Feeling Hot
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He grabbed two longnecks from the bottom shelf and shut the refrigerator.
Damn it. He had to gain the upper hand here. Find a way to get her to back off. Because if he didn’t, he was in real danger of succumbing to temptation and f**king this woman until neither of them could walk properly for days.
“Here,” he said, thrusting a fresh beer in her direction.
“Thanks.”
Cash sat down and twisted off the bottle cap.
“Anyway, back to the subject of threesomes,” Jen spoke up. “Who’s your go-to three-way buddy? Carson had Garrett before they both got married, and I hear all sorts of rumors about Ryan and Matt. So who’s your wingman?”
Christ, this woman was tenacious. Did she think if she kept talking about sex she’d get him so turned on he wouldn’t be able to control himself around her?
A thought suddenly occurred to him. Why couldn’t he play the same game? Except instead of turning her on, he’d turn her off. If she didn’t want to jump his bones anymore then he’d finally be able to breathe easy.
“Dylan Wade,” Cash said, lifting his beer to his lips.
Interest flickered in her eyes.
Honest-to-God interest.
“Dylan Wade. That’s your threesome buddy?”
“Yep.”
“Is he hot?”
“Women seem to think so.” He shot her a pointed look. “The one we hooked up with yesterday wasn’t complaining.”
Jen’s eyebrows soared. “Yesterday? You had a threesome yesterday?”
Relief trickled through him. Good. Now she would view him as some huge whore, back off, and nobody would get drowned courtesy of Carson Scott.
“Was it good?”
For the love of…
He whirled his gaze to her, bewildered by the equal parts curiosity and arousal shining in those blue eyes. “It doesn’t piss you off that I was with another woman yesterday?”
“Why should it? We didn’t vow our undying love to each other before we parted ways at the bar. A man has needs, right?”
He ignored the throbbing of his cock. Yeah, a man had needs, all right.
“Anyway, was the threesome good? Did she like it?”
Cash let out a strangled groan. “Yes, she liked it. She loved it. So did Dylan. So did I—” Except for that one moment when he’d been fantasizing about Jen, but he kept that tidbit to himself. “We all had a great time, orgasms all around, and then I bid them adieu and left.”
There was a beat of silence.
“How long are you going to hold out on me?” Jen asked with a little sigh.
He scowled at her. “Forever.”
“Forever’s a long time.”
“Yup.”
Rolling her eyes, she set down her beer and stood up. “Fine. Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to retreat to my bedroom. This discussion has gotten me hot, so I need to take care of business since you’re clearly not going to be any help.”
Huh?
Cash quickly pasted on an indifferent look and acted like the announcement hadn’t sent a bolt of desire straight to his groin. “Have fun,” he said lightly.
Her lips twitched in humor as she edged away from the sofa. “I will. And just to give you fair warning, I can be loud when I’m coming, so don’t be alarmed if you hear screams.”
With that, she flounced off, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. A few seconds later, he heard Matt’s door creak open and shut. And then…silence.
Cash staggered to his feet, busying himself with gathering up the beer bottles, empty pizza box and used napkins cluttering the coffee table.
She wasn’t really getting herself off. She was simply trying to lure him in by planting a new slew of sinful images in his head.
At least that’s what he told himself before the first strains of the mast***ation symphony filled the air.
Soft moans. A husky groan. He thought he heard an “Oh God” in there.
Ignore it, he told his hurting dick. It’s a trick, buddy.
He folded up the cardboard pizza box and shoved it in the recycling bin under the sink.
“Oh!”
Cash bit the inside of his cheek and poured Jen’s half-empty beer down the drain.
“Oh…oh…ohhhhh!”
By the time the tenth moan or so sliced through the apartment, Cash knew he was being played.
Shoulders rigid, he shut off the faucet and marched toward Matt’s room. He didn’t knock. Just threw the door open, crossed his arms and glared at the blonde.
She lay in the center of the bed with her head resting on the cedar headboard. In her hands was a copy of Twilight.
“Oh, hey, Cash,” she said when she spotted him. With a broad smile, she held up the book. “Have you ever read this? Edward is so dreamy, don’t you think?”
He growled in sheer frustration and spun on his heel.
“Ah, Team Jacob,” he heard her murmur in a knowing voice.
Gritting his teeth, he strode into his bedroom, shut the door behind him, and raked both hands over his scalp.
Jesus.
It was going to be a long three weeks.
Two days later, Cash breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into the passenger side of Ryan’s olive-green Jeep. It was Saturday morning, Jen was upstairs having breakfast with Annabelle, and Cash was officially allowed to relax for the next couple of hours. In fact, he couldn’t wait to put some much-needed distance between him and the evil temptress named Jennifer Scott.
Damn it. He had to gain the upper hand here. Find a way to get her to back off. Because if he didn’t, he was in real danger of succumbing to temptation and f**king this woman until neither of them could walk properly for days.
“Here,” he said, thrusting a fresh beer in her direction.
“Thanks.”
Cash sat down and twisted off the bottle cap.
“Anyway, back to the subject of threesomes,” Jen spoke up. “Who’s your go-to three-way buddy? Carson had Garrett before they both got married, and I hear all sorts of rumors about Ryan and Matt. So who’s your wingman?”
Christ, this woman was tenacious. Did she think if she kept talking about sex she’d get him so turned on he wouldn’t be able to control himself around her?
A thought suddenly occurred to him. Why couldn’t he play the same game? Except instead of turning her on, he’d turn her off. If she didn’t want to jump his bones anymore then he’d finally be able to breathe easy.
“Dylan Wade,” Cash said, lifting his beer to his lips.
Interest flickered in her eyes.
Honest-to-God interest.
“Dylan Wade. That’s your threesome buddy?”
“Yep.”
“Is he hot?”
“Women seem to think so.” He shot her a pointed look. “The one we hooked up with yesterday wasn’t complaining.”
Jen’s eyebrows soared. “Yesterday? You had a threesome yesterday?”
Relief trickled through him. Good. Now she would view him as some huge whore, back off, and nobody would get drowned courtesy of Carson Scott.
“Was it good?”
For the love of…
He whirled his gaze to her, bewildered by the equal parts curiosity and arousal shining in those blue eyes. “It doesn’t piss you off that I was with another woman yesterday?”
“Why should it? We didn’t vow our undying love to each other before we parted ways at the bar. A man has needs, right?”
He ignored the throbbing of his cock. Yeah, a man had needs, all right.
“Anyway, was the threesome good? Did she like it?”
Cash let out a strangled groan. “Yes, she liked it. She loved it. So did Dylan. So did I—” Except for that one moment when he’d been fantasizing about Jen, but he kept that tidbit to himself. “We all had a great time, orgasms all around, and then I bid them adieu and left.”
There was a beat of silence.
“How long are you going to hold out on me?” Jen asked with a little sigh.
He scowled at her. “Forever.”
“Forever’s a long time.”
“Yup.”
Rolling her eyes, she set down her beer and stood up. “Fine. Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to retreat to my bedroom. This discussion has gotten me hot, so I need to take care of business since you’re clearly not going to be any help.”
Huh?
Cash quickly pasted on an indifferent look and acted like the announcement hadn’t sent a bolt of desire straight to his groin. “Have fun,” he said lightly.
Her lips twitched in humor as she edged away from the sofa. “I will. And just to give you fair warning, I can be loud when I’m coming, so don’t be alarmed if you hear screams.”
With that, she flounced off, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. A few seconds later, he heard Matt’s door creak open and shut. And then…silence.
Cash staggered to his feet, busying himself with gathering up the beer bottles, empty pizza box and used napkins cluttering the coffee table.
She wasn’t really getting herself off. She was simply trying to lure him in by planting a new slew of sinful images in his head.
At least that’s what he told himself before the first strains of the mast***ation symphony filled the air.
Soft moans. A husky groan. He thought he heard an “Oh God” in there.
Ignore it, he told his hurting dick. It’s a trick, buddy.
He folded up the cardboard pizza box and shoved it in the recycling bin under the sink.
“Oh!”
Cash bit the inside of his cheek and poured Jen’s half-empty beer down the drain.
“Oh…oh…ohhhhh!”
By the time the tenth moan or so sliced through the apartment, Cash knew he was being played.
Shoulders rigid, he shut off the faucet and marched toward Matt’s room. He didn’t knock. Just threw the door open, crossed his arms and glared at the blonde.
She lay in the center of the bed with her head resting on the cedar headboard. In her hands was a copy of Twilight.
“Oh, hey, Cash,” she said when she spotted him. With a broad smile, she held up the book. “Have you ever read this? Edward is so dreamy, don’t you think?”
He growled in sheer frustration and spun on his heel.
“Ah, Team Jacob,” he heard her murmur in a knowing voice.
Gritting his teeth, he strode into his bedroom, shut the door behind him, and raked both hands over his scalp.
Jesus.
It was going to be a long three weeks.
Two days later, Cash breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into the passenger side of Ryan’s olive-green Jeep. It was Saturday morning, Jen was upstairs having breakfast with Annabelle, and Cash was officially allowed to relax for the next couple of hours. In fact, he couldn’t wait to put some much-needed distance between him and the evil temptress named Jennifer Scott.
