survive her, is to have more of her; to have all of her. That's the part that thinks I should go for it. Besides, what do I have to lose?
    A lot.
    I can lose my best friend.
    I think about contacting Cooper, just to make sure he's okay with it, but hesitate. As long as he doesn't suspect I have any sort of interest in Lexi, he can't do anything to sabotage it. I'm not worried about him coming after me, I can hold my own against him. I'm worried about what other untruths he might pass to Lexi that I won't be able to shatter.
    I'm sitting on the bed staring at my laptop when I hear a soft knock at my door.
    "Ready?"
    I'm not expecting the tug on my heart when my eyes meet hers. Her hair is up in a bun, and I have to control the urge to pull it down and thread my fingers through it. Her make-up is simple. Maybe she isn't even wearing make-up, maybe her skin naturally glows.
    Fuck !
    I want Lexi.
    I fucking want all of her.
    *
    "Why don't you want to see your father?" I ask making small talk as Lexi leads the way down the boardwalk.
    "None of your business."
    "I think it's at least a little bit of my business since I am your boyfriend and I'm in charge of getting you there."
    "Not my boyfriend, more like delusional, and I'm not going."
    She's going. If I have to carry her there. I have no allegiance to the man, but he freaking begged me to get her there, so I know it's important.
    "I'm begging you. Please, I need to see my daughter. I need to tell her things. She has no idea and it has to come from me, or I'm afraid she won't understand. I need to tell her or she'll never allow herself to fall in love and be happy. Neither of my kids will until they understand."
    Guys don't do that unless they're desperate.
    "If your father is off limits for now, tell me about Drake. You into him?"
    "I'm spending my afternoon watching him play, what does that tell you, party boy?"
    That stupid fucking nick name again. It wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't know she means it to be derogatory. Then again, maybe it's the party boy persona that she's into.
    "Yeah, you're going to watch him play, but you're going with me. And, I'm going to be watching you."
    "I thought you were going to check out the girls."
    I smirk at her, "Last I checked, you're a girl." I allow my eyes to drop and I swear as they roam over her tits they fucking dilate. My eyes, not her tits. I wouldn't want them any bigger, already I have a hard time keeping my eyes off them. Besides, they look like a perfect fit for my hands just as they are.
    "Hello?"
    "Huh?" Shit she caught me staring. I force my eyes back up to her face. Pink color tinges her cheeks. She looks so damn adorable right now, I can't help but laugh.
    "Sorry. What can I say, you have some pretty nice party favors I'd like to get my hands on."
    Lexi opens her mouth. She wants to say something. I can see the fire in her eyes, she wants to unleash on me. I'm preparing myself for the insult I know is coming. Maybe she'll even throw a punch in my direction. Instead she closes her mouth and turns toward the ocean without saying a word.
    We don't speak anymore