Page 26 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

Awkward.

“Oh, she’s good. Mom and Dad love being down in Florida visiting.”

“That’s great. And what about you? How’s everything?” Her gaze zips to me before looking back at Hartford and pulling her pink shawl further up her shoulders. “Any new love interest?”

“Nope, nothing like that. Paxton and I are just friends.”

Laughter erupts from the group, but when Claire, the apparent spokesman for the Biddies, stops first, the others follow suit.

What is this, some kind of mob bullshit? A book club mob?

The Biddies believe most of the Atwood brothers are players and a decent woman shouldn’t waste her time, so it doesn’t bother me or shock me. I’ve heard much worse.

“We know that, Hartford. You’re holding out for a decent young man.”

I pick up my phone and grin. “Nothing decent about me,” I say, hitting mode one.

“No,” Hartford whispers under her breath, narrowing her eyes at me.

I turn it off, even though what I want is for the Biddies to walk away and let Hartford and me get back to where we were.

The server arrives with our food, and the book club ladies step out of her way.

“Well, we’ll let you get back to your dinner.” Claire smiles at Hartford but gives me such an evil eye that I wonder if she just put a spell on me.

Thankfully, the Biddies move along to prey on another table of victims.

“That was fun,” I say, spearing my steak with my knife.

“Not uncomfortable at all.” Hartford pushes her plate to the side and takes a sip of water as she stares at me.

“You want more, don’t you?” I grin and take a bite of my potatoes.

“Shush.”

“No, don’t do that. It was fun and you know it.”

She bites her lip and nods, blushing slightly. “It was.”

I don’t ask again. I just pick up my phone. This time I don’t warm her up. I know what she can handle and I go right for mode three. She lets out a soft moan as she squirms in her seat. Her eyes lift to mine and that heat is right back, making my cock harden again.

I take a risk and switch to the fourth mode. She nearly jumps out of the seat. Her body movements and the way she’s biting her lip pull us right back into that sexual bubble.

“Hartford, fuck,” I say, stopping myself from saying something I might regret. Something like, ‘I want to replace this vibrator with my mouth, or I want to bend you over this table and finish you off.’

“Oh god,” she breathes out as I switch to mode five.

Just then my phone rings and it’s Tripp. I quickly end the call, keeping my eyes on Hartford.

“Bro, Cooter ball is like the new thing for real,” Tripp’s voice rings out from my phone at full volume.

“Dammit,” I grumble, realizing I put him on speakerphone. I swiftly scan the area, ensuring no one heard him while I tap on the phone.

“Pax, turn the vibrator off,” Hartford half moans and half hisses, and I panic, trying to end the call. I pound my finger against the phone, but it doesn’t hang up. Something else happens.

“Oh fuck,” I say, glancing from my phone to Hartford.

“What?

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