Page 93 of Wicked Little Game
That’s basically a vacation
I kissed her
“Rockwell wasn’t happy about that when I told him,” Max laughs.
SAMUEL RYVES
And I thought you had morals
But seriously
Making a fuss out of one kiss
Even Logan is laughing at you
Asshole
Why are you telling everyone
Fuck you
I need to get away from here
I think I’m fa—
Before I can read the rest of the message, a big hand snatches the phone away from behind the couch. Samuel and his goddamn ninja movements.
He takes a deep breath and I’m sure we all get a scolding right from hell in a second, but then the doorbell rings.
“Who’s that?” He asks, his hand already on his gun.
He and Rockwell look like they are worried that my father had backup, but even if he had, I doubt they would ring the fucking bell.
“We ordered pizza,” Max says, calming the situation down before they kill the poor delivery guy through the closed door.
Sam grumbles something as I get up, joining me as I walk to the door.
Logan, Max, and Rockwell stay behind in the living room and I hear who I assume is Rockwell groaning as he sits down in the recliner before he updates Max and Logan.
Being around Sam feels weird now, not in a bad way, but still weird. I try to keep my hands to myself, which is even harder than usual, but I don’t want to annoy him by making him uncomfortable with public displays of affection.
We never had thewhat are we talk, and apartfrom that, he isn’t the most touchy person and I doubt that this changed now that his team is watching.
He takes the pizzas from the delivery guy who’s almost unable to look over the stack of boxes.
“Why do we have eight pizzas for five people?”
“We didn’t know what you and Rockwell would like and you are all big guys,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
He puts the boxes down on the floor, and my stomach drops for a second.
I don’t know what I’m expecting, because it’s not like he’s in the position to lecture me about spending too much money on pizza when it’s my money that I’m spending.
But then he grabs my waist and shoves me into a corner where the guys can’t see us. He presses me against the wall as he leans close, and my heart hammers in my chest as I feel his hot breath against my lips.
“Lieutenant,” I whisper, a smile dancing over my face.
“Don’t call me that,” he growls, his grip on me tightening. “Getting me fucking hard in front of my men.”
