Page 10 of Classified (The Elite 3)

“You’re staring,” he said, his eyes still on the sky.

“Can I help it if I find you more interesting?”

He shook his head and then looked at me. “Be serious.”

“I am being serious.”

Panther narrowed his eyes like he was calling my bluff, but the loud rumble of approaching jets made him look back up. The Angels were diving down from the sky, splintering off in different directions, contrails left in their wake. It looked seriously impressive, and the smile that lit up Panther’s face told me he thought so too.

“You like this,” I said.

“Who doesn’t?”

“To watch, maybe. But some of us don’t play well with others.”

Panther snort-laughed, dropping his hands behind him and stretching out his legs. “Yeah, I’m not sure if I can see you doing this. You’d be more likely to play bumper jets if you got too close.”

“Now that sounds like fun.” I cocked my head, thinking. “Maybe if I was the number one and they had to follow my rules.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Then yeah. Bumper jets or I’m out.”

Panther grinned.

“What about you? Do you play well with others?” I said, moving my hand so that it lined up alongside his.

“You tell me.”

Damn. The answer to that was fuck yes he played well. In my bed, in his, in the shower…

“I’d tell you, but I only want you playing with me.”

Panther’s eyes turned heated, and he opened his mouth to respond, but Gucci was right there, cockblocking fucker.

“Seriously, you two go get a room or shut the hell up. My ears are bleeding.”

I leaned around Panther to glare the asshole down. “Aww, you jealous? I know you’ve always had a thing for me.”

Gucci flipped me the bird and then looked to Panther. “You only hooked up with him so you could shut him up whenever you want, right? I mean, there really is only one way with him.”

I wasn’t sure how Panther would react to such a blunt statement, but when he turned to face me and chuckled, I thought it a testament to just how relaxed he was. His eyes fell to my mouth, and he grinned.

“It’s definitely one of the reasons.”

Gucci groaned and rolled his eyes before looking back to the sky, but Panther, that teasing bastard, kept his eyes locked on me.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what the other reasons are?”

Judging by the twinkle in his seriously blue eyes, I wasn’t sure I could handle hearing them in public. Not if they were half as good as the first one. As if he sensed my hesitation, a wicked grin curved Panther’s lips.

“Scared?”

Hell no. I was just worried I’d do something I shouldn’t, like attack him right there in front of everyone.

“Do I look scared?”

“Honestly? Kinda.”

“Fuck you.”

Panther laughed and leaned over, placing his hand on the seat behind my ass, his fingers grazing the back of my pants. Then his mouth was by my ear, and just as the jets flew by, he said in a raspy tone that made my balls tingle, “The other reason is because I would’ve done just about anything for the opportunity to get my dick inside you.”

Thank fuck the roar of the jets tore through the sky, because there was no way in hell I would’ve been able to stop my groan. Panther raised his head and locked eyes with mine, and I swallowed.

“That works both ways, you know.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” Panther moved back to his original position and winked at me. Then he looked to the sky. “That’s the other reason.”

And fuck me, I was done. I was so damn done when it came to other guys.

I knew it, he knew it, and judging by the morons all around us looking our way now…they knew it too.

9 Panther

THE WEEK ROLLED on, and so did the competition. I was neck and neck with Solo on the leaderboard, both of us taking out our opponents with relative ease. Normally I’d feel the pressure of having someone hot on my heels, trying to take the trophy out of my unwilling hands, but right now? To my utter surprise, I found myself…unbothered. Whether that was because the challenger was Solo or whether winning and proving myself to my father suddenly didn’t seem so important, I didn’t know. Would I like to see my name at the top of the winner’s plaque? Fuck yeah. But the all-consuming desire to win at any cost no longer haunted my every waking hour.

“Time to flip.” Solo rolled onto his back on the beach towel beside mine, and as all that tanned, naked skin came into view, I had to bite down on my lip and remember we were on a public beach. I couldn’t just reach over and grab what I wanted, but I sure as hell could look.

“You want to help me out with this?” Solo dangled a bottle of tanning oil from his fingers. Uncapping the bottle, I poured a liberal amount into my palm and then leaned over and began to rub it over his built chest. As my fingers molded to the muscles, Solo let out a soft groan that made my dick twitch.

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