POV----KRIT
I stood at the window overlooking the gulf as I drank my second cup of coffee. It was fifteen minutes to eleven, but I hadn't been up very long. Britt's snuggling had woken me up. I didn't like it when Britt passed out and stayed the night after sex. She touched me when she slept, and I hated being touched.
It had taken me getting trashed to fuck Britt after my sexy little shy-as-hell neighbor went running off like the bats of hell were chasing her. Shit, that girl was fucked up. It was the only explanation. The girl had head issues. Sure, she was gorgeous, and damn, those eyes were hard not to get lost in. But the head issues were more than I could handle.
Britt was easy. I liked easy.
But Britt didn't have the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. Shit. Shaking my head, I slammed my cup down and turned around to see Green standing in the living room, glaring at me.
"What?" I snarled. I hated it when he had that judgmental look on his face.
"You know what," he replied, annoyed. "You couldn't just leave it alone. I had it under control. She liked me. She was getting comfortable with me. But you had to fucking prove you could get her attention. She isn't like that. She's innocent, Krit. Motherfucking innocent. Stay away from her."
It had been a long time since we had fought about a female.
"I know she's innocent. I was being friendly. She was freaking the fuck out, and I was trying to help her. She's shy."
Green threw his hands up into the air. "What the hell did you think I was doing?"
He had been looking at that sweet ass body of hers, was what he had been doing. "I was just trying to help her," I explained. "Not get her to let me in her pants. I was protecting her from you too. You stay the fuck away from her," I warned him.
"Unbelievable. You are a selfish shit. That isn't what you were doing. She liked me. I could see it in her eyes. But you came and snatched her away and sent her running off."
"Something is off with her. I don't know what, but she has some issues. She isn't up for getting to know you any more than a friend. You want a helluva lot more than to be her friend. My last warning, Green. Stay the fuck away from her. She's not like that."
"What are y'all going on about?" Britt asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She was wearing the sheet off my bed. I hated it when she went walking around with my damn sheets.
"Go get clothed and leave," I ordered before heading for the bathroom to take a shower.
"I don't know why you always treat me like shit the next morning. We had a good time last night," she snapped at me as I walked by her.
"Throw that sheet in with the dirty clothes before you leave" was my only reply. Then I closed the bathroom door and locked it.
"You're an ass!" Britt yelled loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yet you keep fucking him," Green replied. "Told you before, he'll never treat you like he did Jess. She was different for him. No one else is gonna get that Krit."
Jess. She had been the only woman I had ever let get close enough to me to get me. But we had grown up together. It was easy with Jess. And damn, she was smoking hot. The things she could do with her body. Fuck, I missed her. I reached into the shower and turned on the faucet.
I had put Jess behind me. She was in love and living up north with her Harvard trust-fund boyfriend. She was getting that fairytale she had always wanted, and I had to admit I was happy for her. A life like that didn't come around for people like Jess and me. If I couldn't have Jess, I was glad the man she wanted adored her. And that fucker worshiped the ground she walked on. It was the only reason I had been able to handle watching her go.
I knew I'd never be what Jess needed. I had addictions, and women was one of them. Lots of women. I loved the way they smelled and how soft they were. I loved how warm and tight they felt when I sank into them. I loved everything about them. When Jess had put a halt to our relationship, I'd run off that night and had a threesome. No problem.
Apparently Jess saw that as me not loving her. I did love her, but she'd pushed me away and I'd gone and gotten me some. I realized later that that had been a bad move. But it had been real. It had been me. Jess knew that deep down I wasn't a one-woman guy, and as much as I wanted her, I couldn't be what she deserved.
Craving touch wasn't a fucking sin. I had gone without it growing up and I liked affection. I liked how good a woman made me feel. My sister wanted me to get counseling because she was sure our childhood had screwed me up. But I was fine. Life was good and I didn't need a psycho shrink telling me why I liked to fuck women.