Page 28 of Hooking Up

“So fucking beautiful when you come, darlin’. That’s it. Come for us.”

“We’ve got you.” Carter’s eyes were as dark as night as he held her gaze.

Yes, this was what she’d needed. In the bar, she’d hoped to get a thrill from riding that bull or having a night of tipsy fun, but in the end, these guys knew exactly what to give her.

Passion lifted in her, and she locked her body more firmly to Carter’s as she rode out her orgasm. As the last traces flowed away, Quint spattered her shoulders with kisses.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

She nodded, panting already. By the time she left this room, she’d have a hard time walking let alone racing. But hells to the yeah, she looked forward to the memory of these moments.

* * * * *

“Congrats on your win.” Coming from Jeb Anderson, the words sounded smug and backhanded.

Carter eyed him and gave a nod of thanks. Whatever the guy was up to, he didn’t want a part of it. He started to walk away.

“Hey, can I get some advice, Fallon?” Jeb took off his gloves and slapped them against his thigh.

Leerier than ever, Carter walked back. “Sure.”I’d better get some brownie points for this in heaven.Every single secondtalking to Jeb deserved a fucking medal. The guy was an arrogant dick.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s a sensitive topic. I’ve got a date with…” Jeb jerked his head toward the stalls some distance away where Bella and a toad-faced barrel racer stood, preparing for their races.

“A date with the one in the blue hat?” Carter’s heart was pounding out of his chest but he didn’t let on. If Jeb told him he and Bella had a date, he needed the element of surprise when he bashed Jeb’s teeth out.

Jeb chuckled. “Uh, no. With Miss Roberts.”

Stay calm. He might be lying.

“Yeah? So where’re you gonna take her?” His words came out flat.

“That’s the million-dollar question. I’m not familiar with these parts and I hoped you’d be able to tell me a place to go.”

Shooting a look toward Bella, he noted that she didn’t seem to give a damn that the man she was supposedly going out with later had just come off a great run himself. Sure, he hadn’t won, but there was only one winning team, and that was him and Quint.

If she was really interested in Jeb, wouldn’t she be looking at him?

A voice in the back of his head shouted that she wasn’t glancing his way either.Dammit.

Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, he said, “I’m not the right person to ask. I don’t know this area either. I hear there’s a Chinese buffet up the road. Passed it on the way in, actually.”

He chuckled. “No, I don’t do Chinese food. Makes me gassy. Know of a steakhouse?”

“No, I don’t.” He caught Quint striding his direction, a huge grin on his face that faded the minute he spotted who Carterwas speaking to. “Hey, I gotta go. Good luck with…” He waved toward Bella.

His gesture caught her attention. The minute she saw all three of them standing together, her look turned serious.

Then thunderous.

Whirling away, she strode off, ducking into the crowd.

Carter watched until she was out of view, and then he walked away too. Quint caught up to him. “What the fuck’s that about?”

“Which event are you talking about? The fact that Bella looked pissed when she saw us and walked away or that Anderson claims he has a date with her?”

Quint went dead still. The hardening of his shoulder muscles alerted Carter of his temper rising long before his dark brows drew downward. “Like hell,” he grated out.

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