Page 53 of Book Boyfriends
“Owen?” A furrow notches Davis’s brow “Like in your books?”
“It’s a common name.” I swat the air.
One dark eyebrow cocked, Davis studies Owen.
“I’m…Peach’sfriend.” A question mark is almost visible in the wrinkle of Owen’s brow at me being called Peach. “Justfriends,” he adds, reaching out his hand to Davis.
“I’m Davis… Her Davis.” Taking Owen’s hand, he clicks his tongue twice. “I mean Peach’s…Georgia’sfriend…” He clicks his tongue again. “I work with her brother Jackson.”
“I know Jackson. We’re pickleball friends.”
Davis’s head tilts. “I’ve never seen you at the court before.”
“New pickleball friends,” I blurt.
“Okay.” Davis juts his chin to Owen. “You should come with him on Saturday. It was just going to be Jackson and me, since the rest of the regulars all have plans.” He clicks his tongue.“Though that makes the teams uneven. You can do one-on-ones or doubles. Maybe we can round robin a few matches or?—”
“I’ll bring my friend Lars. He’s very competitive.” Owen tosses me a wink. “Maybe Peach will come to cheer us on.”
“It’s an indoor court,” Davis teases.
A silent laugh lights my face. “I am an indoorsy girl.”
“So, you’ve read Peach’s books?” Tipping his head toward Davis, Owen pushes his hands into his pockets.
“Twice Baked Loveand I’m halfway throughThe Duke’s Darling.” His gaze meets mine. “I hear it’s her best one.”
Swoon!Someone get my smelling salts.With a bite of the inside of my cheek, I attempt to quell the heated tipsiness fogging my brain from making good choices. Friendship may be the nature of my relationship with Owen, but there are still two other potential suitors to deal with. Until I can discover a way to send them back to their stories, I shouldn’t indulge in this gooey sensation inside me about Davis. I should say goodbye and leave with Owen.
“You’re halfway through it?” I ask.Really, Georgia? You’re the literal worst.
“Yeah.”
“Me too!” Owen grins. “Isn’t our Peach a talented writer?” He nudges me with his elbow.
It’s not subtle, and it’s one hundred percent something Hope would do.No wonder there’s no chemistry with Owen.
“She’s very talented. I’ve been up late the last few nights because of her.” A seductive grin flexes the corners of his mouth, causing a clench in my core. “I’ll admit that I’m not sure how I feel about Lord James. He’s a bit of a smug bastard.”
“He grows on you.” Owen chuckles. “Wait, are you at the part in Lady Cecily’s father’s study?”
“Yeah.” Davis’s ears turn bright pink.
That scene may be one of my steamiest. Lady Cecily, her cries of passion muffled after she lets Lord James ball up his cravat and shove it into her mouth, sits on the edge of her father’s desk, her legs wide. On his knees before her, Lord James, almost a little feral, fucks her with his mouth, her father just down the hall unaware of his rival’s ravishment of his daughter.
“Oh…Thatscene.” I swallow thickly, imagining myself on that desk and Davis between my legs.Stop it, Georgia!
“Yeah,” he says, his darkening gaze falls to my lips.
It may be my own attraction speaking, but the lust-filled thoughts are almost visible in his pupils. Like a picture window, showing me the filthy things he imagines, all of which involve us reenacting the spicier parts of my books.
“Yeah,” I repeat, desire swelling between my thighs.
“It waswellwritten.” Owen’s cough extinguishes the charge in the air.
In its place, awkwardness hangs. It’s clear we should all depart. Owen and I are off to continue our non-date, and Davis to whatever plans he has for tonight. Still, we all remain on the sidewalk.
“Ice cream!” Owen claps his hands together. “We were just about to get some ice cream, want to join?”
