"It's not a trick, Tria. It's just a game of pool."
He has to be shit-face drunk right now to even think I'd fall for something like that.
"What're you drinking?" he asks.
I glance down at the fourth glass of vodka I've had. I hit the strong stuff once I realized Kode was here.
"Vodka."
He motions for a waitress and he orders us two more glasses of our drinks before he walks over to me, making me falter for my footing. I wish he'd stop looking at me like that. Is this my punishment? What game is he playing?
"Hitting the hard stuff, Tria?" he asks, coming to stand behind me while placing a pool stick directly in front of my body. "One game."
I shiver when my body refuses to be as strong against him as my mind.
"I'll even let you go first," he says, making it sound so much dirtier than necessary as his breath coats my ear with a teasing touch.
Damn him.
"Fine," I mutter while taking the stick away from him, and ignoring his hard as hell length against my back before stepping away. "One game. And if you do anything to embarrass me, I'll break this stick on your balls. Got it?"
Why am I doing this? Any sane girl who knows Kode as well as I do would run away before he can execute whatever terrible plan of torture he has in mind.
"Got it," he says, grinning like he has already won.
I warily step to the other side of the table, and I do my best to focus on breaking the balls. I strike the white ball hard, but it rolls right instead of into the triangle.
Crap.
"Here," he says, walking around the table to come stand behind me again. Damn. Why is he so hard? "You're doing it wrong. Let me show you."
His body rests over mine as he leans against me and wraps his arms around me to change my hold on the stick. "Like this," he says against my ear, pressing harder against me. "And then one easy stroke with just the right amount of force will be perfect."
I swallow hard. I really don't like this game.
The waitress returns with a glass of vodka for me, and I almost run out of the intimate position we're in before I guzzle it down. I should leave. But I can't. My twisted mind keeps wanting him to play with me a little more. I really need to get laid if I'm fantasizing about what it would be like to be bent over a pool table by Kode Sterling.
***
KODE
I'm about to explode. Every time I help her line up her next shot, I press my cock as hard against her as I possibly can. Surely she's felt it by now. She has to be turned on. Doesn't she?
I need a CAT scan.
Maverick and Corbin are still clueless about who I'm with. Apparently they don't recognize her any better than I did, but they're staying on the far side of the bar, completely engulfed by the women around them. I've ignored the curious looks from Raya and Kade. If I don't find a way to fuck Tria and get this over with, I might commit myself to the asylum.
Surely if I fuck her, then I'll be fine. It'll be out of my system.
Tria was always pretty enough, but it was hard to see her as anything other than the enemy because of Rain. Now... I fucked up by not knowing it was her. Had I known right away it was her, then I wouldn't have fallen into this nonsensical infatuation.
"Eight ball, corner pocket," she says, bending over right in front of me.
I groan as her dress slides up just enough to make me want to slam into her from behind. I want to be buried inside her right now. I can't do it. It's Tria. She's hotter than I've ever fucking noticed before, but it's Tria, damn it.
"Never gonna happen," I mutter, reminding myself this is off limits.
"Watch me," she says, thinking I was referring to her shot.