Tomboy (The Hartigans #3)(35)
“Yes.” He shifted his stance so he was more directly behind her, while still keeping an inch or two of space between them. “It’s totally my kink.”
The right side of her mouth curled up in a half smile as she took a half step back, so they were pressed up against each other again. “Brings new meaning to food porn.”
He sucked in a quick breath and prayed for the strength of his zipper. “Did you have to say porn?”
It was bad enough that her jeans didn’t do a damn thing except make him imagine all the dirty nurse fantasies he’d never had until he’d met Fallon. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was what she watched or read when she wanted to get off. He clenched his teeth together, hard enough he might have to go see the team dentist, in a vain attempt to get that mental image out of his head.
“Why?” The tip of Fallon’s pink tongue snuck out and wet her full bottom lip as she looked back at him. “You don’t like porn, or you don’t like women who like porn outside of a male-gaze type thing?”
The pained groan that escaped from him said everything he couldn’t at that moment because they were in the middle of Mama’s kitchen as the cooks, the busboys, and the waiters sped around in organized chaos that reminded him of a hockey game. Not even the reminder of all that was on the line for him could bring his dick back under control, though. Not when Fallon was pressed up against him and asking him about porn.
“I’ll take that as a you like it a little bit too much.” She grinned, turning her attention back to the activity in the busy kitchen, but she didn’t reverse that half step she’d taken earlier, even though the busboys were long gone.
Instead, she stayed there pressed against him, the back of her thighs against his, the roundness of her ass pressed against his dick, and her back touching his chest. If he wanted to, he could have dipped his head just the slightest bit and whispered in her ear. But that’s not what he wanted to do. What he had in mind was much louder. He wanted to make her scream as she came all over his dick.
It wasn’t fair. He was trying not to fuck this thing with Lady Luck up—and with him needing Fallon to win games, banging her would definitely screw them over no matter how bad he wanted to (and damn did he want to) because the one thing he still excelled at was pissing people off. He couldn’t afford to make Fallon mad—too bad it was hard as hell to remember that when she was this close.
“I’m trying to be good,” he said, almost more to himself than to her.
She leaned back against him, tilting her chin upward so that braid of hers slid down his chest. “And here I’d heard you were very good at being the best kind of bad.”
The comment delivered with just the lightest increase in pressure of her ass against his cock was more than he could take. He was weak. He was horny. He wanted to fuck her six ways to Sunday and had pretty much since the first time he saw her when she walked into that bar to relieve him from being Lucy’s wingman with enough attitude to make the chip on his shoulder seem small in comparison. His resolve snapped in two like a pencil, and he tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back against him. It was almost enough.
“If we walk out of here together right now,” he said, the gravel in his tone showing just how close to the edge of saying fuck it and tossing her over his shoulder that he was. “There’s only one way tonight ends.”
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Naked. Sweaty. Drained. Exhilarated. Probably sore. Definitely satisfied.”
A promise? A warning? It was all that and more.
She half closed her eyes and shivered against him. “Let’s go, Zach.”
Chapter Twelve
Breaking: Blackburn and Lady Luck Spotted During Cozy Dinner for Two
Okay, hockey fans. I’m not about to turn The Biscuit into a love lives of the rich and famous, but this is hockey-related. A few minutes ago, an Ice Knights fan who just happened to be at Mama’s Place in Waterbury caught sight of none other than Zach Blackburn and his own Lady Luck getting mighty cozy. Of course, the fan snuck a pic and Tweeted it out. The shots included one of Blackburn feeding her the metro area’s most famous guacamole. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking—that’s a little extra. It is! But…well, hockey fans, I stan it and judging by how much social media has exploded about the couple, now coined #TeamZuck, since Lady Luck was first spotted at his house, I’m not the only one.
@DailyDoseOfSugar: OMG! Just met Zach and Lady Luck at the clinic meet and greet today they are adorbs together! #TeamZuck
@Don’tGiveAPuck: ?I am HERE for #TeamZuck. We need to get these 2 together for real!
@HannahB: I am more invested in #TeamZuck than my relationship with my own boyfriend. Sorry, Andy.
Not that the assholes of Harbor City have stopped assholing.
@Parkerd6280: You’d figure with those man hands she could feed herself. #TeamZuck #TeamCouldDoBetter
@MascaraMama: Girl, you better up your game or he’s gonna look elsewhere. And there will be plenty of us waiting in the wings looking like we just walked outta a magazine. #TeamZuck #ImHereZach #RealTalk
I reached out to Blackburn’s agent, Kyle Jackson, to find out if this thing with Lady Luck is more than a publicity stunt gone all so right in the eyes of Harbor City’s romantics. His answer was less than satisfying.