Page 5 of Wicked Intentions (Wicked Games 3)
I smile blandly at him. He stalks off like a wounded puppy.
Angeline gently pushes me away, smooths a hand over her hair, and looks like she’s trying to rearrange her face into something a little more composed than the horny-sex-kitten expression she’s wearing now.
“Hey, Angel.” When she glances at me sharply, I explain. “I’m calling you Angel now. Less formal, since we’re such good friends and all. As I was saying—Angel—I have to go distribute these drinks before one of those animals in the pool throws something at me, so I want you to sit here and think about what you’re gonna say to me when I get back.”
I stand, pop one of her conch croquettes into my mouth, chew, and swallow. “And make it good. If I find out you’re just a pretty face, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”
Her smile is the definition of smug. “A pretty face who can make a soldier who survived three shots to the stomach swoon from just a kiss,” she says in that seductive accent of hers.
She takes one of the conch croquettes and bites into it with the unstudied elegance of a queen. I want to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, take her upstairs to my room, and fuck the living daylights out of her until we’re both exhausted, but I smile at her instead.
Time enough for that later. Right now I’ve gotta distribute some drinks.
I grab the beers and Tabby’s water and leave Angeline with a wink. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but she’s smiling, so I know she thinks I’m cute. Pretending my dick isn’t tenting the front of my shorts like the big top at a circus, I swagger back to the pool.
When I get there, Darcy takes one look at my crotch and says, “Uh, Ryan? Unless you’re starring in a Viagra commercial we don’t know about, you might wanna wrap a towel around your waist. That thing needs its own zip code.”
Connor hoots. Tabby and Kai look politely in different directions. “Ew,” Juanita says with perfect teenage disdain.
“Cut the poor guy some slack,” says Connor, chuckling. “He’s on vacation.”
Darcy snorts. “So that means we all have to be subjected to a front-row viewing of his monster boner? I don’t think so. I mean, it’s a beautiful thing, Ry, but seriously, you might as well be naked.”
She stares right at my dick the entire time she talks. Kai frowns and nudges her with his elbow. “What?” she asks innocently. “I’m telling him to put it away!”
Juanita slides into the pool with a muttered “You guys are gross,” and swims off.
I crouch down, set all the drinks on the edge of the pool, and say in a low voice, “So don’t be surprised if I miss dinner tonight. Somethin’ else came up.”
Darcy cackles. “You don’t say!”
I glare at her. Why the woman always has to use the volume of a carnival barker when she talks is beyond me. I think my hearing capacity has been reduced by at least 20 percent since I met her.
“Why don’t you bring your new friend to dinner with us?” Tabby asks.
When I cast a doubtful glance at her, she s
ighs. “It’s our last night on the island, Ryan. Who knows when we’ll all be together like this again. C’mon. You can sacrifice one hour in between…” She waves a hand vaguely in the air. “Whatever it is you’ll be doing.”
If I’m being honest, I don’t think I can. That one taste of Angeline knocked me flat on my ass. I feel like a junkie after a high. All I want is more, more, more.
But tomorrow Connor and Tabby are off to island-hop for the rest of their honeymoon, and the rest of us are back to our real lives in New York, so Tabby has a valid point. It would be impolite to bail on our last dinner together just for some mind-blowingly hot sex with an incredibly beautiful, sensual, and fascinating stranger.
I mean…right?
Watching my face, Tabby says drily, “Don’t break your brain trying to decide, Boner Boy.”
“Leave him alone, woman.” Connor wraps his arm around Tabby’s waist and drags her against him. He smiles down at her. “If he makes it, he makes it. If he doesn’t, I can’t honestly say I blame him.” He lowers his voice. “Seriously, princess. Look at her.”
Tabby’s brows lift. “Oh, you think she’s hot, jarhead?”
Darcy mutters, “Uh-oh.”
“Not my type,” Connor says instantly. “But I can see the appeal.” When Tabby just keeps staring at him, he clears his throat. “For someone else. Not me, obviously.”
“Mm-hmm,” Tabby says.
Darcy makes an “ooh” sound that’s like You are so dead right now, while Kai watches the exchange with his typical batshit-crazy grin.
