Page 52 of That Kiss

“Ohhh,” I shimmy my shoulders, “any of them ask you out or give you their number?”

“Actually . . .” She giggles again.

“Shut up!”

“One of them gave me his number. Actually, he gave it to Celeste when I walked away to talk to one of the coaches.”

“Are you going to call him?” I’m so focused on our conversation that I don’t notice my head mechanic, Scotty, walking up behind me.

“Hey,” Adrienne’s face lights up, her cheeks growing a little red, “I saw you talking to Teller earlier. I was going to come over and say hello, but I didn’t want to interrupt.”

I look between them and realize it’s like I’m not even here. I thought Adrienne’s blush was from Scotty overhearing us, but it’s not. She likes him. I watch as they talk, slowly excusing myself and whispering to Adrienne that I’ll see her later.

“Are you seeing this?” I help Decker clean up our shift, moving the empty kegs so he can pull up new ones. He doesn’t respond and I nod toward where Adrienne and Scotty are laughing and talking. She giggles and reaches her hand out to touch his arm. “How have I missed that?”

Decker doesn’t respond—just keeps his focus on what he’s doing. He’s clearly still annoyed with my comment to her earlier about him doing the auction.

“I don’t want you to do it.”

“Then why’d you offer it?”

“I was just joining in; it was stupid. I’d be jealous if you did it.” His brow lifts and he gives me a smirk. “Oh, so now you’re thinking you should do it to make me jealous?” I say.

“No, but I won’t pretend I don’t like the idea of you being jealous.” We’ve finished cleaning up, both of us just staring at each other. Tyson and Noah still aren’t here to take over. “I like thinking you’re territorial. Protective of what’s yours.”

“I am.”

“We’re here for beer!” Tyson cups his hands around his mouth, shouting as he and Noah approach the tent. “Time for the shift change.” He holds his hands out in front of himself for us to smack.

“Well, it’s 4:12 p.m. and we aren’t meeting people for drinks until 6 p.m., sooo . . .” I slide my hands into the back pockets of my jean shorts as we slowly head away from the tent, toward the parking lot. “What should we do to kill all this time?”

“Seems like you have something in mind?”

“I mean, I had an idea or two.” I lean against my car, my hands still pinned behind me in my pockets, causing my breasts to push out. My shirt dips enough that if he looks down, he’ll see a healthy dose of cleavage.

“Would it have anything to do with those mouthwatering tits you’re shoving in my face?”

“I’m simply standing here; you’re the one looking.”

“Well,” he steps closer, glancing around before lifting his finger, “my idea of killing time involves seeing my cum dripping from this mouth,” he touches my lips, slowly dragging his finger down my neck to my breasts, “to these tits. I think that sends a pretty strong message about who you belong to, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I wrap my hand around his finger and bring it back to my lips, wrapping them around it as I flick it with my tongue.

“Yeah, you look good with something in your mouth.” His arousal presses against my belly. “But then again, the thought of delayed gratification has me wanting to leave you aching and needy all night so you’ll behave.”

“When do I not behave?”

“When you’re shaking that ass on the dance floor for all the boys to salivate over, even though you have no intention of going home with them.”

I release his finger and grab a fistful of his shirt. “Don’t act like you don’t like watching me misbehave.” His chuckle is low and throaty. “I’ve seen you watching me dance, wishing you could run your hands over my body. Wishing you could take me home.”

“Tell you what, baby,” he tilts my chin upward, “I need to go take care of a few things back at the ranch with Ranger, then I’ll swing by and pick you up to go meet everyone. How’s that sound?”

“After all that?”

He smiles and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You have to learn you don’t always get your way, baby.”

“I don’t like the sound of that at all.”

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