Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears

As someone who’d found herself on the wrong side of Jeb’s accusations, I have to side with Charlotte. Who would want to get with someone who spoke to you like that? Especially in front of other people? At least Tommy pretended to adore me in public.

“Truth be told, I thought my good luck might have run out after Charlotte dumped us,” Nico continues. “But then look at who we found when we came back to the cabin…”

He hits me with a lopsided grin, and my belly flips.

“A real life Goldilocks. Beautiful, naked, and willing to indulge our lifestyle for a week. Thanks for taking this so well, by the way. I don’t mind getting turned down, but a few women have acted like we were weird creeps. I like that you asked me a bunch of questions instead of rushing to judgment.”

My cheeks heat at his positive description of me. I’m seriously not used to getting this many compliments behind closed doors and when I’m not even performing. And beautiful? Really? I can only imagine how I look right now, standing in the harsh daylight without any make-up on and only an oversized t-shirt for a 90s era heavy metal band to wear.

“I think we can look at the pregnancy tests now,” Nico says, interrupting my long list of why I’m nobody’s prize.

Okay, here goes. The literal test of my honesty.

But instead of looking down, Nico steps closer and says, “Hey, Goldie?”

“Yes?” I ask, raising my eyes to meet his. They’re deep and brown and filled with a kindness I can barely comprehend. Probably fake, but it’s nice to pretend to myself that he’s really as kind as he’s pretending to be. My heart races at his sudden nearness.

“Can I kiss you? Just once before we look at the tests? If it turns out you’re lying, I want to know what I’m missing out on.”

Smart Gina knows that strippers don’t kiss. And if we do, we’re supposed to negotiate a price.

But Dumb Gina says, “Okay,” without any fight before Smart Gina can even start making a calculation.

He leans forward like we’re in some kind of teen movie, sliding a hand over my neck and tilting my jaw up. His eyes search mine, sweet and curious. Then he smiles right before he takes my lips.

The kiss is no joke, though.

A wave of lust hits me, so instant and all-consuming, it makes my head spin. As nice as he seemed before, his tongue strokes into my mouth now, hot and demanding. And dark desire pools in my belly, wanting to give in. I’d been grateful to receive the t-shirt a few minutes ago. But now I hate it. It’s a barrier between him and me, and I want it gone.

Desires I haven’t dared to acknowledge in years volcano through me. I want to feel his skin on mine. Want him to claim other parts of me the way he’s taking my mouth. I want—

The hand on my neck suddenly slips away, and Nico groans. “We’ve got to stop…check the pregnancy test.”

The pregnancy test…

How had I forgotten about that? My skin heats again. This time with shame. One kiss and I’d completely forgotten why I was in this situation in the first place.

I exhale a long breath. Then we both look down to check out the readouts on the tests.

Chapter Seven

JEB

Nico whoops so loud, we hear him all the way up front where we’re fixing the window.

A huge grin spreads across Mitch’s face. “Looks like she wasn’t lying.”

“She’s still keeping secrets,” I grumble. I don’t like the way my heart surged when I heard Nico’s whoop. It’s not like I’m going to be taking part in the deal they made with her.

“But she’s not lying. Wasn’t that your big hang up?” Mitch asks.

No, it wasn’t my only hang up.

But Goldie isn’t the only one keeping secrets. So instead of telling him the real reason I don’t want Goldie here, I answer, “You two have fun with her. And when you wake up to find the too good to be true pregnant stripper has robbed us blind, remember I told you.”

Mitch just laughs. “Okay, whatever, man.”

Unlike Nico, he doesn’t try to change my mind. Good. Cause I’m not changing it. Even if little Goldilocks is hot as hell with curves to match. I only caught a glimpse of her naked. But that was enough to put a few images in my head.

Images of her bent over, ass up and ready for the taking.

Images of me grabbing on to those two blond braids of hers as I take her hard from behind.

Images of her….

The buzz of my phone in the front pocket of my flannel shirt interrupts the fantasies I shouldn’t be having about the intruder who shouldn’t still be in our house.

I pull the phone out. It’s a message from my agent. “Prelim meeting’s all set up for next month. Just want to double check you’re sure about this. I’m putting your needs first, but I know Mitch and Nico are not going to take it well.”