Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

“You too. Had to explain who I was because you had that look of death on your face. I just got here, can’t be killed yet,” he jokes, and Posey looks over at me, grinning.

I get out of the booth as she smacks his chest. “I didn’t even know you were coming into town so soon.”

I know they grew up together, but I don’t like how much they are touching. He seems completely unaffected by it, though, and so does she. That alone should make me feel better.

It doesn’t.

“Wasn’t going to, but Ally convinced me. I tried calling my brother. Is he boning your sister?”

Posey scoffs. “No. I think he’s drunk.”

“Ah, no wonder he isn’t answering.” He then hooks his thumb to me. “This guy looks cooler than that Maxim asshole.”

She leaves his side to come to mine, taking my hand in hers. “He’s all right.” As I look down at her, I have to remind myself that she isn’t Julia. That I know she wouldn’t cheat on me. She’s too good for that.

But I thought Julia was too.

“All right, we’re out of here,” Posey says and starts to pull me along, but Asher stops her. He leans in to say something in her ear, but then Posey’s cousin is talking to me.

“I’m Ally, Posey’s cousin.”

I shake her hand. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she says, and then she grins. “Take care of her.”

“Will do,” I say. My eyes are totally focused on whatever Asher is saying in Posey’s ear. “Are you two together?”

When all three of them start laughing, I find Posey and Asher are standing closer than I realized.

Asher shakes his head. “No, man. She’s my best friend.”

I raise a brow. I have a hard time believing that. I don’t think men and women can be friends. There is always that sexual pull. Or maybe that’s just my jealousy issue. I don’t know, but when Posey drags me toward her, grinning at him, the jealousy runs deep and hot. “Whatever. Just give up and get married and have babies.”

Ally glares. “Bye, Posey. Bye, Boon. It was nice to meet you.”

I wave good-bye, and once outside, Posey wraps her arms around my waist. I find myself asking, “What did he say to you?”

She looks up at me, her eyes so sweet. “That he loves how happy I look.” She does look happy. Real happy. “I told him it’s because of you. You’re basically his new favorite person, he said.”

Her words calm me, and I gotta remember this. I am not threatened by Asher. He’s known Posey her whole life, and it’s me who has made her happy. She’s mine. Completely mine, and when we get home, she’ll be even more mine. I lean down, kissing her forehead, and softly whisper, “Well, you’re mine.”

“I am?”

“Don’t ask it as a question. Just know it.”

Her eyes darken, and as she presses her lips into my shoulder, I kiss her forehead.

It’s not a question. It’s a truth. I just can’t let my jealousy get in the way.

* * *

I think we started kissing the moment the door shut behind us.

Posey’s lips are dangerous against mine as I walk backward toward my bed. I turn her in my arms, the backs of her knees hitting the end my bed as we yank at each other’s clothes. I pull her blouse up and over her head before throwing it behind me. She untucks my shirt and undoes my belt and pants as I unfasten her bra. I take one of her breasts in my mouth and the other in my hand, squeezing the nipple as she pushes my pants down my hips. Her head drops back as I suck on her nipple, needing to taste her peaks more than I ever could have thought. She spears her fingers into my hair as I run my teeth along the top of her breasts, licking the curve of them before flicking my tongue to each nipple. I kiss my way down her ribs, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and pulling it down her thighs. I scrape my teeth over her stomach, licking around her belly button before I kiss her hip and take her ass in my hands. When I don’t feel fabric there, I groan against her belly.

“I’m about to tear this thong off you.”

She moves her fingers along my scalp. “Then I’m taking a pair of your boxers home.”

Done. I rip the fabric off in one tug, and then I’m face-to-face with her glistening center. I press my lips to her mound and inhale deeply as her cries of pleasure fill my room. “Sit down,” I demand, and she does as I ask. I press her thighs apart before pushing them wider with my shoulders and opening her up for me. She’s even prettier than I remember. She falls back onto the bed once my mouth captures her slick lips. I’m met with the most unbelievable cry that has me harder than a boulder.