Page 5 of Overexposed

“Blue in the side…”

He pulled off a sexy bank shot from the side bumper and in the ball went. Prowling around the table like a man on a mission, he lined up his shots and knocked every single one in, and he didn’t go near the damn eight ball, perched in its precarious spot next to the pocket.

I knocked back the last of the margarita in my glass when he straightened up. Every ball of his was gone and all that was left was the eight ball. He met my gaze, smirk in place, then he winked before he said, “Eight in the corner.”

In the ball went like a good little bitch. I saluted him with my empty glass before setting it aside. “I guess you were serious.”

He circled the table to stand in front of me, pool cue in his hand. “So…time to pay up.”

Right. I licked the salt from my lips and gave him a once-over. “Like I said. I’m not a welcher. You won fair and square.”

“It was down and dirty, but I’ll take your word for it.”

I polished off the last of my first pitcher. I still had most of the second. Right… “Okay, stud. Grab the pitcher. I’ll grab my nachos and you follow me.”

He frowned. “Follow you where?”

“Hotel across the street. You’re getting us a room, and then we’re gonna see if we can get you balls deep in my pocket.” It was a horrible come-on, but I said it with a straight face because I was definitely riding a really good buzz and he was hot as fuck.

Yes, he won, but he was a dick about winning cause he didn’t want to pay the forfeit if he lost. Fair enough. I grabbed my plate of nachos and headed for the door. When Flip started to hold up his hand, I waved him off. “I’ll bring the plate back.”

It wasn’t like I was announcing to the whole bar we were going across the street. Neither one of us had raised our voices. At the door to the bar, I glanced back to see Gem staring at me, mouth slightly open like he wasn’t entirely sure I was serious.

“Come on,” I called, then shoved the door open with my hip and stepped out into the fresh air. It hit my flushed skin like a balm. I scooped up one of the nachos, they weren’t as crunchy now, but they definitely hit the spot. Hotel rooms usually had cups or glasses and if not, I wasn’t opposed to drinking from the pitcher.

I could mostly walk in a straight line and I started for the hotel that was located across the little side street from the bar. If I got there and he didn’t show up, well, he hadn’t said he would.

Might be disappointed…

Eh, no, I’d definitely be disappointed.

Right, I was just passing my car when I slid to a stop. I set the plate of nachos on the hood and dug out my keys. I’d just opened the driver’s side door when Gem appeared in my periphery.

“Cutting out?” The hesitation in his voice gave my ego a little boost.

I flipped open the glove compartment, then dug out a couple of condoms and withdrew them. I never relied on the guys to provide protection. Nope, they gloved or there would be no love. Also, I preferred to make sure I knew the condoms were good quality and not as likely to rip.

When I fanned the pair at him, his mouth formed another little O, and I had to chuckle. Sliding back out, I straightened and met his gaze. “Are youthatshocked that I would want to use a condom?”

The silence stretched out between us as I shut the door. Then he set my margarita pitcher down on the hood next to the nachos. “Slick, you’ve been blowing my mind all evening.”

“Well, then maybe you should buckle up, cowboy,” I said, closing the door with a slam and sauntering to him. He really did look sinfully good. Whether he’d ever played a cowboy or not. “It’s still early.”

He slid an arm around my middle and hauled me to him. Six foot two was damn impressive when I was only five foot six and not in heels. But he didn’t make me stretch before he dipped his head.

Honestly, I had no idea what I’d been expecting when he kissed me. I planted my hands against the hard muscled wall of his chest just as his mouth locked on mine. A dozen thoughts ignited, then scattered half-formed under his slow, sensual assault.

Firm lips held mine captive and despite his hesitation inside, he teased with his tongue until I opened to him. I was not a hardsell. The man kissed like he wanted to lick up every drop of my margarita. The tongue wrestling was just a perk.

The very rigid evidence of his attraction thickened in his jeans and a shudder raced up my spine. He bumped me back against my baby blue car and then his hands were on my hips and he picked me up. My butt landed on the hood and our heads were even.

Oh, this was much easier and not a strain on the neck. I scraped my nails down his chest and he slid his hand under my shirt. Not once did he let me up for air. My heart raced as my thighs bracketed his hips. Even as he tugged me forward, there was just not enough friction.

Wrenching my face from his, I stared up at him. It was definitely a thrill to find him panting as hard as I was. “Hotel?” ’Cause we weren’t fucking on the hood of my car and I wasn’t doing it in the back seat either.

He closed his eyes, head back as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. Was it that much of a struggle for him?

Before I could ask, he pulled me up against him until his erection was firmly pressed against the apex of my thighs. If not for two layers of denim, we could be getting seriously intimate right now.

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