Page 13 of Hot Shot

When he glances in my direction, I squeak and duck out of the window, the quick movement sending whatever was in my stomach into my esophagus. But it was too late. For my pride, at least.

He saw me.

“I, uh, think Cass is up,” he says before carrying on. It sounds like he’s smiling, that hot bastard.

“Shit,” I hiss, retying my stupid robe as I stand up. My hair is tangled, and my fingers comb uselessly through the mess, though lord knows they try. I smile, hoping I look at least a little cute before opening the door. “Uh, what’s with the party?” My voice is husky and thick, and the sun is blazing like an absolute asshole. I flinch against it as I step outside.

“Good morning, darling,” Jessa says. “Feeling alright?”

“I’ll live. What are you doing?”

Wilder comes back out from the garage, his gaze dragging down my body, catching on my chest. I realize instantly that my nipples have tightened and would love to blame it on the slight breeze or the silky fabric of my robe. But the truth is that my body remembers him.

Itdefinitelyremembers being naked in his arms last night.

I should fold my arms to hide them, but instead, I tighten my belt and stuff my hands in the tiny pockets.

“We figured we’d help clean up since Jenny’s due back today,” Remy answers, dumping a few boxes into Wilder’s arms. Luckily, he catches them. God knows he’s not looking at Remy.

“Thoughtful. Thank you. I…erm, do I need to issue an apology to the fire department for my indecent exposure last night?”

Remy laughs. “Oh, I don’t think any of them need an apology.”

Wilder’s eyes darken. “They didn’t see anything.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

“Trust me,” he promises. “They didn’t seeanything. Not if they want their eyes to stay in their sockets.”

A little shiver works its way down my spine at the tone of his voice. “Alright. Well, how can I help?”

“I think you’re best utilized in the kitchen,” Jessa chimes in, “eating the donuts and drinking the coffee we brought.”

“We’re almost through,” Remy adds, “and me and Wilder have to leave in a second for practice before the game. Plus, I have a feeling if you try to carry anything, you’re gonna end up puking, and we don’t have time to clean that up too.”

“Listen—once not too long ago, I cleaned your nasty ass bathroom so Jessa didn’t have to stay in a hovel, Remington,” I remind him. “You owe me a little biohazard cleanup.”

“And I appreciate that, Cassidy,” he says. “It landed me a duchess.”

I snort a laugh. “You should appreciate it because it was fucking disgusting and I will be forever unclean. Fine. I’ll make myself scarce. Thanks for taking care of me last night,” I say to Jessa and Wilder, but I’m looking at him.

I can’t remember what happened last night or what was said, not really. Only that he was very, very hot and I very much wished we were naked. Or, I guess that he wasalsonaked.

It has been a hot minute since I felt the urge. Hell, I haven’t even masturbated since the whole ordeal with Davis and the wedding that never was, caught in a sexual liminal space where nothing turns me on. My poor clitoris is as dead as a doornail, and I wonder absently if mouth-to-mouth would bring it back to life. Frankly, I hadn’t been hot for Davis since wedding planning got intense a year ago. I figured it was nerves.

Guess he was just cheating on me.

But the way I could walk across the yard right now and ravage Wilder is a compulsion so powerful, it leaves me wondering if I’d everreallybeen attracted to Davis.

The corner of Wilder’s lips ticks up, and he nods once. Headlights still blazing, I turn to head back inside.

I spot the donuts on the island immediately, despite missing them earlier, and sit on a barstool, flipping open the box. Half of them are raspberry filled, and one is in my mouth before I can think twice, the tart jam bursting out of it and onto my tongue. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Four obscene bites later, it’s gone and I’ve loaded another.

By the time I finish the third, I realize I might have blacked out. My index finger is knuckle deep in my mouth when Jessa walks in.

One of her brows rises. “I see you found them.”

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