Loving Montie (Breathless 4)

“Oh, so your workout wasn’t the highlight? I’m crushed,” Mario pouted again.

“Really Mario?”

Lissa giggled and started walking to the exit. Salivating over her every stride, I shadowed her out to the curbside. She hugged Shayla and Shayla shook mine and Mario’s hand.

“Again, nice meeting you,” she said before walking to her car.

“The pleasure is all mine,” I said as I stared into Lissa’s light brown eyes.

“Wow, Atlanta is always growing. They’re just building up all around here,” Mario said admiring a funkily painted building to the right of The Tavern. “Is that a new pool hall?” he asked.

“I never noticed it there before, but yeah, that’s a pool hall,” Lissa said, surveying the building.

“If you had time, I’d take you in there and whoop you in a few games,” I challenged her.

“Is that a challenge, Montie Brown?”

“No, it was more of a promise. But you said you had a lot of work to do. I’d hate for you to get behind on your work and get whipped all in one day, so we can do it some other time.”

“Well, in the case of all of your trash talking, my schedule just cleared up so I can teach you a hard lesson about threatening to beat this girl in pool,” she accepted my challenge with a competitive arch of her brow.

“Are y’all about to go in there for real?” Mario asked.

“Yeah, come on with us. You can be the witness to her tragic loss,” I said.

“I can’t stay. I have a training session at 2 p.m.,” he said.

“Dang, that’s right. I left my car at the gym and rode with Mario. Looks like I’m going to need to take a raincheck, Lissa.”

“I could give you a ride to get your car. That’s if you don’t mind riding back with the girl that’s kicked your tosh in pool,” Lissa bragged.

“I can’t wait to put you in your place,” I said, taking her by the hand. “I’ll catch up with you later, Mario,” I tossed over my shoulder at my friend who was already heading to his car.

“And where exactly is my rightful place?” Lissa said once we reached the door of the pool hall.

“Once I win, I get to pick where we go out on our next date. Then, I’ll show you better than I can explain it to you,” I said.

“Do I get the same thing? Do I get to choose our next date, if I win?” she asked.

“That’s the wager. Whoever wins gets to choose our next date spot,” I confirmed.

“That way no matter who wins, we get the same thing. How is that a fair wager?” she asked.

“Oh, but sweetheart, that’s not true. When I win, you have no idea of the places I will take you.”

She gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Is that another threat, Montie?”

“I told you where I stand on threats. I don’t make them. I make promises.”

We walked in and chose a table. Lissa leaned against the table and bit down on her lip. “Well, what if I win?” she asked in a raspy ‘come fuck me’ tone that nearly made me come unglued.

I placed the balls in the middle of the table. I couldn’t wait to dive deep inside the ravenous little fireball that was curved to perfection. “If you win and that’s a strong if, then I wil

l take you anywhere you want to go in the world,” I said as a guarantee.

“Put your money where your mouth is, Montie.” Lissa arched her back so that her torso dipped close to the table leaving nothing to imagine about how her rounded, plump ass would spread out in my bed. Heavens.

She revved her pool stick backwards and hit the first strike sending the balls flying in different directions on the table and shoving my salacious thoughts to the back of my mind. Three in the pockets. Impressive.