Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Unfortuitously, with Drake standing right here I can’t so much as start a conversation with Kiera, so I’ve got to be content with watching her.
Lusting after her, really.
She’s sexy as fuck tonight in a pair of jeans with rips in the thighs and knees and a pair of brown winter boots. She’s wearing a loose white button-up blouse that’s tucked in and capped off with a brown leather belt. All that glorious blond hair hangs over her shoulders and spills down her back, but my favorite part of her ensemble is that her top three buttons are undone. Every time she’s at the far end of her pool table and bends over to take a shot, I get a nice peek at the swell of her breasts.
Of course, everyone has the same view as I do, but when I glance around, no one is looking the way I am. I’m assuming that’s because her brother is looming beside us, or maybe I’m just a fucking pervert but this woman is driving me crazy.
And if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’s intentionally giving me a show because every once in a while, her gaze will cut to me as if she’s making sure I’m watching.
“Your shot,” Kiera says as she hands Stevie her pool stick.
The match-up is interesting. I know for a fact that Stevie is an incredible player and sadly, Kiera is not. Their pairing does stand up well against Drake and Hendrix, who are both decent.
“I’m going to get us another round,” Drake says to his sister.
When he walks off, my heart pounds as Kiera meanders over to me. With Camden on the other side of the table, and Hendrix and Stevie in the vicinity, I cannot enact any hard-core flirting, but I do manage to stake my claim. “Glad to see you here tonight.”
“Goes both ways,” she says, her eyes pinned on Stevie as she goes on a run.
She cleanly sinks the five and engages in her own flirting with Hendrix. I don’t begrudge them because I want to do the same.
Laughing, Stevie moves to Hendrix and fists his shirt. She pulls him in close for a swift kiss, but he doesn’t let her pull away. I can’t quite hear the words, but I can see his mouth moving against hers and I can read his lips.
I love you.
“Disgusting display, isn’t it?” Kiera murmurs as she leans my way.
“I can barely stand to look,” I quip, and we grin at each other. She thinks Hendrix and Stevie are cute, same as me, but the PDA isn’t something either of us particularly like. That’s the way of it for those of us committed to the single life.
Hendrix releases Stevie and says, “Put us out of our misery.”
And she does.
Just as Drake returns with beers, Stevie runs the table and cleanly sinks the eight ball. “Damn,” he mutters, handing over drinks. He then pulls out his wallet and hands Kiera a twenty.
“You thought I’d be a liability to Stevie, didn’t you?” she says, then kisses the bill.
Drake snorts. “I thought Hendrix and I would at least have a fighting chance with you as Stevie’s partner.”
“Want to go double or nothing?” Kiera asks her brother, and there’s no mistaking the taunt. I can tell these two are close, but there’s also rivalry.
“No fucking way,” Drake says, his gaze moving to Brienne playing pool on the next table over with some of Stevie’s regular customers. “Going to go watch my girl play.”
Kiera turns back my way, her eyes flashing victoriously as they briefly go to Camden, but then come to rest on me. “Come on… who wants to play?”
The question was addressed to both of us, but I’m faster on the draw. “I’m in.”
As I’m fishing money from my pocket to pay, Drake gives me a frigid glare of warning.
I try to keep my smirk on a low boil. “Relax, dude. It’s a game of pool.”
“Don’t pay him any attention,” Kiera drawls with a grin. “He’s mad he just lost twenty dollars to me.”
“You in?” I ask Hendrix but he shakes his head, pulling Stevie to him.
I move around the table, squatting to put four quarters into the slot to release the balls.
Kiera comes to stand at my side. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”
“What I’ve been angling for all night.”
She hunkers down, making a show of helping me put the money in. “I like the way you watched me.”
Christ. Those whispered words pack a fucking punch and I have to stand up to move away from her because if she keeps talking that way, I’m going to have to drag her into the bathroom and I’m sure her brother would not like it.
I move to the high top and watch as Kiera racks the balls. Camden’s gone and Hendrix and Stevie are wrapped up in each other.