25. Rocco
CHAPTER 25
Rocco
And just like that, my cock is fighting with the zipper on my jeans because, apparently, I’ve been looking in all the wrong fucking places. Tasha…is…delicious. I turn to face Max, my eyes widened, my mouth slack, and a look that tells him give it to me now.
“Don’t even think about it fucker.” He snorts with humor. “She’s way out of your league, shit, Julia is way out of mine.”
“No one is out of my league.” I deadpan. “Just because your pussy whipped,” I add, dropping back down onto the couch and crossing my hands behind my head. “She’s definitely a woman that likes to be talked through it, degraded maybe?” I move my hand to tap my chin. “Think she’s into anal?”
“Jesus Christ, Rocco,” Max exclaims.
“Hey, prison does something to a man.”
“First of all, you were in a detention center for 12 hours, and that’s not the same as jail.” He rolls his eyes, “I doubt you were in there long enough to drop the soap.” Hunkering down in the lazy boy chair, Max rests his left ankle on his right knee. “Secondly, she would suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.”
“She can definitely suck something. Did you see the ass on her?”
He shakes his head, grinning at my blatant sexualized comment. “You have issues. But look,” Max holds his hands up, “I’m not going to stop you, but when she cuts your throat because of the attitude you give her, don’t come crying to me.”
I growl with excitement. “Fuck, I love an angry chick. They’re always the most fun in bed.”
My eyes flick to the girls, and I watch them walk down the stairs. Then, as I turn to face my cousin, a smile immediately grows on his lips. I’ve never seen him act this way with another woman before, and I swear, she’s done something to him. The moment her eyes connect with his, she makes her way to him before dropping into his lap. His arms circle her middle, and she settles in closer to him.
Fuck, it’s honestly great to see him happy.
It’s been a long time since he’s smiled, and I’m glad she’s there to put it back.
“So,” Tasha sighs, looking at me before smacking my feet, “move, ass.”
Max covers his mouth with his fist, coughing to cover the laugh. Yeah, she’s going to run me through the wringer tonight, that’s for sure.
And goddamn, I can’t wait.
“What’s the plan, killers?” She grins.
“She told you, huh?” Max huffs, squeezing Julia’s stomach, eliciting a yelp from her almost immediately.
Tasha shrugs, “I know I should care, but…I don’t. From what I hear, he was awful and…well, it is what it is. Julia trusts you, so why shouldn’t I. Also,” she turns her head to face me and screws her face up in disgust, “sound travels in a cabin, asshat. The only way you’re getting your cock sucked is if I remove your ribs and force you to suck it yourself.”
I burst out laughing, sitting up and draping one of my arms over her shoulder. She snickers but doesn’t remove it. “Baby, where the hell have you been all my life?”
“Running…from you.” Tasha scoffs. But by the look on her face, she’s anything but disgusted by me, and I know for a fact that she’s just playing hard to get. But it’s okay, “If there’s one thing I love…it’s the chase of a beautiful woman.”
Tasha rolls her eyes so hard I think she might see her brain. Ignoring my comment, she looks at Max and Julia. Taking my time, I rake my eyes over her, looking at her and committing her entire form to memory. Curvaceous, check. Beautiful smile, check. Funny, double-check.
Bright green eyes that shine like fucking Jade, full pink lips, and a dusting of freckles along her beautifully golden-tanned skin. She’s far from good-looking. Tasha is absolutely stunning and clearly a larger-than-life character in and of herself.
Not to mention her thick red hair that sits in loose waves against her shoulders. Not quite copper but not quite red, it sits somewhere in between, and all I can think about is wrapping my fist around it and dragging her to the floor, ordering her to get on her knees and?—
“Seeing as neither of us are going anywhere as of yet…you got any alcohol? If I’m going to sit with two murderers and my best friend who gave one an alibi…I’m going to need something to relax me cos this…” she points between the three of us, “is weird as all hell.”
I really need to get a grip.
“We stocked up on food and drink for the next few days before I head back to work.” Julia shrugs.
Heading back to work?
I don’t think so, sweetheart.
There's no way Max will allow that.
She clearly has no idea who he is.
“We’ll talk about that later.” I hear him say, clearly trying to whisper in her ear but failing miserably.