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 slowly 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 my back and wraps his arms around me to adjust 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 what it would be like to be bent over a pool table by Kode Sterling.
Chapter 2
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.
I step closer, my feet moving of their own accord, and I run my hand over her ass before I realize what I’m doing. I shouldn’t have had so much liquor. It makes me too hands-on.
She stiffens under my touch, and I give her ass a squeeze, feeling my dick almost try to detach after the extended amount of time it’s been fully erect. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever needed to fuck someone so badly in all my life.
My emotions and thoughts keep contradicting themselves, making it hard to decipher what the hell I’m actually going to do.
“I need to go,” she says, putting the pool stick down on the table without attempting her shot.
She staggers slightly, and I wrap my arms around her to steady her... Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
“You’re drunk,” I say, waving at the waitress to bring over my tab. “You can’t drive.”
“I have a hotel room,” she mumbles. “Across the street. I planned ahead.”
She had to mention a hotel. Damn. And what was she planning for?
“Don’t tell me you came here to get laid,” I almost growl.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t. I need to go. Mission not accomplished.”
Really? She’s not the least bit turned on by me? After all that?
“I’ll walk you.” I’m a little pissed that she was going to fuck some stranger but not me. At least she knows me.