Page 57 of Wreck Me
Friendly Competition
Punishment indeed.
Walking around the town square with a crowd of people, being stopped here and there by various townsfolk, should have put the kibosh on his caveman need to haul Megan over his shoulder and take her home. He couldn’t wait to get between those creamy thighs with his tongue and his dick, make her scream his name in a way that both soothed and aroused him.
But being near her, walking side by side in the crisp night air did nothing to abate that need.
It didn’t help that she looked hot as fuck. Again. With the snug scoop neck, fire engine-red shirt that matched her fire engine-red lips, tight black jeans, topped with a black leather jacket and matching heeled boots, she was mouthwatering in a bad girl, rocker chick way. It drove him wild.
When she’d walked toward him in his office, all thought left the head on his shoulders and traveled south so fast he’d been lightheaded and simultaneously granite hard. He’d hardly been able to speak to the sheriff regarding the upcoming holidays, much less come up with a coherent thought. And then when she’d dropped to her knees and pulled his dick out, sucking him off and blowing his mind?
It’d taken all he had to get the guy off the phone.
Yeah, he was going to enjoy paying her back in kind when they got home.
Home. When had he started thinking of his cabin becoming their home? Sure, that’s where they’d both end up tonight, but he could have thoughthis houseorthe cabin.But no, he’d usedhome, which for him had always equated to family and love. Yet, it had rolled through his mind with zero thought. As though it were normal.
What the fuck?
“Ooohhhh, I love this game.” Megan stopped in front of the Skee-Ball booth and turned to him, a huge grin on her face. “Let’s play.”
She picked up one of the wooden balls and tossed it up, catching it in her hand. With a shapely hip jutted out, she smirked. “I’m pretty good at this game. I bet I can kick your ass.”
Aidan pushed away the thoughts that had started to form in his mind. He was making too big of a deal of it. It was a normal thing to say. His cop brain was reading way too much into it.
He had a hot date and a competitive streak a mile wide.Thatwas what he needed to focus on.
He walked closer and caught the ball in midair. “Are you now? Well, I’ll have you know that I’m better than pretty good. I’m a master.”
She rolled those beautiful hazel eyes. “A master? Says who?”
“If you went to Mountain Arcade, you’d find my name is still at the top of the leaderboard from when I was fourteen.”
Megan stared at him for several long beats before bursting into giggles. “Okay, there’s a lot to unpack there. First,”—she ticked off on a finger—“you guys still have a bona fide arcade here? Not a Dave & Buster’s kind of thing but an old-fashioned, honest-to-God arcade?”
“Complete with the smell of mildew, seizure-inducing noise, frozen pizza, watered-down sodas, and hand-dipped ice cream.”
“Wow. Okay. And second, I’m still going to kick your ass.”
Aidan laughed a real laugh—something that he seemed to do more in the last two weeks with her than he had in the last several years—and pulled her close, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “It’s cute you think so.”
Megan nodded. “Okay, you asked for it, man.”
“I’ll even let you go first.” He tossed the wood ball back to her, which she caught against her chest, while he paid the booth attendant, a local high schooler, for two games. “Thanks, Ricky.”
“Sure thing.”
She shook her arms out before shoving the sleeves of her jacket up to her elbows and leaning over at the waist, getting into a throwing stance. Then she stood up straight. “Loser buys me a hot dog and a funnel cake.”
“Are you saying I’m going to lose?”
She spared him a glance. “I like mustard on my dog and cinnamon sugar on my funnel cake, Reynolds.”
“Just shoot the ball, Gentry.”
Ten balls later, Aidan’s jaw hung open and the booth attendant watched in growing fascination. She’d hit a bullseye on nearly every single shot. Not a single one rolled into the dreaded ten point hole at the bottom.
She turned to him, hands on her hips and a smug smile on her lips. “You’re up, lawman.”
