Trouble (B-Squad 2.75)

Her eyes went dark and her lids dropped to half staff. Then, she bit down on her full bottom lip making it look almost the exact same way it had last night when she'd come hard around his cock. Suddenly, helping with the high school reunion decorations started to sound like an even worse idea. Karly's high-pitched "yoo-hoo" didn't help. The sound was enough to obviously knock Leah back to reality though.

She blinked, gave him a smart-ass smirk, and tugged him along with her as she strutted next to him toward the door. "You're so romantic."

"Well, like you said." He dipped his head lower so his lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. "We're just fucking."

Leah

Okay, helping out wasn't horrible. Celeste from Leah's honors calculus class was there and they'd gotten to catch up. A few other people who she didn't remember very well, a few who never would have spoken to her in school, stopped by her and Drew's section of the gym to say hello. It was...nice and kinda fun. Now that was a strange thing to experience in the hallowed halls of Catfish Creek High School. Maybe Drew was right. Maybe she did need to open herself up to the possibility that people changed, God knew she had.

Of course, that little realization jerked her attention right back to the man currently starring in every one of her old high school sex fantasies that had rushed to the forefront thanks to her ever horny subconscious. The bastard knew exactly what was going on in her head too. He'd found every excuse to trail his fingers across her skin, hold her hips in the guise of steadying her on the ladder, and "accidentally" grazing his palm across her ass. Finally, she had to take a step back using the lame excuse of wanting to get a big picture view of the decorations they'd been working on from across the gym.

Lame? Yes.

Necessary? Oh yeah.

Her phone vibrated. Leah didn't have to look to know who was making her back pocket buzz. She'd told Gray she'd meet him at The Grange. She was the one who'd pushed him into coming to the reunion. Why? Because she may wear big girl panties, but that didn't mean she wanted to face all of her high school demons without her best friend at her side.

Of course, all of that was before she'd discovered a fifteen-carat diamond in her rental car glove box and had mind-meltingly good sex with the only man she loved and hated in equal parts. Okay, maybe hated was too strong a word. Made her nuts? Drew Jackson definitely did that—and he wasn't about to stop as long as she was figuratively cuffed to him. Just the reminder of handcuffs made her wrists sore and other parts of her tingle to life as she stared at his perfect ass going up the ladder to hang decorations. She was already searching for a somewhat secluded spot to drag him off to before her brain caught up with the bad ideas trying to hijack it.

Girl, you have got to get your head clear.

Her ass buzzed again. Gray. He was just the person to help her screw her head on right. Without giving herself time to think of what could go wrong—sexual frustration mixed with desperation was like that—she pulled out her phone and opened her Uber app. There was a car two minutes away. Perfect.

She swaggered over to where Drew stood next to a ladder looking down at a box of decorations. "I'll be back in a few."

His eyes narrowed in the way only a suspicious cop could carry off. "Where are you going?"

"To talk to Gray." She held up her phone, intimating that she was gonna make a call. By the time Drew figured it out, her ass would be on a bar stool at The Grange.

Drew’s hand cupped the curve of her waist, the pad of his thumb brushing the bare skin above her jeans, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. Her breath caught. Her pulse sped up. Anticipation sizzled in the air between them, as hot and dangerous as a live wire. She licked her lips and pressed a hand to his chest as she rose up on her tip toes—a loud wolf whistle cut through the gym followed by friendly laughter. Leah whipped her head around. Most of the people in the gym were watching. Her feet fell flat to the floor as embarrassment beat her cheeks.

"I gotta go." The words sputtered out.

Drew grinned and let his thumb dip below her waistband for half a second. "Don't go far."

She just smiled and backed away. Quick. With any luck her Uber would be waiting outside the high school's front doors.

A quick ride with a chatty driver later and she was walking into The Grange. There was a pool hall in the back, dance floor to the right, and the world's jerkiest mechanical bull. The place even smelled the same—like stale beer and good times. Damn. She'd missed this dive. A quick scan of the dim interior and she spotted Gray's dark hair and killer smile. He was such a little hottie and her life would be a million times easier if she was even the slightest bit attracted to him, but he was her bestie, her brother, her solid constant. Anyway, there was a nice girl out there for him and he'd find her eventually. If he didn't, what hope was there for someone like Leah?

As she was walking toward him, she spotted two things. One: Kate, a girl they'd gone to high school with, in super cute leather leggings sneaking peeks at Gray. Two: The Rhinestone Cowboys a few tables beyond Gray near the pool tables. Shit. Nice thinking ghosting out on Drew, you idiot. This was not good, but at least they hadn't noticed her yet. Of course, they would in a hurry if she didn't stop Gray before he hollered out her name like he looked to be about to do.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." She rushed to his side, knowing her smile had to look a little on the crazy side but unable to get her face to calm the fuck down.

"It's fine, want me to order you something?" Gray cocked his head and gave her a considering look. "You doing okay?"

Fine? Well, she wasn't currently on fire. That was good. Why had she ditched Drew? Were the FBI guys outside? It wasn't like she could walk out the door and holler “Yo, FBI dudes." Slick move, girl. Way to go.

"I'm fine." She waved him off, her gaze darting over to the Rhinestone Cowboys' table. Both were too caught up watching the perfect heart-shaped ass of the waitress who'd dropped off their beers to pay attention to anyone who walked in the door—for the moment. She needed to get out of here. Fast. "Actually, I can't stay. I need to...I just need to do a rain check. Okay?"

Gray gave her a hard look. "You going to tell me what's going on?"

Oh yeah. Like her life wasn't shitastic enough without dragging her best friend into her mess.

She leaned over him, grabbed his mug, and chugged the rest of his water before putting the empty glass down on the bar top. "Can't right now. But I will."

"You know I'm always here for you, right?"

Now wasn't that enough to melt her cold, black heart. "I do, Gray, I do. Now, why don't you stop talking to me and look around at the pretty woman with those fantastic leather leggings who keeps staring at you."