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“Alright,” Reid mutters, bending forward toward my mouth. “Then let me show you what fine looks like.”
His mouth is on mine before I can even blink and the same orbit I was circulating before is now rocked and shifted into another.
Reid’s lips are masterful weapons of destruction when it comes to thinking of anything else.
I’m not thinking of Weston. I don’t even know his name.
Especially when Reid’s tongue slides between my lips and tastes me like he’s starving, and us not doing this all the time is not fine.
I fight back the moan that just wanted to escape my throat. His hard body pushes me back a bit, arching my back and taking what he wants, no matter how fake or planned this is.
It almost feels real.
Too real.
The sensations sprinting through my body have me wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him closer. My fingers thread through his hair, meeting his tongue needily as if I’m burning for this kiss.
I am.
However, I can play this off as much as Reid and state it was for the arrangement that I needed it to look real when, really, I wanted to kiss the crap out of Reid Pierce and remember it for the rest of my life.
A male throat clears, loud and close, but Reid gets two more laps of his tongue in my mouth before he breaks the kiss and glimpses over his shoulder at the man this is all supposed to be for.
“Weston,” Reid greets huskily. “Did you get lost?”
This man…
My eyes connect with Weston’s, and I instantly feel guilty. I’m supposed to be working toward dating him, and I’m making out in a parking lot with a man who isn’t going to be here very much longer.
“So the headlines are true?” I’m not sure if Weston is asking me that question or both of us, but I couldn’t answer if I tried.
Meanwhile, Reid comes in to save the day yet again so that I can rummage through all this.
“No,” Reid claims, wiping at his bottom lip like a cocky asshole. “I had a running bet with Hollyn, and I won.”
Weston perks a brow. “Bet? What kind of bet?”
“Aw, now, Weston…” Reid rocks his head back and forth. “I’m not gonna get the girl in trouble for the shit I coerced her in. Nice try.”
“You manipulated her?” Weston’s voice is cold and menacing, something I’ve never heard from him, ever. “You think because you’re some hotshot hockey star, you can do whatever you—”
“Whoa.” Reid holds out a palm to stop Weston from moving any further, and he’s taking the hit. He’s making it look like it was his fault we kissed and not mine. “I wouldn’t run your mouth anymore if I were you. I wouldn’t want to serve any more time here just for punching you the fuck out.”
Weston glowers at him. “You wanna make a bet, asshole? Hollyn is a sweet girl that doesn’t hang around—”
“That kiss was anything but sweet, dude.” Reid rises to his full height, standing about two to three inches over Weston. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Better for me because I don’t compete for shit with what I want.” Reid glances over at me. “You need anything, Shorty? You want me to drive you home?”
Speak.
Talk, Hollyn.
“I’m good,” I strain, suddenly not wanting Reid to leave me.
Reid doesn’t answer me, but turns his whole concentration back on Weston before taking a singular step toward him. “Don’t interrupt me again when I’m with her. If she needs help, she’ll come to me for it. You’ll be too busy in your office jacking off to be able to manage. When I’m gone, she’ll probably leave shortly after, too. Who else is going to show her a good time?”
“What, you?” he spits back. “You have the personality of a fucking wall.”
“Hollyn didn’t seem to mind.” He licks his bottom lip. “She’s so fucking sweet. You should’ve tasted that before I did. Now, I’m never gonna share.”
