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I could feel those blue eyes on me, and I smirked to myself as I made a show of lining up my shot. As I struck the ball with my cue, it was a bit awkward, but luck was on my side. Somehow, I managed to send my ball directly into a pocket. It took everything I had to refrain from cheering at sinking a ball, pretending not to notice the way Wyatt’s eyes followed me around the table.

My next shot I missed.

I didn’t mind, because it gave me another opportunity to watch Wyatt. I could always play off that I was watching his ‘technique’, and not his rock-hard ass as he bent over.

As we kept playing, the tension between us grew to the point that all my senses were on edge. Every time I bent over, I felt his gaze. Every time he passed by his hand would graze my lower back or the side of my hand. My skin tingled with each touch, wanting more.

When I lined up for my next shot, there were only a few balls left—all but one were mine. I was once again bent over the table when I felt more than just a pair of eyes behind me.

I kept perfectly still as his big, muscular, body descended against mine, gently pressing against my back. Warm breath fanned the side of my neck and cheek sending a shiver along my spine.

“Here, let me show you.” His voice was low. Seductive. Strong hands wrapped around mine as I gripped the pool cue.

“Hold it a bit tighter here.” His hand squeezed my right one as he instructed. “This is where the power comes from.” I was trying my absolute hardest to concentrate on the game and not the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

Stubble tickled my cheek as Wyatt bent his head closer to mine. His left hand gently moved my fingers to where they formed a triangle near the top of the cue.

“Helps you keep the stick in a straight line,” Wyatt instructed.

I swallowed thickly at the way his muscular thighs were pressed against the back of mine, gently but firmly. My ass was wedged perfectly against his crotch as he bent over me.

“When you aim, focus on the ball you want to sink in the pocket.” The heady scent of his cologne made it difficult to concentrate even more. All I had to do was shift my hips, just a little, and I’d be grinding against him. My cheeks warmed at the thought.

I missed what he said next but nodded like I heard.

“Ready?” His lips were right next to my ear making me shiver again. Not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded.

I love the sound of his voice. I would drown in it if I could.

Wyatt kept his hands on top of mine and helped guide the pool stick back. We held it there for just a second before pushing the cue forward, striking the ball and sinking it in the pocket.

His hands moved from mine, but instead of stepping back, Wyatt placed them on the edge of the table on either side of my hips. His forearms brushed against my waist, keeping me caged against the table.

Not that I’m complaining.

“Good job,” he murmured in my ear, the sound traveling down my waist and into my pussy. I ran my teeth over my bottom lip to stop any inappropriate sound from coming out of my mouth. He hardly touched me, yet I was reduced to a panting bitch in heat.

Wyatt remained in place for another moment before he cleared his throat and extracted himself from me. I swore he purposely dragged his forearms up my sides, as the weight of his body against mine disappeared.

I felt the absence immediately as he stepped back. The whimper that left my lips was borderline embarrassing as I straightened, hoping he hadn’t heard it. I knew my face was bright red as I cleared my throat trying my damnedest not to appear affected.

But as I glanced over my shoulder at Wyatt, who leaned back against another pool table with his arms crossed against his chest as he smirked, told me I was doing a shit job at it.

19

JOSIE

“Thanks for letting me tag along,” I said, as our little group made our way out to the parking lot.

“Of course! I’m now going to force you to come to every game with me,” Mila declared loudly as she gripped Bryton’s arm. “Finally! A girl who isn’t a bitch. I want to keep you. Can we keep her?” She added, looking up at her boyfriend with a pouty look.

I held back a laugh at Bryton’s bewildered expression.

“Uh, sure?”

“Yay!” She detached herself from him and flew right into me. I would have fallen if it wasn’t for the sturdy strength of Wyatt behind me. Mila wrapped her arms around me in a tight bear hug, my own wrapping around her to keep her upright. “Now you’re stuck with me.”

“Okay, babe, I think you can let her go now.” Bryton came forward and unhooked her from me, shooting me an apologetic look over her head. I just smiled.

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