Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(84)

While two of the men on our losing team hit on a tall redhead who clearly only had eyes for Kellan, I leaned over to him and whispered, “Twenty bucks says I sink more shots than you.”

Kellan scoffed at me. “Forty bucks says you just lost twenty bucks.” I laughed at his remark and stuck my hand out to shake his. Kellan’s lip curled into a smile that sent my heart soaring. “No, let’s make this interesting. If I win, we have sex backstage tonight. If you win, we have sex backstage tonight.”

I wanted to laugh again, but the way he said sex froze my brain for a second. “Um . . . I don’t think you understand how betting works.”

Moving in close to me, he breathed his response into my ear while he rested his hand on my stomach. “Don’t I?”

“Okay,” I muttered, wanting him to slide his hand down a little. “Deal.” I had no idea where we’d find privacy in the circus that was the backstage area, but I didn’t really care at that moment.

Kellan and I both proceeded to miss shot after shot after shot. I was beginning to wonder what the rules of our bet were if we tied with zero, when the sun shone down upon Kellan and he finally sank a ball in a pocket. He seemed just as surprised as me. Throwing his fist in the air, he shouted, “Yes!”

Since our team was still dead last, everyone around looked at him like he was slightly off-kilter. Kellan didn’t care, though. Grinning like a little boy, he started playing his pool cue like it was a guitar. I rolled my eyes, but the girls watching him flew into a giggling fit.

While they fawned over how adorable he was, he told me, “I win.” I knew I’d probably have one more chance to sink a ball, and I also knew the odds of me doing that were pretty slim. And I also knew that it didn’t really matter who won this game—we were having sex backstage tonight.

As for who won the D-Bag cup, that honor eventually went to Evan. It was an upset heard around the pool hall. Mainly because Griffin let out a Braveheart-worthy yell of defeat when his team lost by four points. Who knew a kitschy plastic trophy was such a point of pride?

Evan proudly displayed his giant “D” on his lap the entire ride back to the radio station. By the time we all headed out to the venue, Griffin was so bent out of shape, he wouldn’t even look at Evan anymore. “You cheated,” he muttered.

“How could I possibly cheat?” Evan countered.

Sniffing, Griffin murmured. “I don’t know, but you definitely cheated.”

“If you mean I cheated by being better than you, than yes, I totally cheated.”

Kellan chuckled at his band mates while Griffin scowled at Evan. As the conversations shifted to less combative topics, Kellan looked over at me with pure, undiluted desire in his eyes. “I’m really looking forward to the show tonight. I can hardly wait.”

I felt my cheeks heating as his innuendo hit me full force. Wanting to match his playfulness, I murmured, “Yeah, I know. I think it’s going to be a real rager.” Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?

Kellan’s eyes widened, along with his smile. “I think I’ll be drenched by the time I’m done.”

I immediately looked away. Oh God, this was so embarrassing . . . and hot. Looking back, I smirked and told him, “Yeah, you’ll probably be completely drained.” I couldn’t believe I said it with a straight face. Kellan either. He looked away, his lips twitching.

Just as he composed himself, we arrived at the rear entrance to the theater where the guys were playing tonight. Before Kellan opened his door, he told me, “I hope I have the stamina to plow through it.”

Following after him as he exited the car, I tossed out, “I’m sure you’ll reach your climax.”

All of the guys were staring when I got of the car. Matt and Evan looked surprised by what I’d just said; Griffin looked a little turned on. Kellan was barely containing his amusement. Feeling red-hot, I locked eyes with Kellan. “That wasn’t subtle enough, was it?”

He shook his head, then fell apart as he started laughing hysterically. I covered my eyes with my hands. God. Guess I’m still an idiot. When I heard Matt and Evan start chuckling, I peeked through my fingers. They were giving me such affectionate smiles that I couldn’t help but start laughing too.

Everyone walked into the theater in a really good mood. Especially Griffin, who was a few steps behind us, simulating thrusting while he was walking. When he started getting left behind the group, he moaned out, “Wait for me, I’m coming.” I bit my cheek and made a mental note to leave the provocative talk for times when Kellan and I were alone, or at least, nowhere near Griffin.

As Matt and Evan headed over to help out with setting up the show, Kellan stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Where shall we go?” he asked as he bent down and nuzzled my neck.

I glanced around the room already buzzing with fans and rock stars. There really wasn’t any privacy here; even the bathrooms were constantly opening and closing as people used them. Looking over my shoulder, I asked him, “Were you serious about that bet?”

Kellan spun me in his arms. A couple of fans stopped and stared at him; they obviously wanted a turn being held by Sienna’s flirty boyfriend. “Was I serious about the sex? Always.” Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, “And I’m pretty sure I have a favor to return.” His lips brushed against my ear as he said it, and a jolt of electricity shot down my spine. I could feel the heat retuning to my body, but it had nothing to do with embarrassment this time.