“Darling, she derives pleasure from power.” I loosened my hold on her neck, “And controlling me is the biggest flex to her when she’s inside of our relationship. Nothing more.”
“Maybe.” Knox stood up and pulled Hannah in for a kiss, lingering against her lips as he teased her before turning to me and doing the same. “But I know without a doubt that it made her wet when she tasted me off these perfect tits.” He reached over and slid his hand up Hannah’s oversized shirt and toyed with her bare nipples. “And I know I want to do it all over again soon.”
“Me too.” Hannah admitted, grinning at him as he played with her while she was still very much in my hold. “I just don’t know how to approach her without knowing exactly what she felt about it all.”
“Easy.” Knox grabbed her phone off the counter and opened it up while simultaneously grabbing his own phone and mashing at the screen.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked, trying to lean over and see what our tricky boyfriend was doing, though I had a pretty good idea.
“There.” Knox made a show of locking Hannah’s phone and holding out his own between us to see a text message he just sent.
Tallman’s Tavern. 8 P.M. Show up if you want more of last night.
-Knox
“Oh my god, you did not.” Hannah shrieked, swatting him. “That’s such a dude move!”
“So?” He shrugged, and looked at me, “Oh, like you weren’t trying to come up with a way to get our girl round two yourself.”
“I was brainstorming, though I can’t say as I would have done it exactly that way.” I tilted my head to the side, seeing the reason behind his impulsive move.
“You guys kill me sometimes,” Hannah groaned, rubbing her forehead with her hand, “She’s going to think I’m desperate or deranged. It’s cardinal rule number one! Girls don’t call first after the first hook up!”
“Uh, excuse me,” Knox shuddered, “How the fuck would you know anything about any of that exactly?”
“And did you forget that Lex is a woman too?” I pointed out, talking reason through Knox’s flare for dramatics. “Maybe she was waiting for one of us to reach out first.”
“Not a chance.” Hannah shook her head as panic filled her body.
Ding!
Knox’s phone alerted to a new message, cutting her off and surprising us all. He opened the message, grinning like the cat that ate the fucking canary, and then held his phone out for us.
See you there.
-Xo
“Holy fuck.” Hannah whispered, sagging on the counter as we all paused in a bit of shock. I didn’t think Knox’s plan had a chance in hell of working. Yet it did. “Holy fuck.” She repeated.
“You’d better make sure you have a sexy as fuck outfit for the occasion.” I drew her attention back to me, kissing her sensually until she leaned into me and gave into the trap I was laying. “Because I’m the one making the wagers tonight, and I won’t fold in the face of danger.”
Despite being a Sunday night, the place was crowded.
I took another drink off my beer as I watched Hannah lean over the pool table and line up her shot.
Fucking hell, she looked sexy. I wasn’t dumb enough to think she wore that outfit for me, but I was sure as fuck going to enjoy the show, knowing I was the lucky cuss taking her home in it.
She wore a bright pink tank top that hugged her body like a second skin. It wasn’t low cut, but it hugged her tits and every time she bent over, they swelled over the top of the fabric, and I wondered if they would actually pop out or not. So I stared, every single time. Her ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the frayed white cut-offs, and the hot pink cowboy boots she wore matched perfectly. Her hair was up off her neck in a twist and I wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of it and drag her against my body for taste.
She was breathtaking.
And she was horny. Her skin was flushed, and she glanced at the door and the old Budweiser clock over my shoulder every ten seconds in anticipation.
It was eight fifteen, making Lex officially late. But I wasn’t worried, because there wasn’t a person on the earth that could stay away when Hannah’s sweet little body was offered for the taking.
Knox was a ball of sexual tension as well, pacing back and forth as he waited for his turn. He was normally more in control of himself than that, but I guess it made sense that he’d be keyed up waiting for her arrival tonight, given that just last night, Alexi Donovan had wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it.
She purposely left me out last night, and she did it as a form of punishment because of how much she disliked me. But she didn’t realize that while she was busy playing with Hannah and teasing Knox, I had nothing to do but watch her.
To study her.
To memorize her.
And when she wasn’t paying attention, she let her guard slip just enough that I could learn some things about her. Things I bet most people didn’t know at all.
Things I bet she wouldn’t want me, of all people, to have figured out.
And I planned to keep them to myself until the right time to use them in my favor.
“Oh, come on,” Hannah whined, as her ball banked hard to the left and bounced off the rail, missing the pocket she was aiming for. “Ugh.” She pursed her lips and looked at the clock over my shoulder again.
“She’ll be here.” Knox tried reassuring her, as he watched her get more and more deflated with each minute that passed.
“What if she doesn’t show?” She asked, looking at me for guidance. Before I could even give it to her, I noticed how more than a few heads in the bar careened around other patrons as they all tried to get a glimpse of something by the front door.
“She’s here.” I announced to the two of them even though I couldn’t see proof of it. I could feel her.
