Page 252 of Wrong Pucking Player

Wyatt blinks a few times, and I see that switch flick back. Reeling in the man who could easily wipe these tables with this man’s blood for fun.

“I’m gonna take this,” I decide to say as I reach over to steal the cigarette from him. “Thanks for holding it for me, Wyatt.”

He arches an eyebrow my way, not even acknowledging Winchester and Fernandez, who are waiting for our attention.

A shame we have company.

“There you two are.”

Winchester and Fernandez seem surprised by the feminine voice. Having no choice but to turn their bodies around, we all get to take in the charming beauty that’s standing there.

Fuck.

Okay.

I hadn’t prepared for this.

For Andrews to look like a snack I want to devour right this moment.

Whichever designer made that dress needs to be contacted immediately, so I can buy it in every fucking color. Heck. I’d buy the company so no one else can wear such a stunning dress on their body.

Just our girl deserves to look so fucking good in ruched silk that hugs her curvy figure like it was tailored in every way. Strapless, fitted, and carries a chic thinness to it that doesn’t reveal too much but lets the imagination know exactly where everything is.

She’s not wearing a bra or underwear.

I just know it.

Her blonde locks are down with a hint of curls and cradle her heart-shaped face effortlessly, but it’s how alluring her now dark red lips are to match the dark crimson shade dress that steals my breath away.

And probably Wyatt’s as well.

When Kenzie wears blue, it emphasizes her soft features with a hint of seductive nature to it, but this color.

Blood red has born a lethal seductress in our midst.

And I absolutely love it.

“I thought you two were going to start without me,” she hums and doesn’t even acknowledge our company as she moves to the edge of the booth. “Hey, Wyatt.”

“Hey, Xandra baby,” he greets her, still observing her overall look, until he can’t because she’s leaning over so she can kiss him passionately.

The way this man’s body relaxes at her simple touch is why she needs to be in the loop between us.

I push too many buttons. Make things spark and burn between us.

But Kenzie.

She’s the calm that tames us brewing storms. Steals the layers of tension until we’re both relaxed and filled with nothing but peace of mind.

“Scotch and smoke?” she questions when she leans back to look into his eyes. “New combo.”

“My fault,” I announce and take the time to inhale a puff of smoke at the end of my stick. With a stream of clouds leaving my lips, I return my attention to her. “Don’t be upset with him.”

She smirks, but it’s not those usual smiles of Kenzie’s. It’s dark and enchantingly beautiful from how the shadows dance on her face.

She further leans over, just so she can claim my lips—the touch encouraging me to calm down just a bit, while I kiss her right back.

If it wasn’t for company, I feel like we’d be doing more than putting on a show.

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