Blood & Bones: Ozzy (Blood Fury MC 9)

She got off the high bar stool, took her pool stick and followed him.

“Pick a ball and a pocket. You hit a solid ball into the pocket, you’re playing solids. You sink a striped ball, then you wanna hit all the stripes into the pockets. Once all of your balls are pocketed, the goal is to be the first one to sink the eight ball.”

“If I sink the eight ball, then I win?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you sink that eight ball before me you’re the fuckin’ winner and I’m gonna buy you another drink.”

She was amused at the thought of her ever winning a game she never played before and knew nothing about. He could cheat to win and she wouldn’t even be aware of it, but she played along, anyway. “Maybe I don’t want a drink to be my prize.”

“Whatya want?”

Good question. She stared at his lips again. “I’ll decide once I win,” she murmured.

His nostrils flared and his eyes became heated. “Thinkin’ tonight’s a good night to fuck up my winnin’ streak. ‘Cause thinkin’ if I lose, I’m still gonna be winnin’.”

“I didn’t say what I would want yet.”

“Don’t gotta say it. Saw it on your face.”

She quickly hid her desire to kiss him and pretended she wasn’t thinking about pressing her lips to his at all. “You’re seeing things.”

He snorted and shook his head. “Time to take your shot or it’ll be mornin’ before we ever finish this game.”

Her mind read all kinds of naughty thoughts into his words, whether they were meant to be that way or not. She turned and stared over at the pool table and the scattered balls.

“Bend over.”

This time she didn’t question his command. She leaned over and held the stick like he had. She pointed it at the white ball. “I hit the white one, then it hits another one to send it into the pocket. Sounds easy.”

“Yeah, right. Simple. The white one’s called a cue ball.”

She felt his heat against her back before she felt the press of his body. He leaned his chest into her, tipped her over a little more and placed her right hand where it should be on the handle of the cue stick. “You’re a righty, so gonna use the thumb of your left hand to steady the stick when you shoot. Everyone’s got a different technique but we’ll start off with this one first. Once you figure out what makes you more accurate, stick with that no matter what anyone else tells you.”

He showed her what to do with her left hand and pointed to where she needed to hit the chalked end on the cue ball. Then he practically wrapped himself around her back and controlled her motion, murmuring in her ear, “Gonna take it slow and steady, yeah?” He put his hand over hers and slid the stick back and forth, using the back of her thumb to steady it. “Back… Forth.”

His low murmured words in her ear caused a flare of heat to shoot through her and land in a place that had been ignored for far too long.

“Back… Forth.”

Holy smokes! Her nipples had become aching points. Her pussy had begun to throb. And she held her breath.

“Concentrate on the spot I showed you. Look at the pocket where you want to send that striped ball.”

She could listen to him whisper in her ear all damn night.

“Visualize it. Gonna sink it in that hole there.”

Yes, please!

His crotch was now pressed tightly to her ass and when she finally breathed, it was ragged.

“Steady, sweetheart.”

Good God, she was about to come in her pants. Forget pool. She wanted to play another game instead. One that didn’t involve clothes and included a lot more whispering. Maybe a little screaming, too.

“Is that your belt buckle or you?”

He pulled the stick back one more time, then shot it forward. The tip of the cue stick hit the white ball and sent it spinning down the table. It knocked into another ball which sent a few more scattering in various directions.

But none of them dropped into a pocket.

Not that Shay cared. Because what was pressing into her ass she now knew wasn’t metal. No, it was all Ozzy.

Hot, heavy and hard.

Holy freaking smokes!

She sucked in a slow breath, trying to cool the lava running through her veins, waiting for him to release her and step back.

“Nice shot for your first time.”

“It didn’t go in the hole.”

He made a sharp noise that sounded like something had gotten caught in his throat and slowly straightened. “Not yet. It will.”

She shivered at what she thought was a double entendre and gripped the cue stick even tighter in her fingers.

“Can’t be all tense when you shoot,” he said, leaving her where she stood and going back to grab his stick and her drink. He came back, stepped toe to toe with her, and tipped his face down. “Gotta relax. This will help.”