Page 58 of I Need You Tonight
“It’s only cheating when I’m trying to beat you. We’re on the same team, in case you’ve forgotten. I wanted to give you some pointers.”
I started to straighten.
“No, stand like you were, and I’ll adjust your hold on the stick.” He leaned over me, his hardening length pressing into my backside. I gasped softly and accidentally shifted my body, causing my butt to rub against his length. It hardened some more. If he wasn’t careful, everyone would see just how turned on he was.
Luckily for me, the truth aboutmypredicament wasn’t so obvious. The party between my legs was my secret and my secret alone.
He adjusted the stick and gave me a few pointers, all of which were lost on me as I focused on the wrong thing—him.
I pulled the stick back slightly, then gave it a well-aimed jab. It hit the white ball where I had intended, and set it in motion. Somehow the white ball nailed the red one and sent it rolling toward the corner pocket. I held my breath, willing the ball to keep moving…keep moving…
Then it stopped. On the edge of the freaking pocket.
I groaned and inwardly cursed the traitorous ball. Even Aaron couldn’t miss the shot. I had set it up perfectly for him.
We continued playing until the alarm on Kirk’s cellphone indicated it was time to head back. Nolan paid the bill and we left the bar, me with a happy buzz.
As we approached our bus, the music from the arena grew louder.
“That’s Endless Motion’s final encore,” Jared said. “We’ll be heading out soon. Have you ever slept on a tour bus before?” he asked me.
“Nope. Virgin tour bus rider here. Why, is there something I should know? Like, the beds are rock hard?”
“It takes a few days to get used to it, but it’s not all that bad. And you’re lucky.”
“How’s that?”
Jared opened the bus door. “You get to sleep in the separate room. You don’t have to listen to Mason snore.” He winked at me.
I bit back what I itched to say—that Mason didn’t snore. I knew this from experience.
We piled onto the bus and got ready for bed, which felt weird. I was used to having a brother, but this was nothing like that. Fortunately, as far as I could tell, they weren’t slobs, so bonus points to them.
I entered my room, and by room I meant a cubicle with a bed and not a lot of space to move in. You wouldn’t want to be in here if you were claustrophobic. I’d already put my stuff away earlier, so there was nothing to do but go to bed.
I lay down, and instantly missed Mason. Over the past few days we had spent every night wrapped in each other’s arms. The bed felt empty, and I had to fight the urge to sneak to his sleeping compartment and cuddle up to him.
After half an hour of tossing and turning, I flipped on the bedside lamp and started reading the romance novel I had begun the other day. But then I got to the hot sex scene…
Tomorrow I would buy a different book to read. Maybe a nice scary Stephen King novel.
I’d bet those didn’t have steamy sex scenes.
