Page 104 of Right Man, Right Time
“You might not think it, but I can see it in your eyes that you still think about her.”
Getting really irritated with this line of questioning, I ask, “Why do I matter to you? Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Over you?” She laughs. “You and I both know I could do better.”
Now that just fucking pisses me off.
I dig my fingers into her side and say, “I’m more man than you could fucking handle.”
Her breath becomes erratic as her eyes connect with mine. She’s about to open her mouth when I hear Posey say, “There you are. Hey, Ollie, good to see you.”
Ollie plasters a smile on her face and waves politely at Posey. “Hey. I’m so sorry, but you’re going to have to remind me of your name. For the life of me, I can’t keep you all straight.”
My most easygoing friend laughs it off. “I’m Levi Posey. The most attractive out of the group. That’ll help you remember.”
“Oh, I could not agree more. Easily the most attractive.”
Posey laughs. “You’re dating a smart one, Tates.”
Yeah, I am, and she’s putting up one hell of a match.
* * *
For the tenthtime in five minutes, I grind my teeth together and hold my breath as Ollie’s leg rubs against my crotch. I know she’s doing it on purpose. There’s no other explanation, and at this point, I simply deal with it because if I try to get up, I’ll give everyone a goddamn show.
I’ve also just sat here while Posey and Ollie have hit it off completely, making me even more irritated. Apparently, they both had some magical time in a place called Canoodle in Southern California. They vacationed there separately when they were younger, but when they found out they both had been, they haven’t stopped talking about it.
“Did you see the renovated pictures of the Canoodle Cove Cabins?” Ollie asks as her hand sifts through the hair at the base of my neck, making me that much harder. Her nails are just long enough to drive me fucking crazy.
“I haven’t. They redid them?”
“Yes, I read a whole article about it. I was writing a piece about must-see small towns, and Canoodle was on there, with the cabins being the number one place to stay. They’re beautiful.”
“I need to check it out,” Posey says just as her leg rubs against my erection once again.
Unable to take it, I lean into her ear and whisper, “Knock it the fuck off.”
She just smiles.
“What was your top place to visit?” Posey asks.
“Port Snow, Maine. Followed up by Bright Harbor. They’re neighboring towns. Especially during the holidays, it feels like you’re walking through a Lovemark movie. I love it there. You need to put it on your bucket list and stop by The Lobster Landing for some fudge.”
“Fuck, I love fudge,” Posey says. He then slaps me on the leg. “Dude, we should go there this summer before we head up to Banff.”
“You realize they’re on completely opposite ends of North America.”
“Can’t afford the plane ticket? Jesus, man.”
Ollie chuckles and then presses her lips to my cheek and down my jaw. “He can be such a grouch, can’t he?”
“Should have seen him last summer. He was insufferable.”
“Fuck off,” I say just as Ryot Bisley, a co-founder of The Jock Report, comes up to us.
“Hey, boys, it’s been a while.” He shakes our hands and turns to Ollie. “I’m Ryot.”
“Hello, Ryot. I’m Ollie, Silas’s girlfriend.”
