Hit the Spot

I didn’t understand that look. I was the one expecting. Not her.

“Waitin’, Legs,” I probed.

“I already told you,” she shot back, holding my gaze steady.

I cocked an eyebrow. “Gave me a lie. Where’s your truth?” I asked.

Tori unbuckled her seat belt, then she looked away and reached for the handle on the door. “I gave you both,” she said quietly, pushing it open and stepping out.

The door shut behind her.

She gave me both?

What the fuck? When?

Only thing I heard was a bunch of lying from her, meaning she didn’t give me both. Tori gave me what she was always giving me. Bullshit. I was still waiting on a truth.

Jesus.

I shook my head.

Wanting this girl was the biggest fucking headache of my life. If it weren’t for the glimpses I’d gotten of what she was hiding underneath, I wouldn’t think it was worth it.

I turned off the car and stepped out, tucking the keys into the pocket of my shorts after locking up. I met Tori up on the pavement.

“Let me do all the talkin’ in here,” I told her. “Just stay with me. Don’t go wanderin’ off.”

Last thing I needed was her disappearing on me.

She rolled her eyes and started walking toward the door, leaving me standing where I was.

Jesus. Here we fucking go.

“Legs, swear to God, if I have to go lookin’ for you, we’re gonna have a problem,” I warned at her back. My longs strides got me to her quickly, and when I reached her side, I added, “Pissed me off enough today. Don’t push it.”

Tori let out a dry laugh. “I’ll be doing all the talking in here. Trust me. That’s how this is going to work,” she said, finality in her voice. She stopped in front of the door and reached for the handle.

She was doing all the talking? That’s how this was going to work?

I slammed my hand on the door and prevented her from entering.

“Say again?” I growled, meeting her eyes when she stopped pulling and whipped her head around to hit me with attitude.

“What?” she asked, looking confused. “That’s the plan.”

“That ain’t the plan,” I assured her. “I’m talking. You’re standing there, not wanderin’ off. That’s the plan.”

“Didn’t you say your sister isn’t into boys?”

“Yeah.”

Tori stared up at me. She grabbed on to her hips and cocked her head to the side, lifting her brows expectantly.

“What about it?” I asked when she wouldn’t elaborate or give me anything else besides looks and sass.

“She isn’t into boys,” Tori stated again.

My jaw clenched. I was losing patience. “We covered that,” I bit out.

“Boys are currently hitting on her and not taking the hint that she isn’t interested.”

“Why we’re here, babe. You feelin’ like sharin’ somethin’ I don’t know?”

Tori smiled big. “That’s where I come in.”

“What is?”

“Them not taking the hint.”

I lowered my hand from the door and stood taller. “Not following you,” I shared.

“I’m the hint,” she said.

My eyebrows rose. I was understanding her meaning now.

Couldn’t fucking believe it, but I was understanding it.

“No shit,” I murmured, feeling appreciation for what she was willing to do.

“Oh, and just so you know, while I’m handling this, if you wander off, I will not go looking for you,” Tori added. “Keep that in mind.”

I smirked hearing that, saying, “Another lie. You’re rackin’ them up today, Legs.”

“Not lying,” she pledged. “Please, test me on it, because I would love to leave you here, Jamie. Nothing would bring me more pleasure.”

“I’d rather keep close, considerin’ those fuckin’ pants you’re wearing.”

My eyes lowered. I started staring at everything she had going on from the waist down.

Fuck.

Her pants were like a second skin. Highlighting her toned legs perfectly and showing their shape.

Sex pants.

Probably purchased them at the same time as that fucking bikini.

I lifted my eyes and watched Tori blink hers rapidly before looking down at herself. “I’m wearing leggings,” she stated, face pinching tight with confusion when she lifted her head again.

She wasn’t understanding why I was digging what she had on.

I stuck my hands into my pockets and shrugged. “Just like the uniform, Legs. On anybody else? Those pants aren’t sexy. Probably wouldn’t catch my attention unless the chick wearin’ them was takin’ them off. On you? Different story. That combination makes my dick hard.”

Her eyes went round.

I smirked, liking her reaction to hearing that, and told her, “I got proof to back up my argument if you’re wantin’ to see it.”

Wide-eyed and blushing hot, Tori spun around, yanked the door open, and rushed inside.

I followed behind, laughing. Shit was too easy sometimes.

Hammerjacks was dimly lit and packed with bodies, some dancing together and others crowding the bar, waiting to get served. I started scanning the room as I came up beside Tori, who was doing the same even though she had no idea who she was looking for.

I saw Quinn almost instantly. She wasn’t hard to spot.