That Night (Coming Home To The Grove 4)

I hope he doesn’t ask for something that ruins how smoking hot he is!

He’s nodding his head. “Yes. I figure it’s only right. How about a game of darts?”

“Darts?” I ask him, and it comes out like I don’t even know what a dart is, but of course I do. I guess I’m just surprised. The way he’s looking at me, I thought for sure he was going to ask for more than that. “You’re on. But I have to warn you, I’m pretty good.”

He looks me up and down before resting his heated gaze back to my face. “I believe it.”

He holds his hand out as if he’s telling me to lead the way to the dartboards. By the way he’s looking at me, it seems that he’d follow me anywhere, though. I take in a deep breath and walk past him, his clean, salt of the earth scent filling my nostrils. What have I gotten myself into?DerrickLucky indeed.

All the hard work and good karma I’ve been pouring into the Keller Ranch is finally coming back around. Olivia landing in my lap was a sign from the heavens that I’m meant to enjoy my life too. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

I pick up three darts for me and three for her. I hand her a set. “Ladies first.”

She smiles at me. Her eyes are a little glassy, but she’s steady on her feet. She takes them from my hand, and I try to ignore how soft her hand is compared to mine.

She throws the first one and hits a bullseye. She turns to me with a smile on her face. Playing darts, I enjoy flirting and laughing with her. I try to distract her when she throws the darts, and she pays me back, leaning in close. Her plump breasts pressing into my back drives me crazy, and I throw darts as though it was my first time playing the game.

I stop and turn around, catching her around her waist and holding her to me. “You’re not playing fair.”

Her eyes are big, and she gives me an innocent look. “Oh, I’m sorry, were there rules that I missed?”

I shake my head. This one is trouble, there’s no doubt about it. “Fine, just remember that two can play this game. You’re up.”

She smiles at me as if she’s in charge and has me by the balls. And maybe she does, but if she’s not going to play fair, neither am I.

I move behind her close enough so she can feel the heat of my body, but not feel my touch. My hands go to her waist, and I grip on to her.

She flips her hair and looks at me over her shoulder, heat molding her gaze. “Oh, is this how it’s gonna be?”

I tighten my hold on her, barely resisting pulling her against me, and shrug my shoulders. “You can dish it out but not take it?”

She juts her chin out at me and turns back to the dartboard. She brings her arm back and throws the dart, hitting another bullseye.

She tries to play it off, but the way she’s smiling I know how pleased she is right now. We laugh so easily together.

“You’re lucky I didn’t challenge you to a game of pool because that’s my real game.”

She walks over to me and stops with the toe of her boots against mine. “You name it. I’ll play it.”

Fuck, she’s tempting. Almost too tempting.

I can already imagine what “games” I want to play with her. A number of things cross my mind, and none of them are polite to say in mixed company. She’s playing all her cards, but I can tell the alcohol has given her confidence. She has an innocence about her, and no matter how much alcohol-driven diatribe she spills, I know she isn’t ready for what I want.

I sigh, letting out a deep breath. And instead of saying what I want to say, I challenge her to another game. “Pool it is then.”4OliviaI can’t believe how much fun I’m having with a guy I find so attractive. Usually I’m tongue-tied and can’t think of anything to say. The alcohol must be helping me feel more confident because the way we are clicking just seems too easy.

I call him on his claim that he’s best at pool, and we go over to the pool tables.

He pulls a pool stick out and hands it to me. I reach out to grab it, but he holds on to it, instead pulling me toward him. We stare at each other for so long I’m pretty sure I’m about to go up in flames from the heat his gaze is putting off. I want him. There’s no doubt about it. By the way my body is reacting to him, the way my nipples are pebbled against my shirt and the hard pull in my lower belly, I definitely want him.