Page 113 of The Hot Shot
She huffs and glares as I straddle her hips and cage her in.
“Dickhead,” she mutters, but there’s no anger to it. Her lips quirk and then she lets out a laugh, as if she can’t help it. And I love that about her, this gruff girl with the fierce armor, who can’t help but laugh at my teasing.
She smiles up at me, and my chest suddenly hurts. Ink-black hair spread out like a fan on the sheets, bottle-green eyes glinting with happiness, pretty pink mouth smiling wide, she’s the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, fuck, Chester Copper, I’m so gone on you. There’s no coming back from it.”
I kiss those candy lips. “Haven’t you figured it out?” I say against them. “Every time I call you Chester, I’m saying I adore you. I fucking adore every part of you.”
She makes a soft noise in her throat, her gaze running over me like warm honey. “Finn... You don’t fight fair.”
“I never will when it comes to you, Chess. You’re my girl, and I’m your guy. Fate knows it. I know it. Now get with the program.”
I move to kiss her again when the doorbell rings. I’m tempted to ignore it, but Chess knows me too well.
“Go get our pizza,” she says. “I’m starving.”
My stomach growls, agreeing with her. I give her a quick kiss, and then jump off the bed to find something to put on. I grab a pair of pajama pants and hop into them. The doorbell rings again.
“Fuck, I’m coming already,” I say, not bothering with a shirt since the pizza guy is clearly impatient as all hell.
It rings a third time as I’m opening the door. “Man, it’s a good thing I’m hungry or—”
I freeze, my mouth hanging open. Britt stands in the hall, swathed in some fuzzy cape thing and a cloud of expensive perfume. “Britt?”
She moves right past me, her long legs striding with purpose. “Did you forget about our meeting up?”
In a fog, I close the door and follow her into the hall. “Meeting?”
Britt turns and steps into my personal space. “Finn, I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
I hold my hands up. “What are you talking about?”
Britt halts, but then stands tall. “About us. I think we should try to be together.”
“Britt, we were never—”
“But we could be,” she says, her gaze searching my face. “Fate brought us together.”
“And it broke us apart,” I snap without thinking, then grimace when I see her flinch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“You did. And I understand.” Her hand lifts as if beseeching me. “That’s why I think we could be good for each other.”
“I’m not getting what you mean.” Sweat breaks out on my skin. I glance toward the bedroom where Chess is waiting for me. I should warn her that Britt is here, but I don’t want to make this any worse.
Britt stands in front of me. Too close. “Maybe we could heal, if we...” She lifts her hand again in a helpless gesture. “Had another one...”
Like that, my heart breaks for her. “Oh, honey, no.” I clasp her shoulders and find them trembling. “No, Britt.”
But she doesn’t seem to hear me. Before I can say a word, she presses against me, her mouth seeking mine.
Chess
Finn is taking too long with the pizza, and frankly I’m too starving to wait for him to bring it in here. Sex with Finn makes me hungry. Grinning at the idea of placing a bed next to the kitchen, I pull on one of his oversize jerseys. The silky material skims the sensitive tips of my nipples as it settles over me and falls to my upper thighs. The fact that I even notice my nipples makes me laugh a little.
God, he’s turned me into a hedonist.
That stupid smile is still on my face when I waltz out of his bedroom and run straight into a model-sized nightmare.
