Page 5 of When We Breathe
I’m down for this if you are.
He narrows his eyes.Let’s make this work.
“Do you want to start a new game?” she asks.
“No, we want to take you home,” I reply. To my surprise, she doesn’t look scandalized or even suddenly shy.
She licks those gorgeous rosebud lips and shifts from foot to foot.
“Good because I’mreallybad at pool.”
Adam huffs a laugh. “Do you leave bars with strangers often, beautiful girl?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Are you going to murder-death-kill me and leave me in the woods?”
“Not the plan,” I tell her. “You’re safe with us.”
Her eyes skate over my red T-shirt and jeans, then turn to peruse my man, and she grins.
“I’m game.”
Chapter Three
ALEX
Holy. Mother. Of God.
If I’m being honest, I hardly remember Gabe Blackwell from when we were kids. He’s older, and I wasn’t boy crazy when he was around. He was more of a friend to my brother, Holden.
I was just trying to survive. I didn’t give a shit about much of anything else.
But I remember him being cute.
He’s no longercute.
With all that dark hair and those hazel eyes, not to mention a smile that would bring any woman to her knees—that dimple in his left cheek iseverything—Gabe is hot as fuck.
But add in Adam? Wavy dark blond hair that’s begging for my fingers, eyes that are somewhere between blue and gray, and all of the muscles between the two of them that should likely be illegal, I’m in fucking heaven.
Spend a night with these two? Fuck yes. It’s a no-brainer. Sign me the fuck up. I haven’t had sex in areallylong time, and I’ve been working too hard.
I deserve this. Call it a good girl treat.
Please call me a good girl, guys. Pretty fucking please.
And something tells me that these two are going to ruin me for all other men.
Worth it.
The guys flank me and escort me out of the bar, and I give my table a little wave. Gabe slips his hand in mine, links our fingers, and when I glance up at him, he winks.
“We’re over here,” Adam says, gesturing to the Porsche SUV parked nearby.
My eyebrows climb. Fancy car.
When I immediately walk to the back door, Adam shakes his head and nudges me to the front passenger side.
“You’re a passenger princess, baby. You never sit in the back.”
