Page 33 of Off Season

“Fine. If I win, and she doesn’t sleep with me, you have to leave Trey for me.”

She lets out a laugh. “Umm, no. Never. But I’ll let you name my next male main character.”

My eyes widen. “Anything I want?”

She nods. “Anything.”

“C. Mike Rack?”

“No problem.”

“Ben Derhover?”

“Sure.”

“Buster Cherry?”

“If that’s really what you want.”

I smile as I hold out my hand. “This is a no-lose scenario for me. You’re on, DePaul.”

She shakes my hand in return with a sparkle in her green eyes. “Don’t ever doubt a romance author,” she whispers. “We’re like sex hound dogs.” She sniffs a fewtimes. “We can smell it coming from a mile away. Pun intended.”

I chuckle before clearing my throat to get Kam’s attention. With nothing to lose, I ask, “Hey, Kam, what’s your story? Are you riding the pole or picking flowers in the lady garden tonight? I need to know where to spend my time.”

Her face lights up. I love how much she enjoys the ridiculous way I talk to her. It’s always like a heavyweight fight between us as to who can come up with more crazy shit. It’s a battle of euphemisms, and I’ve never met a woman with more in her arsenal than Kamryn Hart.

She slowly downs the rest of her beer before looking at me. “I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for. Maybe both. What do you have in mind? You can’t possibly want to lose another bet.”

I look around until I locate the cute blonde, Olivia, who I spent time with years ago. In fact, she came up to me when we walked in and asked me to hang out tonight. She’s definitely straight. I’ll win this wager. I motion toward her. “She’s cute.”

Kam couldn’t possibly look any less interested. “Are you seriously looking to make another wager? Your hair just grew back. What’s left? Tattoos?”

For her, I’d get a tattoo. Wait, did I just think that? Shit, and I berated Trey for piercing his dick for Gemma before they even had their first date.

I exhale a long breath. “One of these days I’ll win, and then I’m going to jam your clam so hard that you’ll never be able to look at a fishing pole without thinking of me. It’s worth the small sacrifices along the way.” I turn my head in the direction of Olivia. “Same rules?”

Kam taps her chin a few times before leaning back in the booth. “Meh. She doesn’t do it for me.”

Ugh. I can’t even get her to bet me again. The one time I know winning is a sure thing.

She continues, “I think my lady garden isn’t feeling like a vegetarian tonight. She needs a little meat. Maybe some big Mexican salami. Know where I can find one?”

My eyes widen and I glance at a smirking Gemma. She’s a sex witch. She’s all-knowing. I’ll never doubt the sex master again.

I look back at Kam. “Are you fucking with me right now? Is this for real?”

She stands and leans over so I can see down her shirt. Licking her lips, she says, “Alright, guapo. Let’s see if you can handle me. You better be the tiger I’ve been hearing about for months.” She fucking winks at me. “Game on, motherfucker.”

Like a starving man who’s being given a chance at a juicy, Grade-A piece of steak, I stand on the cushion of the booth and leap all the way across the table. Everyone is laughing at my enthusiasm, but I don’t give a shit. Kamryn just said yes. To me.

I grab her arm. “I hope you’ve got vet insurance, Kam bam, ’cause I’m about to tear that pussy up. Let’s go, momma.”

At that, I physically throw her over my shoulder and sprint out the door of the bar.

She’s laughing the whole time.

I growl, “God, I love your laugh, but I think I’ll love your moan even more.”

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