“What condition?” she purred.
“It’s a question, actually.”
“Ask away, cowboy.”
“Are you sleeping with any of Nash’s brothers?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, sending her blond curls skipping over her lush breasts. “Never have and never will.”
“Why not?”
“Nash might be Megan’s man, but he’s one of my best friends. It would be like sleeping with an extended family member.” She flashed Beau a seductive smile, then cupped his hand and gave it a tug. “Let’s play some pool.”
Willingly allowing Gemma to drag him to the pool table, Beau sent up a mental fist pump. He didn’t mind her bold and brazen behavior. When their game was through, he planned to invite himself back to her place. Once he had her naked in bed, he’d show her who was really in charge.
I hope Gemma’s kinky enough to let me tie her up.
Images of her writhing helplessly beneath him lit up his brain and sent blood rushing to his hardening cock.
“Do you want to break?” Gemma asked after racking the balls.
“No. Go ahead. Ladies first…always.”
The flash of arousal in Gemma’s eyes told him she understood his innuendo. So did the ragged breath she inhaled while gripping her pool stick tighter. Beau could almost feel her slender fingers wrapped around the erection trying to punch a hole through his zipper.
After lining up the cue ball, she drew the stick back and sent the balls scattering over the dull green felt, dropping three solids into separate pockets.
“I didn’t take you for a pool shark, darlin’.” Beau smirked.
Gemma raised her brown eyes and blinked before a feigned look of shock settled over her face.
“Oh, I’m not,” she protested. “I-I just got lucky. I don’t even really know how to play pool.”
Liar.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, I swear.”
“Well, let’s see if your luck holds. It’s your shot again.”
“It is? Why?”
Oh, honey, don’t give up your day job for acting. You’ll starve to death.
“Because you sank three solid balls.”
“I did? Oh, my.”
Beau knew she was purposely playing dumb but didn’t know why. Instead of calling her out, he decided to ride along and see what game she was playing, because it definitely wasn’t pool.
“Shoot again,” he instructed, nodding toward the table.
When Gemma started fumbling with the pool stick, as if she had no clue how to hold the damn thing, he bit back a grin and eased in behind her.
“Here, let me help you.”
Leaning over her hot little body, he molded his chest against her back and aligned his aching erection between her succulent ass cheeks. Beau didn’t miss the tremor quaking through her, the hitch in her breath, or the way her hands trembled. As he skimmed his palms down her arms and cupped her hands, Gemma turned her head and held him with a needy stare.
Beau leaned in, pressed his lips against her ear, and whispered, “The sooner you clear the table, the sooner we can get out of here and go back to your place for something a whole lot more fun.”
Gemma sucked in a deep breath, then wiggled her hips, grinding her lush cheeks against his steely cock. Without a word, she cleared two more balls. Three minutes later, she tapped the eight ball into the side pocket. With a sassy smile, Gemma laid her stick down and arched her brows.
“You mean like that?”
“Exactly,” he growled softly, cupping her arm and drawing her to his chest. “It’s time to get the fuck out of here before I peel off your jeans and bend your sexy ass over the pool table, darlin’.”
“I’ll get my purse.”
Turning, she strolled toward Nash and Megan—lips locked in another heated kiss—before bending and plucking her purse off the floor.
“Beau’s gonna take me home,” Gemma announced.
Without breaking the kiss, Nash gave her a thumbs up, then sank his fingers into Megan’s hair.
Dismissing the lovebirds, Beau slid his hand to the small of Gemma’s back and ushered her out of the bar. After helping her up into his truck, he hurried in behind the wheel. Gemma slid across the bench seat, snuggled up beside him, and rubbed his leg while directing him toward the edge of town. She was all but in his lap when she pointed to a tiny white house with black shutters. Beau pulled into the driveway and cut the engine a second before Gemma grabbed the back of his neck and hauled his lips to hers in a raw, urgent kiss.
He liked a woman who knew what she wanted, but he didn’t like them being the aggressor. Sinking a fist into Gemma’s hair, he gave a soft tug and slightly eased her from his lips.
“I’m in charge now, darlin’. You got a problem with that?”
“No. No problem at all. Do anything you want to me…just do it now. My whole body is aching,” she moaned.
“I’ll take care of that pesky ache, darlin’…once we get—”
Beau was interrupted by the blare of a horn, followed by the slash of blinding headlights in his rearview.
Gemma tore from his arms and snapped her head toward the lights. A look of terror suddenly lined her face.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she cried, scurrying to the passenger side of the truck.
“What’s wrong?”