“He is a big guy. But I didn’t get the impression he’d hurt anyone.”
Addison laughed. “No, not his body size. The size of his dick.”
My cheeks heated.
Addison and I had met in college, but we had been more classroom friends. We hadn’t hung out with the same people. None of my friends would ever say something so blunt out loud. Not that they didn’t talk about sex. They just hinted about those things more and used code words.
“Oh,” I said as I fingered the corner of my laptop. “That never occurred to me.”
Addison chuckled. “Maybe Tommy is right, and you’ve been with the wrong guys. You haven’t had sex until you’ve had sex with someone with a big cock.”
My eyes widened. “Does Maddox…” The question slipped out before I could stop it.
“Hell yeah. Why do you think I can’t keep my hands off him? It’s big, and he knows what to do with it.”
“I’ve never had that.” Again, my mouth was speaking before my brain could stop it.
Addison grinned. “I’m sure Flash would be more than happy to show you.”
I stiffened my spine. “No, thank you.”
But deep inside my mind—way in the back, where no one was ever allowed—I imagined what it would be like to have sex with him. I shut that down after two seconds. Now was not the time to think about sex.
Addison gave me a once-over. “You’re probably right. He might break you in two.”
I shuddered at the memory. Addison had been right. I didn’t know if someone my size could even handle someone as big as Tommy.
And why am I even thinking about this?
Tommy and I weren’t going to sleep together.
“Ooh la la,” Addison said. “Two sexy, sweaty men, walking down the street.” It was clear by the clothes—or lack thereof since Tommy had opted to take his shirt off and tuck it into his shorts—and sweat that Maddox and Tommy had been doing some sort of workout, and she was right. One blond and one brunette. They looked pretty sexy together. “Did you two have to fight off all the women with a stick?”
Maddox held up his left hand and wiggled his ring finger. “They know I’m taken and I’d never stray.”
“Aw,” Addison said.
“Yeah, aw. But stop ogling my friend,” Maddox joked.
“I’m married, not blind, Maddox,” she teased back with an eyebrow wiggle.
Tommy pretended to smooth down his nonexistent shirt. I swallowed. Even from my seat off to the side, I could see he had a very nice torso with perfectly sculpted muscles.
And I didn’t like it.
“Thanks for noticing, Addison. Don’t worry, Mad; I’ll keep your woman away from me.”
“At least someone has my back,” Maddox muttered.
Addison rolled her eyes and pointed to me.
Both men turned, and Maddox grinned. “Hey, Olivia. I didn’t see you there.”
I stood and gave him a hug. “Hey, Maddox.”
After I stepped back, he pointed to Tommy. “You remember my friend Tommy, right? You met him the first time you came to Brook Creek, and he was also a guest at our wedding.”
I shot Addison a quick look for not telling me that Tommy would be here. Then, I furrowed my brow as if I were confused and shook my head. “Sorry. Doesn’t ring a bell.”
3
Tommy
Olivia Mayer was lying. She totally remembered who I was, or she wouldn’t have said she didn’t remember me and then left a minute later. If she hadn’t remembered me, she would have stuck around to be introduced. Instead, she had hightailed it out of the room, telling Addison she’d meet her when she was ready.
“Addison?” Maddox said.
“Yeah?”
“Did you forget to warn Olivia that Tommy would be here?”
She shrugged. “It might have slipped my mind.”
“Warn?” I butted in. “Why would you have to warn anyone I was coming?”
Addison raised her brow and looked at me like I was dense.
“Dude, you totally insulted her the first and only time you met her,” Maddox said.
I tried to recall the exact conversation, but apparently, I wasn’t fast enough because Mad Dog filled me in.
“You told her that her orgasms must suck.”
I winced. “Oh, yeah. That.” I vaguely recalled saying that to her. “I’ll be back,” I told Mad Dog and Addison. “Actually, I’ll meet you at your place when I’m done with lunch,” I added.
“Sounds good,” Maddox said.
“She’s probably around back,” Addison called as I headed for the door.
I was grateful for the advice because Olivia wasn’t out front, and the nice Lexus that had been parked there when Maddox and I first walked into the building was gone. I walked around to the back of the building to see Olivia standing next to her open trunk.
“Olivia.”
She froze and slowly turned around. She crossed her arms over her chest as she bit out the word, “What?”
I came to a stop about six feet away from her. I wanted her to see my face when I apologized, but I didn’t want to get too close and make her feel intimidated by my size.
Olivia was a tiny thing. While not all Asian women were short and thin, she was. I was probably over a foot taller than her and twice as wide. I would never want her to feel like she had to fear me.
“I came back here to tell you I’m sorry. The first time we met, I was incredibly rude to you. I never should have said your orgasms sucked.”
She flinched.
“I’m sure you have perfectly nice orgasms,” I added. “Either way, it’s not my place to say.”
“You’re right; it’s not.” Her words were clipped.
Okay, so she was still mad.
I would have preferred if she’d forgiven me because her anger was a turn-on for me. The longer she held the grudge, the more I wanted her.
And there went my dick. He was totally on board with that idea.
I clasped my hands in front of my crotch in hopes that I was blocking any view of my erection. If Olivia was mad now, she would be even more pissed if she saw that I was
