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“I was just happy to learn you’d finally found something you were good at besides destroying someone’s life, Kingston. Or was that night just a fluke?”
She might as well have just sucker-punched me, but I don’t let her see how well the hit connected. “You can find out any time you want. All you’ve got to do is say the word.” I have no clue why I’m taunting her like this, but it’s so damn fun.
“And what word would that be?” Her haughty attitude still in place, she closes the distance between us.
“Please,” I tell her.
Wren laughs in disbelief. “You want me to beg?”
“No, Red. I want you to ask... nicely.” Her green eyes spark with a fire so strong, I think she might be about to actually throw that punch, but then she calms herself down and runs her lips over my ear.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever ask you to fuck me again, Kingston. I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.” She straightens her shoulders and purses her lips. “On second thought, maybe youshouldhold your breath. Yeah. You should definitely try that.”
She turns around and inserts herself between the O’Doul sisters and is immediately handed a glass of wine as the crowd fills the now-vacated space between us.
Becks moves in next to me with a predatory smirk. “Care to share what that was all about, brother?”
“It’s history, brother. You were never good in that class.” I clap his back. “But leave Wren alone, you got me?”
Becks’s smile grows. “Yeah, man. I’ve got you. But you really think this is a good idea? There’s a whole lot of history there. Even I know that.”
“Not everything is what it seems, Becks. You, of all people, should know that.” I leave him there and make my way to my office, then turn on the monitors and watch the crowd from my sanctuary for the rest of the night.
* * *
Wren
“What the hell was that?” Quinn asks while Mackenzie argues with Jace Kingston and the guys he introduced as his teammates. Little Jace grew up. Not enough... I mean, he’s still seven years younger than me. But the last time I saw him, he was a gangly teenager. He’s filled out since then and has grown at least five inches. Now he looks like the rest of the Kingston family.
Gorgeous.
Damn them.
“Hello...? Earth to Wren.” Quinn snaps her fingers in front of my face, attempting to get my attention while I sip my wine.
“I’m right here. Both feet firmly planted on planet Earth, thank you very much,” I chide.
She doesn’t look amused. “Care to tell me why you and your arch enemy looked like you were about two point five seconds away from finding any flat surface available to screw on?”
If my memory is as good as I know it is, he’s just as good on two feet up against a wall as he was on a flat surface. Not that I’ll be reliving that night any time soon. Although, I may be revisiting it when I get home and grab my vibrator from the charger.
Guilt floods my system. It was easier to act like that night never happened from the other side of the country. Not so much when I’m living right next door. Damn him.
“Would youpleaselower your voice?” I look around at the mass of people, but no one is paying attention to us. Thank goodness for small mercies. “You know how we always were.” I try to play it off, unsure if I’m willing to tell her the whole story.
“You were always at each other’s throats. But you never looked like you were about to get naked on the floor in front of a room full of people before.” She waves her wine around in front of herself and sloshes some on the floor.
Umm, nope. I would not have sex on that floor. It’s filthy.
My mind goes back to the idea of fucking that man against the wall again, and I swear my pussy throbs in response. Good lord, I’ve got to get laid by something that’s not rechargeable.
“I’m not talking about this here, Quinn.” There. Conversation ended.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “You fucked him.”
My eyes grow wide. “Lower your voice.”
“You fucked Sawyer Kingston,” she practically yells. “What the hell, Wren? When?”
