Page 59 of Sweet Shots

“Don’t really have the time.”

Storm moves to the head of the table to break. When the ball hits the formation, there’s a loud crack and balls scatter all over the table. I glance up to see Mikah watching, seeming impressed. Two balls go into the pockets, one of each.

“Call it,” Chester says, running his hand through his hair.

Storm looks at me.

“Solids,” I say.

“Solids,” Storm repeats, looking at Chester. He then goes back to the table to shoot another ball in before missing the next. He comes to stand beside me as Chester takes his shot.

“He mad or what?” Storm asks quietly, placing the butt of his stick on the floor in front of him and leaning into it.

“Nah, not mad. Jealous, yes. And I fucking love it.”

Storm smiles. “So that’s how it is?”

I shrug. “It’s all new, man. So yeah, seems like it.”

He nods in approval. “Okay, I get it.”

“You’re up, Dominic,” Zed calls out.

I go to the table, making sure to find a shot that’ll put my ass toward Storm. I look up at Mikah and wink before bringing my attention back to the table. I take my shot, getting the ball in the pocket, but the white ball follows.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Stop flirting and pay attention,”Storm mutters.

I flip him the middle finger and go over to Mikah to grab my beer.

“You’re good,” he says.

“I’m okay. I haven’t played in a while.”

“Better than me.”

“Maybe I’ll teach you one day.”

“Maybe I’d like that,” he taunts, bringing the bottle to his lips.

I kiss him quickly.

“So, question,” I say. He raises a brow. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven, why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend and I should know these things.” I grin at him. “I’m thirty-three, in case you were wondering.”

“Dominic!” Storm shouts. Mikah looks up, his expression unreadable as he stares at Storm behind me. This is going to be one fun night.

Chapter Twenty-One

Mikah

Dominic falls against his front door with a loud thud, laughing as he pulls his keys from his pocket to let us in.

We stayed at the bar until after closing, drinking beers, taking shots, and playing pool. Dominic tried teaching me, but I suck so bad that it just turned into a reason for him to grope me, which I didn’t hate. Especially in front of the people who were there. I liked that they knew I was his.

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