Page 44 of Rowdy Hearts

He nodded, his gaze meeting mine for a brief second before sliding back to Rowdy. “Same. See you at the bar, later?”

Okay, not a talker.

“Yeah. We’ll see you at the game, right, Tressy?”

My tummy tightened then did a happy little jig. “That sure of yourself, huh?”

His grin slowly disappeared, until just the intensity of his eyes was all I could see.

“Not at all. Just hoping like hell that if I say it enough, it’ll come true.” He paused long enough for me to take a deep breath. “Wanna have some fun?”

Absolutely. Yes. Just…yes.

“What are you offering?”

Beside us, Fiskers huffed out a laugh. “I’m just gonna… Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

Rowdy’s intense gaze never left mine, making me feel like there was no one else in the room, even though I knew we were gathering a small crowd. Hockey players and a few of the Devils’ Angels had stopped to watch us, not even bothering to pretend they weren’t.

Leaning closer so the crowd couldn’t hear him, making them groan in disappointment, he spoke directly into my ear. “As much fun as you’re willing to let me give you.”

His words weren’t dirty, but my brain immediately translated all those innocent-sounding syllables into “I will make you hot and sweaty and come so many times, you will want me to stop, but I won’t until you pass out from the pleasure.”

When I pulled away, my expression must have given me away because his gaze dropped to my lips, a slow slide that felt like a promise of things to come.

“Is that a guarantee?” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“Absolutely.”

“Then I guess we should get started.”

He waited a beat, staring into my eyes like he could read my mind. Then he winked and took a step back. Any other guy and that move would’ve been cheesy. I would’ve rolled my eyes and written him off. But Rowdy…

“Brace yourself. We don’t party like fancy people in big cities.”

He had no idea how hard I used to party. And how hard it had been to drag myself out of that pit. But when you become a mom at twenty-one, your life isn’t just your own anymore.

“And how do people in big cities party?”

I realized I’d put my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrows. Challenging him. Letting him know I wasn’t going to be a pushover.

Unless he pushes me over a chair and fucks me until I can’t see straight.

I really wanted him to do that.

“Like they’re more worried about how they look than how they feel.”

That was sonotwhat I’d been expecting him to say. But I couldn’t really say he was wrong.

“When we party,” he continued, “we make sure everyone’s having a damn good time.”

Why did everything he said sound like word porn? Like we were alone in a dark room and were about to?—

“Hey! If you two are finished flirting, the rest of us are ready to blow off some steam.”

I don’t know who spoke, but the masculine voice bounced off the concrete walls around us. The next voice belonged to a female.

“Jesus H. Christ, Rebel, shut your damn mouth, or we’ll never get out of here.”

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