Page 47 of Whiskey Chase
I hadn’t even realized she’d broke until she moved. She’d already pocketed two balls and was lining up a third. She ran the table, shooting me sexy little looks that made my mouth dry and my dick harder than it had ever been in my life.
Pool as foreplay. I grabbed my water and nearly bobbled it when Scarlett threw her leg over the table to line up a trick shot.
“You like what you see, Devlin?” she asked sweetly.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. She sank the shot and danced a little boogie. “Winner, winner. Chicken dinner. I believe I just kicked your ass, McCallister.”
“I never had a chance.”
She danced over to me, hips swaying in time to the beat of the music. “How about you break this time?”
Every time she bent over in that skirt, I was on the verge of a heart attack.
She smirked, winked, and I was gone.
I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t do public displays of affection. It wasn’t done. But one second Scarlett was standing in front of me shimmying to the music, and the next, I had her pushed against the table while I plundered her mouth. I loved that moment when she softened into me, when she relaxed into the kiss and I was in control. Control had never mattered to me before, but now when my world had been upended, I craved it.
And Scarlett made me feel like I was both powerful and powerless. She opened for me, her hands pinned between us. And I pressed my advantage, licking into her mouth, stroking my tongue against hers. I could taste the sugar of her drink, the flavored gloss on her lips. I’d been hard all evening, and now that I was touching her, I thought I might just die.
“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” she breathed, pulling back. Her hair hung down her back, and I shoved my hands into it and nipped at her bottom lip.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like I’m the only girl in the world you want to kiss.”
I would have dived back in, but she stopped me. “Come on, handsome. I’ll let you break this time.”
She walked back to the table, and my body missed her as if she’d left the state. I took my yet-to-be-used cue, did my best to adjust my now painful hard-on, and followed her to the table. She was killing me, toying with me. And once again, I was powerless.
She racked the balls for me and leaned against the end of the table, giving me a prime view down the scoop of her tank. There was more white cotton visible, and I felt the sweat break out on my back. Was she testing me?
I lined up behind the ball, gave a few practice thrusts and shot.
The cue ball stopped dead at the top of the triangle, and two other balls slowly limped away from the grouping.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s the worst break I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m a little distracted here,” I said dryly.
“Maybe you need some personal coaching.” She trailed her fingers along the edge of the green and returned to me. “Excuse me,” Scarlett said, giving me a nudge away from the table with her ass.
She re-racked the balls. “Come here, Dev,” Scarlett said leaning over the table with her pool stick. I gritted my teeth. I approached her from behind and stopped with a breath of space between us.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Closer,” she ordered.
My cock sang hallelujah when it lined up with the sweet curves of her ass. “Good boy,” she praised. “Now come on down here.”
I leaned over her like I was taking the shot, holding the stick where her hands were. I glanced around us, but the other pool-playing patrons were busy hustling each other and telling stories. I leaned down and bit her shoulder.
“Mmmm,” she purred.
I couldn’t help myself. I flexed my hips into her, grinding my cock against her. Even through two layers of denim, I could almost feel her slick opening. She leaned back into me, neither one of us in a hurry to take the shot.
There was a commotion coming from the dance floor and stage, and the rest of the pool players went to investigate. We were all alone in the dark corner of the bar.
“What’s going on?” I breathed, nuzzling her hair.
“Probably a fight. There’s usually one or two on a Friday night. It’s what we do for entertainment in Bootleg.”
