Page 126 of In Spades

Steve piped up. “You know, there’s a thing called Netflix. It’s magical.”

“Do it!” Bridget said, shouting from the other end of the bar while she pulled beers for a few old timers.

“See?” Maddie grinned. “Even Bee’s on board.”

Will looked at Steve and shrugged. “Prepare to lose, Pelham.”

We all crowded behind the two of them as they went head-to-head, throwing darts.

“I’m not gonna lie,” Hannah Jane whispered to Erica. “I want Steve to win. I know what he’s hiding under that shirt.”

Erica hid her laugh behind her hand. “Lord, I can’t even imagine him trying to give me a lap dance with all this going on,” she said, smoothing a hand over her baby bump. “I don’t have much lap left, but I kinda wanna see him try.”

Mel snorted. “We’ve all seen Steve shirtless. Will has to pay his dues.”

Steve hit a bullseye and took the lead. Maddie and Bridget cheered as he walked to the wall and pulled the dart out of the center of the board.

Will’s last turn came around, and he needed a bullseye to beat Steve by one point. Part of me wondered whether he was going to throw the competition to spare me the embarrassment.

Part of me wanted him to win.

Erica squeezed my hand in anticipation.

Will closed his eyes. He let out a slow, calculated breath, then threw a bullseye. He turned and gave me a wink. With a deeper drawl than usual, he asked, “You ready for this, sweetheart?”

Maddie situated a chair right in the middle of the dance floor for me.

“Sit your cute butt down,” Mel said, laughing as she pushed me down into the chair.

Bridget changed the song on the jukebox to an old Trace Adkins tune. His deep voice rumbled through the busted speakers as everyone crowded around.

Will strutted toward me, a devilish grin on his face. His worn jeans stretched tight across his ass and thighs, and his heavy boots scuffed across the dusty wood floor.

I cringed. “Lord have mercy, please don’t throw out a hip or something.”

Will sucked his lower lip between his teeth, then dragged it back out.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Solomon,” I teased. “I hope you take vitamins for, like, bone loss and stuff. At your age…”

Will reached up and spun his ball cap backward. “You got a mouth on you, Sunshine.”

“Sorry,” I snickered. “Alcohol makes me fun.”

He grabbed the back of the chair as the song ramped up. The hairs on his muscled forearms tickled my cheek.

I glanced over to gauge the girls’ reactions, but Will kicked my ankles apart with his foot.

“Eyes right here, sweetheart,” he commanded, drawing my attention to his denim-covered erection. He rolled his hips in a smooth circle, inches from my face.

I shrieked and cupped my hands over my mouth.

He reached up and slowly popped the buttons on his shirt, one by one, in time with the music. He shrugged the dress shirt off his shoulders and pulled his undershirt off in one smooth motion.

I giggled. “Is this a look, but don’t touch dance?”

Will wet his lower lip and gazed at me through hooded eyes. He could make bank moonlighting as a cowboy stripper.

“I’m all yours,” he growled, dropping to grab the edges of the seat.

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