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I don’t get a chance to respond, because he slides onto the stool next to mine, and now he’s the one whispering in my ear. The sound is so low and dirty that chills break out across my back.

“Baby? If I don’t get to fuck you, nobody else gets to fuck you. Especially O’Connor. That dude lays one finger on you, and I’ll tie him to the net at the rink and practice my slap shot on him.”

My eyebrows soar. “Well, aren’t we bloodthirsty.”

“Thirsty, period. And hungry. So. Goddamn. Hungry.”

As warm lips brush the side of my neck, my panicky gaze darts toward Violet and the others. They’re not paying any attention to us, though. My roommate is engrossed in whatever Lemming is saying to her, and Eriksson and O’Connor are chatting up a pair of brunettes now.

“If you’re that in need of nourishment, go order another beer. And some nachos.” My tone is as indifferent as I can muster. “I’m sure that’ll solve the problem.”

“Only one thing’s gonna solve this problem,” Blake corrects. His gaze lowers to his crotch, and God help me, but I look down too.

Yep. He’s hard. It looks like he shoved a forty of beer down there and tried to smuggle it into the bar.

Why does his dumb dick have to be so stupidly big?

I take a deep swallow of beer and then hop off my stool. “Gotta use the ladies’,” I lie. It’s either that or keep sitting here next to Blake and fighting the urge to undo his pants.

I scurry away before he can answer. The corridor that leads to the restrooms has two long lines. I stand behind a tall blond under the pretense that I indeed have to pee. Which I don’t. Though I probably will by the time this line reaches the bathroom.

Chapter 15

Basic Math

Blake

I wait for Jess outside the jill.

When she emerges, I pounce. Even though I don’t mean to startle her, she gives a little squeak of surprise when I clamp a hand around her arm and tow her toward the back door.

I push it open, making tracks toward my Hummer, while she sputters out a question. “What… Blake! I wasn’t ready to leave!”

“So don’t leave. But you and I need a minute alone.”

“We really don’t.”

She could not be more wrong. It’s blissfully quiet out here, so I angle her against the door of my oversize car. “We weren’t done talking.”

“You’re never done talking,” she mutters back. “All you do is talk, you big motormouth.”

I grin down at her. “Did you just call me a motormouth?”

“Yes! Because you are.”

“I use my mouth for more than just talking,” I remind her. “But you already knew that. Remember back in March? All that begging you did about what I should do with my mouth?”

Her cheeks flame. “I told you, it was a one-time thing.”

I slant my head. “And the wedding?”

“Also a one-time thing.”

“One plus one equals two, babe.”

“Gee, congrats! You can do basic math!” She presses her palms to my chest to try to move me, but I can see the precise moment she gets distracted by the knowledge that she’s touching me. Her touch softens, and she takes a shaky breath.

I lean in until our bodies are touching everywhere. “Look, it’s cool. This can be another one-time thing.”

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