Page 18 of Double Pucked

I yank back the cue, then slam it against the cue ball.

And it whacks the purple one with a loud and satisfying thwack, sending the ball speeding down the felt.

Right into the corner pocket.

Holy shit! I did it! “Hole in one!” I shout.

Both guys cheer, and I spin around and Chase is hugging me, and Ryker is right there too, offering a high five when I let go. I take it, then roll my eyes. “Gimme more than a high five,” I say.

His jaw ticks, like he’s debating it.

“C’mon, give Miss Inquisitive a hug. It won’t hurt you,” Chase goads.

Ryker stares at him like he wants to rip his head off, but then comes in for a hug and wraps his big, strong arms around me.

I draw a furtive inhale of Ryker. That forest scent makes me a little buzzy. A lot hot.

So does his beard. It whisks against my cheek. How would that beard feel in other places?

Like…between my thighs.

The answer comes astonishingly fast and in the form of an ache.Good. It would feel so good.

When he lets go, I slap on my best smile. “Should we keep playing?” I ask, and I hope my voice doesn’t sound as husky as it does to my ears.

As revealing.

I bet these studs have women throwing themselves at them all the time. I don’t want to be a groupie or a cliché.

I’ve got to stop fantasizing about the VIP experience I suddenly crave from the two of them devoted to me.

We finish out the game. News flash—I lose.

We play another game, and as we go, I try valiantly to return to the purpose of this night—making Jasper jealous.

I lift my beer, take a swallow, then set it down. “Jasper the dickless would lose his mind to be playing pool with the two of you.”

Chase laughs. “Tell us more of the awful things your terrible ex did,” he says. “This is your night.”

“Yeah, let it all out,” Ryker adds.

Well, there is one really terrible thing Jasper did. Besidesthat. Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s the company, and maybe it’s my residual anger. Or maybe I just want to move the hell on for one night. “He was awful at sex.”

You could hear a pin drop.

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LICK SHOOT SUCK

Trina

Chase’s jaw drops.

Ryker hisses.

“How the fuck does that happen?” Chase asks.

Um. I don’t know. I honestly have no idea. “Not sure.”

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