Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

My brows went up. “Well, that wasn’t a denial.”

“Uhh…”

I laughed, pushing to my feet, and dropping my shades down on top of Sara’s tote. “Yeah, I’ll let you uh on that for a minute while I go get myself a real drink. This is turning into a hell of a day.”

Her head fell forward with a gentle shake and I gave her shoulder a light squeeze before snaking through the crowd. Who’d have thought it? Sweet, quiet, little Sara, boning the stepbro.

Grabbing a plastic cup from the countertop, I filled it to the brim.

“That’s some bikini, Snow Queen.” Leon’s deep voice sounded right by ear, making me jump.

Cool liquid sloshed over the edge of the cup and spattered over my thighs. My lids slid closed as I pulled air in through my nose, and the only thoughts I had about Leon and his balls currently, were the ones where I ripped them from his body and stuffed them down his throat. So, business as usual. Thank fucking god.

I took a quick glance down and swiped at the sticky liquid coating my legs as I muttered, “There’s a whole roomful of people here, Bradshaw. Surely you can find someone else to irritate the shit out of. Go find a friend.”

Those pillowy lips curved as he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms over the wide expanse of his chest. Muscles I wasn’t even aware he possessed shifted and bulged, and my thoughts took another deviant turn. I threw a mouthful of beer down my throat and forced my eyes anywhere else.

Thought we agreed not to make it a habit, bitch?

He’s still bare-chested, my mind argued.

And it was a fair fucking point. I’d defy a nun to keep her thoughts pure when presented with this shit.

“… friend.”

“What?” I barked, my head popping up as I caught the tail end of Leon’s sentence.

“I said, you’re my friend.”

“Who told you that?”

He smirked. “You seemed pretty friendly when you were eye-fucking me out in the pool.”

“Eye-fucking you?” I repeated with a frown, injecting a healthy dose of scorn into my tone. Because it didn’t matter how true his statement was, I’d drown in a sea of my own lies before I admitted it to him. “Think the heat’s gone to your head, Pretty Boy.”

That sexy smirk elongated. “Which head?”

I hit him with a look of disdain, but before I could take my next breath, he was right in front of me, so close that the whiskers of his jaw scraped my cheek. My body tensed.

“Ready to give it another squeeze?” His husky voice vibrated across the surface of my skin, and I pulled in a breath through my nose, trying to suppress the effect it had on me. For a split second, part of me was tempted—my body even swayed closer to his.

And then my instincts kicked in.

This was Leon, for Christ’s sake! Leon.

My gaze cut to his face, narrowed and firing, only to find his deep blue eyes watching me, uncharacteristically serious and abuzz with curiosity. He leaned back and thumbed his jaw, his blonde head cocked to the side as he looked at me like he was trying to take a glimpse inside my head.

The edges of my lips turned down. I didn’t need Leon looking at me like I was a puzzle to solve. Today aside, I knew where I stood with him, and that’s exactly how I liked it. This was a blip. There was no room for ambiguity. I knew exactly who Leon was—a sculpted chest and above-average dick didn’t change that.

I trailed my eyes down over his body, trying and failing to bypass the chiselled abs, and settled my gaze on his blue board shorts. Specifically, the groin area.

“Got a favorite nut, Pretty Boy?” I mused, tapping a finger on my bottom lip.

“What?”

I peered up. “Those huge balls of yours, do you prefer one over the other?”

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Got a healthy amount of respect for both of ‘em, Snow Queen.”