Page 71 of Sweet Surrender
“We’ll have to use what our mamas gave us. New plan: seduction is our weapon,” Justine said.
“For real?” Taylor gaped at her.
“Do you want Blake to name my baby Mötley Crüe? Or after a motorcycle? I can’t wait to introduce you to baby Ducati Miller!”
Taylor sighed. “No.”
“Then get sexy, now!”
“Some of us don’t need to try,” Christy’s smug smile made Taylor snort with laughter.
“Just think sexy, Taylor, and go with your instincts. Aaaand break!” Justine clapped her hands together and they joined the men on the court.
“You ladies ready?” Dean asked, spinning the ball on his index finger, trying to intimidate them.
“Nearly, one question though. I don’t wanna confuse my little lady brain on the teams so are y’all gonna be shirts and we’ll be skins?” Christy asked, cocking her head innocently, gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head.
“Fuck no!” Dean yelled and pulled her shirt back down.
“Why have I seen her shirtless twice in the last twenty-four hours?” Taylor asked Justine who just winked at her and mimedget sexy!
“Okay ladies, I think I see where this is going, and I’ve got to say I’m a little disappointed in you. I think you just set feminism back fifty years at least with that little stunt. But if you wanna play dirty then we can accommodate,” Blake said, then gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to Justine.
“Wait, it’s backfiring, no fair!” Justine whined and Taylor watched her run her eyes over Blake’s torso lecherously. Dean laughed and removed his shirt, earning a curse and a glower from Christy. Taylor’s eyes shot straight to Beau. His revelation last night of having no confidence had shocked the hell out of her. Had heseenhimself? Holy hell. That’s why she’d gotten a little loose-lipped in telling him exactly what she thought of him. She wondered what he thought of the things she said.
Her eyes stayed on him, and she was stunned when he smiled shyly at her and slowly pulled his shirt off, tossing it at her, hitting her in the face. She scrabbled with the material, desperate to get a view of him. There he was.Finally!Her eyes drank in the sight of him hungrily. And God, was it a sight to behold.
He was magnificent. Rope after rope of muscle cascaded down his chest and abdomen and oh crap, hedidhave the elusive eight-pack. Her hands twitched to press each of the muscles that popped in front of her, to feel him beneath her fingers again. She spotted the silvery stretchmarks stark against his tan skin, streaking across his shoulder to his biceps and some around the curve of his hips and stomach but that was all. She didn’t care about those or the patch of skin he mentioned on his abdomen, they were actually very sexy. They were evidence of his journey, his weight battle fought and won, hisstrength.
Shit had she actually agreed they wouldn’t sleep together again? As she stood here taking in the sight of him she struggled to remember why. Her mouth ran dry as she continued cataloging every inch of him. She finally met his stare and a strange smile played at his lips, one she hadn’t seen before, almost devilish.
“Let’s go, ladies. First to ten wins,” Dean said.
“Is that it?” Taylor asked, unable to tear her eyes from Beau’s chest, her tongue barely moving in her mouth it was so heavy.
“We’re doing three rounds,” Beau said, crossing his arms over his pecs, making her want to sink her teeth into the skin. God, she needed to calm down.
They took their places on the court, Blake giving Justine the universal signal forI’m watching youand then they began.
Chapter 19
The game turned into an epic clusterfuck.
Beau watched as Christy dribbled the ball up the court, Dean right behind her ready to snatch it away. Then Christy turned slightly and all of a sudden, she was rubbing up against Dean. Her ass pressed back into his crotch, once, twice, then Dean spun away leaving her unguarded as she raced up the court to shoot.
“What the fuck Dean, get the ball!” Blake shouted.
Dean faced the opposite way, his hands on his hips. “I, uh, just need a minute, guys,” he shouted back.
“Unfuckingbelievable,” Beau muttered under his breath, chasing after Christy but he was too late. Her tiny body leapt into the air to make a shot and the ball sailed through the net with a delicateswish.Beau fixed her with a sharp glare but she just gave him a coy smile and twirled a blonde curl around her pinkie like butter wouldn’t melt.
“I see you, Christy. Damn cheats, all three of you!” Beau shouted, indignation firing his blood.
“Walk it off, man,” Blake said, rubbing Beau’s shoulders.
Beau shrugged him off. “I’m cool, I’m cool.”
Christy high-fived Taylor who shot him a smug look before her eyes dipped to his chest which was damp with perspiration. He flexed a pec, the muscle jumping, and her gaze turned downright obscene. If the ladies were going to play dirty, maybe he could use his assets too. After the things Taylor said last night, and the looks she was giving him today, he felt the beginning of a newfound confidence in himself. The look she’d given him when he’d taken his shirt off was two partscome fuck meand one partmineand he loved it. Except she had put an end to any more sexy shenanigans between them.
