Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Speaking of, Chase moves behind me. He’s not touching me. Yet. But his broad chest is mere inches from my back. His breath is dangerously close to my ear. His scent swirls past my nose.
He smells like the ocean, like I noticed before the game. It’s a little stronger now though, probably from his post-game shower.
Ohh.
Hello, shower images.
My breath catches as I picture him under the stream of water.
Or is my breath catching from him moving a little closer? “First you need to line up the stick,” he says in his smooth, deep voice that sends sparks down my spine.
I swallow, maybe to cover up the tingles. “Okay.” I lift the pool cue in my right hand and slide it back, the end of it brushing over my left hand, splayed on the felt.
He inches closer, then wraps an arm around me. I’m caged in by this big man. I look down at our hands, Chase’s coming around to adjust the cue. His hands are so much bigger than mine, and I’m flying ten steps ahead, picturing his hands on my arms, my waist, my legs.
I need to concentrate. Chase and Ryker aren’t here to seduce me. They’re here to help me get even.
A cause I hardly care about anymore.
I should try to care, so I lift my face, only to find Ryker’s watching us from across the table, his eyes gleaming darkly. His camera’s still pointed at Chase and me, but he doesn’t look at the screen—it’s like he can’t stop staring at the action in front of him. Perhaps he’s jealous. Or restrained. Maybe he’s holding back.
But what? What’s he holding back?
I don’t know. I can barely focus even as Chase whispers more instructions in my ear. How to hold the stick, how to slide it back, how to hit the ball.
I can’t think because he’s so close to me, and Ryker is so intent on watching us, and my thoughts are racing wildly out of control. Maybe Ryker will come help too. Maybe he’ll give me a tip. God, did all my feminism just fly out the door? Since suddenly I want two big men to teach me how to play a bar game, when dammit, I can learn on my own. I mean, there are books. In my store. And YouTube tutorials. And…
And…
And I still want them both to show me how to play.
Get it together, girl.
I yank back the cue, then slam it against the cue ball.
And it whacks the purple one with a loud and satisfying thwack, sending the ball speeding down the felt.
Right into the corner pocket.
Holy shit! I did it! “Hole in one!” I shout.
Both guys cheer, and I spin around and Chase is hugging me, and Ryker is right there too, offering a high five when I let go. I take it, then roll my eyes. “Gimme more than a high five,” I say.
His jaw ticks, like he’s debating it.
“C’mon, give Miss Inquisitive a hug. It won’t hurt you,” Chase goads.
Ryker stares at him like he wants to rip his head off, but then comes in for a hug and wraps his big, strong arms around me.
I draw a furtive inhale of Ryker. That forest scent makes me a little buzzy. A lot hot.
So does his beard. It whisks against my cheek. How would that beard feel in other places?
Like…between my thighs.
The answer comes astonishingly fast and in the form of an ache. Good. It would feel so good.
When he lets go, I slap on my best smile. “Should we keep playing?” I ask, and I hope my voice doesn’t sound as husky as it does to my ears.
As revealing.
I bet these studs have women throwing themselves at them all the time. I don’t want to be a groupie or a cliché.
I’ve got to stop fantasizing about the VIP experience I suddenly crave from the two of them devoted to me.
We finish out the game. News flash—I lose.
We play another game, and as we go, I try valiantly to return to the purpose of this night—making Jasper jealous.
I lift my beer, take a swallow, then set it down. “Jasper the dickless would lose his mind to be playing pool with the two of you.”
Chase laughs. “Tell us more of the awful things your terrible ex did,” he says. “This is your night.”
“Yeah, let it all out,” Ryker adds.
Well, there is one really terrible thing Jasper did. Besides that. Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s the company, and maybe it’s my residual anger. Or maybe I just want to move the hell on for one night. “He was awful at sex.”
You could hear a pin drop.
6
LICK SHOOT SUCK
Trina
Chase’s jaw drops.
Ryker hisses.
“How the fuck does that happen?” Chase asks.
Um. I don’t know. I honestly have no idea. “Not sure.”
Ryker breathes fire. “How does he live with himself?”