Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
WREN
I let Lex beat me a couple of times, then he let me beat him a couple of times.
He tried to let on that I won fair and square, but I saw him miss a couple of easy shots at crucial moments.
I was so used to fiercely competitive men, this was a nice change. We took turns buying each other drinks and telling corny jokes. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so hard.
I also couldn't remember the last time Tiger glared so hard. He didn't say anything or approach us, but whenever I glanced in his direction, he was watching us both.
For some reason, Bray looked equally annoyed.
Ignoring them both was one of the highlights of my night. If they had a problem with me hanging out with Lex, that was their fucking problem, not mine. I wasn't going to buy into their bullshit. Not anymore.
"I'm surprised my head hasn't caught on fire," Lex remarked. "The way those two are looking at me, I suspect they wish it would." He lined up the cue and took a shot.
"Is that going to cause a problem for you?" I asked. "You have to work with them."
He straightened up. "If there's anything I know about those two, it's that they aren't backwards in coming forward. If they have a problem with me, or anyone else, they'll speak out."
"I hope so, because I'd hate for you to get a puck in the head at the next training session." I placed the end of my cue on the ground and leaned against it.
"It wouldn't be the first time," he said easily.
"But they know better than to do it on purpose.
They might not like me talking to you, but they respect their coaches.
They're a good bunch of guys, even when they do an impression of some kind of obsessive, possessive boyfriend.
" He frowned. "You're not dating either of them? "
"No," I said quickly. Too quickly perhaps.
"But you want to?" He raised an eyebrow at me in question.
I sighed. "It's complicated. I thought Tiger cared about me, but now I have no idea.
As for Bray, he hates my guts, but sometimes he likes to act like an obsessive twatwaffle.
I don't know what his deal is. In case you're wondering, I'm not using you to make them jealous.
I genuinely like you and I'm done waiting for Tiger to figure things out. "
"Have you tried talking to him?" Lex asked.
"You sound like Elenna." I made a face. "Which isn't a bad thing, but…"
I ran a hand over my hair. It was tangled, as usual. I patted it down as best I could.
"If he wanted to talk to me, he could have. Can we go back to having fun now?" I smiled hopefully. The pub was starting to empty out and there were only a handful of people left. Elenna and Sinclair had said good night and gone with their guys about an hour ago.
"Of course we can." Lex looked behind me.
I tried to resist the urge to turn around and look too, but I couldn't stop myself. I locked eyes with Tiger. His expression actually softened slightly. As soft as a stone wall could be.
Beside him, Bray was as hard as ever. He shot Lex what I could only interpret as a warning look, before they left the pub, leaving us to play in peace.
"We should finish up," I said. "They probably want to close soon."
"No hurry," Lex said lightly. "My brother owns the place. We can stay here as long as we want after closing." He stepped around behind me and said in my ear, "There's more than one way to enjoy a pool table."
His words sent a shiver right through me.
I turned to follow him with my eyes. "Is there now?" I asked lightly. "Like what? Sacrificing virgins? If that's the case, I should tell you I'm not one."
"That's good to know," he said smoothly. "Neither am I."
"Why do I get the feeling you're not even a virgin to making use of a pool table in an unconventional manner?" I said.
He wouldn't be the first person to fuck on one. Probably not even this one.
He grinned. "If I'm not careful, my reputation for being innocent will be out the window."
I snorted. "Innocent, my ass. You're about as innocent as I am."
"So, extremely innocent?" he joked.
"If you keep saying things like that, you're going to have to pick me up off the floor, because I'm going to die laughing." I looked at him while I leaned forward over the table and lined up another shot. I made sure to give him a good view of as much cleavage as possible.
"If you're on the floor, I'll be right there with you." He gave me a heated look just in time for me to miss my shot.
"You're naughtier than I gave you credit for," I said.
"Is that a bad thing?" He waved for me to take another shot.
"Not at all," I said. "In fact, it's a refreshing change from tall, dark and brooding."
"You prefer tall, dark and naughty?" He was definitely not letting up on the distractions.
I preferred both, but I just gave him a wink and focused on getting the red ball into the corner pocket. It rolled all the way there. I thought it would stop half a centimetre short, but it dropped right in.
"That's what I'm talking about," I grinned and did a celebratory dance with my shoulders and hands, waving the cue around near my head.
"I've decided Tiger is an idiot," Lex said. "If you were interested in me, I'd never let you go." He stepped around the table, stopping behind me to lightly touch the front of his body to the back of mine. "Maybe I won't."
Another shiver passed all the way through me. I leaned back against him. "Really? Tell me, what would you do with me?"
He spoke right against my ear. "Everything." He moved away before I could swoon.
Several staff moved around the pub, picking up glasses and wiping tables. Once the tables were dry, they stacked stools upside down on top of them so the floors could be cleaned.
While I got ready to take another shot, Lex leaned his cue against the wall and went over to speak to them quickly and quietly. They nodded and turned the lights off inside the bar before slipping out the back door of the pub.
"Isn't this interesting?" I said. "We seem to be alone."
"There's no 'seem to be' about it," he said. "We're definitely alone."
"Excellent, there's no one here to see me kick your ass at this game." I grinned.
"You really want to keep playing pool?" he asked.
"Are you scared of losing?" I countered.
He chuckled. "No, but there are other things we could do.
" He stepped over to take the cue from my hand and place it back in the rack.
He did the same with his, then stood in front of me, my back pressed against the side of the table.
He put a hand on either side of me and looked me right in the eyes.
"I have a confession to make," he whispered.
"You really are a supervillain?" I teased.
He smiled. "I might be." His smile faded. "I've been trying to get up the nerve to talk to you for ages. I've seen you in here with your friends and I didn't want to interrupt. Sisters before misters and all that." He glanced down, then back up again. "I've also seen the way Tiger looks at you."
"Bros before hos?" I suggested.
He snorted softly. "You're no ho, but yeah, something like that. It's not cool to try to muscle in on a woman another guy is interested in."
My heart sank a little. "Is this where you tell me you want to be friends and you'll stay away from me for the sake of Tiger?"
Lex leaned in closer. "No. This is where I say he had his chance and didn't take it. I won't make the same mistake." He brushed his lips over mine.
I kissed him back. He tasted like beer with a hint of salt and something purely masculine. It was instantly addictive. I swiped my tongue against his lips, wanting more.
He opened his mouth to let me slip my tongue inside. He gripped my hips with his hands and lifted me up onto the side of the pool table.
My arms went around his neck for balance and to bring him closer. As soon as he was close enough, I wound my legs around his waist and pressed my pussy against his erection.
We were separated by layers of fabric that felt like far too much. I wanted to see him naked, but I couldn't untangle myself from him. I ground my clit against him, driving myself closer and closer to coming.
"I don't want you to come like this." He unwound my arms from him and pressed me down on the felt. He managed to unhook my feet from behind him and undid my jeans to pull them down my hips. I lifted them to help him, then kicked them off my feet onto the floor.
He raised an eyebrow at my emerald green G-string.
"What? I like green," I said.
"I like red." He admired my curls, visible through the sheer fabric.
My skin was on fire. I sat up and tugged my jumper off over my head. I dropped it down beside me on the pool table, then started on my shirt—a blue and red Demons jersey. Of course, what else would I wear to the game?
Lex eyed it speculatively.
"It doesn't have anyone's number on the back," I said. That would send the wrong message to everyone. This was a generic jersey, to show my support.
"Take it off and let me see." Lex held out his hand.
I slipped it off over my head and held it out to him. He took it, turned it around and inspected the back.
"Did you think I'd lie?" I placed my hands on my hips.
"Of course not." He tossed the jersey down over the top of my jumper and admired me in only my panties and matching bra. "Green suits you."
He gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table. Slowly, reverently, he ran the pad of his thumb up and down the front of my panties. Just lightly, but enough to make me quiver.
"Your pussy is beautiful." He leaned in to place a kiss on the fabric, right over my clit.
He glanced at me with dark eyes, then hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties and tugged them down.
He parted my legs with big, gentle hands and knelt down in front of the table.
He draped my legs over his shoulders, so his face was between my thighs.
He started a long, slow exploration of my pussy with his tongue. Every movement was deliberate and careful. Designed to drive me crazy without making me come too soon.
I pressed my palms against the felt and closed my eyes.
On some level, I was aware we faced the window leading out to the street. Anyone walking or driving past could glance in and see him eating me out. I didn't care. Let them look. They could be jealous they weren't the ones so expertly being driven to the very edge.
I wanted to tell him he had a talented tongue, but I had no coherent words right now. I'd be lucky if I could remember my name, much less put together a sentence. If this was how he feasted, he must be one hell of a fuck.
My whole body trembled. I moaned when he pushed a finger inside me, then another. He hooked his hand around to massage my G-spot at the same time as his tongue teased my clit.
Every touch felt so fucking incredible. Exactly what I needed, to feel desirable and wanted. Not kept at arm's length, or in the dark.
I pressed my lips together and groaned a couple of times, the only indication I could give that I was about to come. That and grinding myself against his mouth harder and faster.
I arched my back and came, long and hard, tangled up in a warm web of bliss with no beginning and, if I was lucky, no end. The only thing that existed was pleasure and his touch, along with the firm surface beneath my body.
My orgasm waned all too soon, bringing me down to earth with a gentle bump.
"Holy shit, that was—" I blew out from between pursed lips, still trying to catch my breath.
"Delicious." He slid his fingers out of me and stood. "You taste incredible. I love the way you sound when you come. We should do this again."
"Hell yeah, I'm in." I liked a guy who was generous with his orgasms.