Page 46 of Forever Wild

“No, Prince Harry.” She rolls her eyes. “Of course Jameo.”

“Why am I not surprised that you are still talking about me,” his deep voice rumbles from behind me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as I turn toward him.

Lila jumps off her barstool and throws her arms around her brother, giving him a tight hug that he returns. His eyes, though, stay locked on mine, a promising smile glinting within them.

Unaware of the heated look passing between us, Lila answers Jameson’s original question. “Because you’re egotistical, so you always think people are talking about you, or at the very least thinking about you.”

Lila breaks their hug, settling back on her stool. I stand up, turning to give Jameson a quick hug, but he pulls me in deeper, kissing my forehead softly before squeezing me again.

A smile spreads across my face as I hold him tighter. “Not a bad round today, Jameson.”

His voice is soft as he says, “I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it until tomorrow.”

“I didn’t want to be a distraction for your first round back.”

Lila fakes a cough, breaking us out of our awkwardly long hug, and says, “So, where are you taking us for dinner tonight?”

Chapter twenty-two

Jameson

Dinner with Lila and Bryn on the deck of Picasso, overlooking the fountains at the Bellagio, is a blur. They fully carry the conversation, talking about Lila finishing up her grad classes at the end of the year and what she plans to do after. At one point, Bryn suggests Lila consider working at her sister’s firm, not the consulting one I walked into on Main Street to beg for Bryn’s number, but the security firm Kelsey runs out of Wild Bluffs.

I, on the other hand, spend the entire time replaying the moment when Lila pointed Bryn out to me. It’s not surprising I hadn’t noticed her. I tend to focus solely on my game when I’m playing, and even if I didn’t, she had her hat pulled low over her eyes, clearly trying to go unnoticed.

It means so much to me that she came to watch me play, that she supported me and hadn’t even wanted the credit for it. She was there completely for me.

Why having my girlfriend support me at my first tournament back is such a shock is something I clearly will need to work through at a later date, but for now, all I feel is a fucking adrenaline rush. I’m horny as shit, and I’ve never wanted to push my sister into a fountain as much as I do right now just to get her out of the way.

I pay for dinner, though Bryn does offer to split it with me, telling me she could talk to Lila about working for her and charge it as a business expense, but I, of course, decline.

Lila, like the brat she is, smiles innocently back at me when I raise my eyebrow, silently asking her if she is going to offer to pay.

However, she earns back a few points in my book when she fakes a yawn and says, “Welp, I’m tired. I’m going to head back to my room.” Neither Bryn nor I protest, though I know I should offer to walk her to her hotel, or even know which hotel she’s staying at.

Bryn and I linger at the front of the restaurant, and I grab her hand, pulling her into a kiss the moment Lila disappears from sight. Bryn parts her lips for me, and our tongues dance while my hands slide lower, my thumbs brushing the top of her ass before I force myself to slowly slide them back up her sides.

Bryn pulls back, breaking our kiss. “Your room is here, right?”

I nod, clearing my throat before grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the elevator. “Want to come up?”

“Well, it’s that or climb you in the middle of a crowded casino hallway.”

“Bryn.” I reach down and adjust my now present erection. “You can’t say shit like that when we are still in public.”

She pulls away, a look of panic in her eyes. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t think about the possibility of paparazzi. I’m new to this whole—”

I push her against the wall of the elevator as it closes, bracing my arms on either side of her head before attacking her lips with mine.

The elevator slows, and I gently grab her face in mine, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t give one single fuck who sees us together. I do—because of my fragile ego—care about coming in my jeans in public from the image of you climbing me.”

Her gaze travels to my tented pants, her eyes darkening before moving to the door that’s now opening behind me.

“Come on, Jameo.” She heads out of the elevator, her hand lightly brushing against the bulge in my pants as she passes by.

I let out a hiss, taking a deep breath and reminding myself I’m not a fourteen-year-old boy who loses control just because a girl touches his crotchal region.

Clearly realizing she doesn’t know where my room is, Bryn is waiting outside of the elevator for me. I grab her hand before tugging her down the hall toward my room.

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