Flow (The Beat and the Pulse #6) (20 page)

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“
W
hat do
you see in her?” Josie asked.

“I don’t know.”

She snorted.

I gestured to my dick. “This just works when I think about her.”

“Then,” Josie said, pressing closer, “it’s about her body. It’s got nothing to do with her as a person.”

“Fuck.” She was probably right.

“What about me?” she asked, placing her hand on my thigh.

“You?”

Josie was a stunner, real put together. Of course I’d thought about her and felt something, but after ten years lusting after Monica Miller—a woman who almost had her half-sister Ren beaten and abused because her own unrequited love story—I couldn’t let go. Wanting Coach Miller’s daughter was a habit I couldn’t let go of, even with the blonde siren sitting beside me.

She bit her bottom lip, and moved to straddle me. Her ass settled into my lap, while her arms circled my shoulders. She smelt real fuckin’ good.

“She doesn’t even look at you,” she whispered, rubbing into my cock. “I’m looking. I've always looked.”

“Josie—”

She lowered her lips toward mine, making it perfectly clear what she wanted. She almost had me, when I jerked back. Stupid
idiot
.

“I’m not asking you to marry me,” she snapped, pulling back.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her, but Josie wasn’t the kind of woman that deserved that shit. If I fucked her now, then it’d ruin everything.

“She’s a vapid excuse for a human being,” she exclaimed. “She doesn’t see you, Dean. She doesn’t see what a great guy you are. Fuck, you’re so
stupid
.”