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“Seamen don’t wiggle.”
Seamen.Semen. Hah. Narrowing my eyes and giving him a cheeky little grin, I insisted, “Oh, I think they do.”
“Did you just—”
“Maybe.”
He huffed a sigh that vaguely resembled a laugh. “I have a better idea.”
“Oh, really?” I challenged, lifting my chin.
He nodded, taking his time as he kept his eyes on mine, slowly draining his beer and setting it aside. “We’ll get back to where this started.”
Jameson lacing his fingers between mine was as close to an orgasm as I’d had since my damn shower escapade. The heat of him against my palm was so luxurious there weren’t adequate words for it. That simple, delicious sensation turned my brain stupid as I obediently followed him over to the billiards tables, tongue suddenly heavy in my mouth. The man’s ass was as delectable as the rest of him. His hands deftly hoisted a cue, swiping the chalk and dusting not only the tip but his fingers as well before handing it to me.
“Show me what you got, Skittles.”
“Prepare to be dazzled.” Narrowing my eyes playfully, I accepted the chalk, dusting my fingers like I’d seen both Axel and Jameson do, assuming it was to make the stick glide.
“Dazzled, huh?”
“Just wait until I unleash my triple spin and win.” Stifling the satisfaction of getting that telltale lip twitch, I shifted to the wall to pick up my cue.
“Sounds more like a triple fluke and fail to me.”
“Psh. You’re going to eat those words, Jameson Rhodes.”
His grumble sounded a lot like, “I’m going to eatsomething.”
Mouth going dry, my eyes snapped to his right as a smirk spelling ‘trouble’ spread on his face. Clearing my throat, I rounded the table, set the white ball where I wanted it, and slowly bent down to line up the break. “Care to put some money where your mouth is?” I slid the stick back and forth between my fingers, making sure it could glide smoothly, acutely aware of his focus on the movement.
“Ten minutes with Axel, and you think you’re a pool shark?”
I straightened, feigning puzzled thoughtfulness, before tsking my tongue. “Mmmm, I’m too happy to be pool sharky. More like…a pool dolphin? Agile, graceful—”
“And ready to make asplash?”
The smirk on that man’s face was enough to dissolve the best woman’s resolve. It took a great deal of effort to resist squeezing my thighs together to ease the tension between my legs. He’d never even touched me but could dictate my body with a look.Trouble. T-r-o-u-quadruple b-l-e. Clearing my throat and cursing the fact that the flush to my face was involuntary, I moved my focus to the table. Swallowing down my sudden anxiety, I took the turn, yelping excitedly when a striped ball rolled into the pocket.
“Lucky shot,” he teased, bracing his hands atop the cue against his mouth. Angle properly adjusted, I shot again, this time narrowly missing. I made to straighten but bumped into a hard wall of man as his arms came around me, scruffy cheek rough against mine. “Here, it’s really all in the wrist. Let me show you how to handle the stick.”
An ounce of spit nearly lodged in my throat, and I smirked over my shoulder where his face hovered mere inches away. Jameson kept a rough beard, but the edges were precisely groomed, a little scab on his neckline where he’d clearly nicked himself.
“I assure you, I know how to handle astick.”
He chuckled darkly, tracing my cheek with the tip of his nose. “Then, you won’t mind if I feel the way you move.”
Breath shallow, the firm—oh so firm—heat of him pressed against my ass, I turned back to the table, refusing to gratify him by admitting he rattled me. His broad, calloused palm came to wrap around my braced hand.
“Here, shift just a little and you can really just slide right in.” He adjusted my forefinger as I fought to remember what swallowing felt like, the press of him against my backside driving me into madness. Moving to my back hand, he squeezed me gently. “You’re clutching it too tightly. Loosen up and use your wrist.”
This. Motherfucker. Knew exactly what he was doing. Not about to be the first to fold, I arched into him, turning to stare him down and meeting smoldering steel-blues. His smile was soft but undeniable, my bravado vanishing the instant I saw it. Shifting my focus to the table, I started to move while trying to remember how to breathe. Jameson began tracing my cheekbone again, inhaling deeply, and every ounce of blood in my body headed for my nether regions. I took the shot and, despite the sudden hammer of my heart, sunk my ball.
“Justlike that, baby.” His praise coasted across my skin, my ribs constricting as heat bloomed against them. “This is where you belong, Skittles. If anybody gets to bend my woman over a table, it damn well better beme. There’s no one in this town that would believe I’d let another man touch you like that and stick around to see if you were loyal. Axel’s lucky he’s my brother.” He traced up my cheek again, my breath quickening in response.
“Jealous, Jameson?”
“Not a word in my vocabulary, sweet stuff.”
