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Tessa lays her hand over mine.“We didn’t order,” she says quietly.
“He’ll bring out whatever he chooses, and I guarantee it’ll be awesome.Randy’s been a good friend of mine for a while, and the Riders come in all the time.He’s more like family.”
“He seems very sweet,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.
“Not sure if he’s what you’d call sweet, but he’s a good man, a kickass cook, and he always takes care of the people he cares about.”Tessa squeezes my hand, her grin turning into a blinding smile.
It’s not long before Randy returns with two plates of the house special.Tessa moans after her first bite.Randy is thoroughly pleased with her reaction and gives me a quick wink before he takes off.
Unfortunately, the next stop is the clubhouse.Tessa didn’t make a fuss when I asked her to pack enough for a few days.I explained that the club is being cautious and the safest place for our women is by our side.I’m not saying she’s thrilled about the situation, but she’s going with it.
Sasha and Etain are already at the club when we arrive.Etain decides that a night of home facials and girly movies is just what they need while we have our meeting.I leave them to it and join the others.
Hawk makes the meeting short and sweet.
“The Pride cometh,” he says.We all know what that means.Guard and his men are heading out to help us.Tomorrow, we’ll decide on the best course of action to take.
Chapter11
The Slow Race
Tessa
After the guys finish their meeting, we all hang out together.Sasha, Etain, and I only got as far as facials before the guys emerged from the room they disappeared into earlier.Flex offers to teach me how to play pool, and I jump at the chance.It takes me a while to find my rhythm, but I finally hit the ball on my own and get one into the corner pocket.I’m so pleased that I jump up and down for joy.
Motown, watching from across the room where he sits on a stool by the bar with a beer in hand, laughs out loud.
“I did it!”I exclaim joyfully.
“Yeah, babe.You did,” he agrees, shaking his head.“Only fourteen more to go.”
I hitch a hip and set my hand on it.“Don’t you worry, I’ll sink them all.Then it’s you and me,” I say, throwing down the gauntlet.
“I play for keeps, babe,” he warns, teasingly.
“Doesn’t matter, because I’m going to beat you,” I taunt.
Motown
Tessa’s only kidding, but she’s so adorable, I’m tempted to go over and kiss her stupid.
“Tess, Motown’s the club champion.It’s his game.Before you start making bets, I’d practice a little more,” Flex tells her.“As a matter of fact, he should be teaching you.”
Tessa looks over at me, bats her dark brown eyes, and says in a sugar-sweet voice, “Motown, will you teach me how to play?”
My insides melt at the sound of her voice and pouty expression beckoning for me to go to her.I’m like a moth to a flame.With my beer in hand, I walk to where she’s standing with the pool stick in her hand.I come in close and set my beer on the edge of the table.
“Hand me a stick, Flex.”I stretch out my hand as Flex hands me his.I bend my head to Tessa’s ear.“Okay, baby, I’ll teach you to play.You do exactly as I say.”I feel her body shiver.I take her stick away and set it aside.I line up the ball, then hand her my stick, “Let me see your stance.”
Tessa bends over and positions herself, ready to take her shot.I move in behind her, my front covering her back, my hand over hers.My other hand skims the bare flesh of her shoulder and arm before settling on the stick.
“Your line of sight needs to be right over the pool stick,” I murmur in her ear.“You have to bend lower.”She does, her ass backing into the hardness in my jeans, feeling my hard cock rubbing up against her.The minx does a little wriggling, getting her own payback.I’m tempted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs, not caring one bit who’s watching.
I line up the pool stick and slide it between her fingers.Each motion is its own sexual torture for both of us.
“You’re not playing fair,” she says halfheartedly, looking over her shoulder.
“Just making sure you get the feel of the rod, babe.Controlling the stick is the key to this game,” I reply, not at all talking about the game of pool.Tessa knows it, and her eyes fill with desire.She licks her lips, making my dick ache even more.“Keep your eyes on the ball, Tess.”
