Branson stood back, grinning, as Bailey sank shot after shot.
“Wow. He knows what he’s doing, huh?”
“Yeah, but how about we play our game?” Percy suggested impatiently. “It’s your turn, Bryson.”
I returned to our table and bent over it, lining up a shot.
“Youlooklike you know what you’re doing,” Silas murmured.
I turned my head and winked at him. “I know how to work my stick, baby. Don’t you worry.”
Reece snorted, Percy rolled his eyes, and Silas eyed me in challenge. “Perhaps we should make a bet of our own?”
“Yeah. What do I get if I make this shot?”
He leaned in close to me. “Me in your bed tonight.”
“All night?”
He hesitated.
“You’d be in my bed either way, Sy. Gotta up the stakes.”
He smirked. “Sure of yourself, huh? Fine. All night.”
I turned back to the table, taking my time to line up a shot. We hadn’t gotten far into the game. It shouldn’t be too difficult to sink a ball, as long as I chose carefully.
I drew back the cue stick, shot it forward, and the cue ball careened into a solid green. It hit another ball, which hit another ball, which rolled toward the side pocket?—
And stopped one millimeter short. I sucked in a breath to curse.
Silas moved to the side of the table and nudged the ball into the pocket. “Look at that. It went in.”
“Hey,” Percy protested. “That’s cheating.”
“No,” Reece said with a chuckle, “that’s foreplay.”
Silas gave me a hot look, and hell yeah, I was already imagining what we could do with a full night together. Not just the sex—obviously that would be amazing—but the extra time we’d have to cuddle and talk and sleep together. That’s what I wanted. And maybe Silas wanted it too?
We finished the first round of beer andplayed one more game—swapping up partners. Chris came over. “How about I play with Silas?”
“No,” I said quickly. “You can play with me.”
He beamed, and I realized I’d walked right into his trap. “Perfect.”
We were playing against Bailey and Branson—he insisted on keeping his winning partner—and I laid out the cash for the bet my brother would take home.
“Too bad we’re playing against kid wonder here,” Christian said. “We could have made this interesting.”
“Probably not,” I said blandly.
“Remember that time in Little Rock when we went bowling?”
“Vaguely.”
“I offered you a blowjob for every strike you made.” He laughed. “I think you bowled your best game ever.”
“Hmm.”
