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ME: Wouldn’t you like to know…

My heart plummets when I get an immediate reply, but it’s his words that have it pounding.

Zeke: Yeah, I fucking would. Tell me where you are and I’ll make this easy on you. But if I have to find you, you’ll be begging for mercy.

Good lord. I’m not sure who the hell he thinks he is.

ME: I’m shaking in my little short shorts. Good luck finding me. And I beg no man.

After I hit send, I realize how big of a fucking liar I was. I beg no man? When I’m naked on my knees, staring up at a glorious cock, I beg with everything I have. Everyone has a kink and mine just so happens to be cock praising. If a cock is involved, I’ll beg until I can’t speak anymore.

Zeke doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Here ya go,” the Valley Boy says, handing me a tall glass of ice water.

“I’m totally sorry, but what’s your name?” I ask, sipping from the glass before I set it on the small table behind me.

He laughs. “I was wondering why you hadn’t said it. It’s Chris, but everyone calls me CJ.”

I choke on air, wondering if the universe likes to fuck with me. How did I not remember that name? I mean, hello!

“Damn, you okay?”

Nodding, I clear my throat and wave my hand. “So sorry.”

“No problem.” He laughs. “You ready to rack up the balls?”

I guess we’re getting right into it, huh? He moves to grab the triangle while I roll the balls toward him. After he racks them up, he comes around the table and hands me a cue with a smirk on his lips. He’s a good-looking guy, obviously. I wouldn’t have gone out with him otherwise. Yeah, yeah, I’m one of those girls.

“What do I do?” I ask, playing dumb in hopes he’ll come up and show me what to do.

And he takes the bait, stepping up behind me as he guides me to the end of the table. His mouth is inches from my neck as he gets closer. “It’s all about the aim and how hard you hit it,” he rasps, sending goosebumps down my arms.

“Is there such a thing as too hard?” I whisper back.

His light groan makes my nipples perk before he chuckles. “Nah, I don’t think there’s such a thing as too hard, but we can test that out.”

Damn, I’m more turned on than I should be right now. But who can blame me? It’s been months since I’ve been with a guy. Have I mentioned that before?

I’ve lost concentration on the pool cue as I watch CJ’s strong hand cover mine while he presses his entire front side to my back. Holding my breath, I clamp my thighs together and try to bring myself back down from outer fucking space.

“We can always start out nice and easy,” he whispers before planting a soft kiss just below my ear.

I moan at the same time I arch my back and press my ass into his crotch. His free hand finds my hip, gripping me tightly as he chuckles again. The guy clearly knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?

The sound of someone clearing their throat catches my attention, and when I look over, I almost fucking have a heart attack. Zeke and Christian sit a few stools down, glaring over at me. How the hell did they find me? And how the hell is Christian out of his house? My gaze drops to find the ankle bracelet still attached. But when I look back up at them, I can see how livid they are. This isn’t going to be good.

Chapter 6

BILLIE LUCAS

I’veneverbeensoscared in my life. My hands are shaking, my mouth is dry, and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a split second.

They’re looking at me like they want to devour me, and I don’t know when I’ve ever wanted to be devoured more in my entire life. There is something about Christian and Zeke that leaves me in an uncomfortable state of mind. Seriously! Just look at them!

Christian sits there with his tattooed arms sticking out of his tight black tee that clings to his muscles, wearing his signature smirk. Then you have Zeke who’s wearing his goddamn hat backwards again, looking like he’s about to kill anyone who makes one wrong move. They’re clear across the room and all you can feel is their powerful, fuck-you vibes.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy who came and grabbed you from our date last night?” CJ asks as he steps away from me. “I don’t want any trouble, okay? You said you weren’t with him.”

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