Page 8 of Decidedly With Baby
“Hi,” a woman said next tome.
My gaze slid over to her and my puck-bunny alert system went into full effect—including the sirens and flashing lights. These girls were always easy to spot, once you had dealt with one or two ofthem.
“Hey,” Ireplied.
“You were amazing tonight,” she said, her voice a near purr. She was dressed the opposite of Holly, with a crop top that revealed her flat stomach and generous cleavage. She was pretty but had way more makeup on than I generally went for. She was the type of girl who spent an hour in the bathroom every morning before even her cat was allowed to seeher.
On the other hand, she was the type of girl you never had to worry about when it came to spending the night. She was the fuck-and-bail type because of her fear of being caught without her makeupon.
“You saw the game?” Not all puck bunnies did. They couldn’t tell you a thing about the sport. They just knew who the players were and had Spiderman-like senses, enabling them to detect a player within thevicinity.
“Of course,” she replied. “Wouldn’t have missed it foranything.”
The bartender parked the beer and daiquiri in front of me and I handed him the money. The bunny’s gaze dropped to Holly’s drink, and she ran the tip of her tongue along her lower lip as if anticipating the taste of itherself.
“The drink’s for a friend of mine.” I nodded at Holly, who was now heading toward us, dancer boy no longer withher.
My gaze returned to the bunny. Something about her expression had me on edge. I’d seen it before when it came to herkind.
Now, we’re all familiar with the concept of the proverbial caveman, and how men have a tendency to regress into one whenever their woman is approached by other men—even if the other man isn’t a threat. We practically pound on our chests, grunting, “Mine.”
Meet the female equivalent. Except instead of pounding on her cavewoman chest, she was more likely to go all saber-toothed tiger on the other woman—with claws and fangsout.
Care for ademonstration?
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said toHolly.
Holly gave the bunny a fleeting glance, and understanding lit her face. I’d never called her sweetheart before, but she knew about puck bunnies. The topic had come up one day with Kelsey andTrent.
“Hi—” Hollybegan.
I pulled her to me and crashed my lips against hers. As if on instinct, her mouth opened and her tongue brushed against mine—and shit, if my cock didn’t just getexcited.
But before it could get any more excited, Holly pulled back with aDid-I-do-good?smile on her face. I wasn’t sure if she was asking about the kiss (which I definitely wouldn’t complain about if she wished to do it again) or the stunt I’d justpulled.
I winked at her and she chuckled. Unlike her laugh, her chuckle was throaty and sensual. Like you imagined it would be if she were a jazz singer with a smokyvoice.
The bunny smiled when we turned back to her, but it screeched to a halt before reaching her eyes. “And you’d be?” she askedHolly.
Holly held out her hand. “G’day, I’m Holly. I don’t believe Josh has ever mentioned you. Andyou’re…?”
“Autumn.”
True or false? Whenever you hear Chris Hemsworth speak with his native accent, you get horny. No lying. You know it’strue.
Well, it’s no different for a man when he hears an Aussie accent coming from a gorgeouswoman.
And the bunny knewthis.
Which was why her tone was the opposite of Holly’s friendlyone.
Holly wrapped her arm around my waist, cozying up to me. My arm looped around her. I hadn’t realized until now how perfectly she fit against me like we were destined to be together—if you bought into thatcrap.
“Thank you for keeping Josh company while I was dancing,” Holly said, grinning sweetly at thebunny.
“You’rewelcome.”
Did you see Autumn’s fangs? She was about to sharpen them on Holly. No, I wasn’t a psychic. I just recognized thatlook.
