Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(31)
I can’t help it. He lost, and I won this round. Cha-ching.
He bends down to grab my bag, the one I didn’t even notice, before he stands and walks toward us, but Nate blocks the doorway, crossing his arms as he leans against the frame.
“Do I have you to thank for bringing my friend?” I all but purr.
He nods slowly, eyes on mine. TJ comes up behind me and whispers in my ear.
“You can thank Nate first…or both of us at the same time if you’d like.”
I don’t know if there’s such a thing as being dickmotized, but I think I’m that. These two don’t give a girl time to think straight. I’m already being tag teamed while our clothes are on…or theirs are, at least. My teeth find my lip before Crew jerks Nate backward, making me laugh.
“Go get dressed,” he grinds out, setting my duffel at my feet as Nate chuckles, holding up his hands before turning and walking toward the couches.
But Crew doesn’t move, eyes only ticking to TJ before my Southern Tweedle says, “Fun’s over.”
TJ touches my blanket-covered waist to gently push me aside before joining Nate.
But Crew hovers over me, a smile peeking out. We’re just standing there staring at each other, and it feels a little like déjà vu. I’m already instantly flustered when he’s this close, but now with him shirtless…it’s having an effect…everywhere.
He takes a deep breath, and the dirtiest thought soaks my mind. The idea that he could smell me, like know how turned on I am right now, exactly the way the guys in all the romance books I read do. Because this pussy is wet and throbbing just enough to remind me that not fucking him is a hardship.
Crew lifts his hand, dipping his fingers inside the collar of my blanket, and my breath catches. He grins, pausing only for a moment before he slowly pulls it open…just enough so he can peer down.
My entire goddamn body is burnt to a crisp. I’ve already gone up in flames. Now I’m cooked. It’s the way he’s smirking, daring me to stop him…it’s the way I don’t, in fact, stop him as we sexually double-dog dare each other.
“Are you trying to torture yourself?” I whisper, hidden in our bubble. “Because do not forget that everything underneath this blanket is for looking and not touching.”
He licks his bottom lip before pressing his fingers under my chin, forcing it up, our eyes locked.
“Wild Card, no more flirting with the bench. I’m the starting fucking lineup.”
thirteen
“That’s a good fucking girl. Now, let me clean you up.”
eleanor
The coffee cup warms my hand as I hold it and stare out the penthouse windows. It’s so wild that Crew lives in a hotel. The perk, though, is that late last night, after much drama, Millie and I had an array of desserts delivered to top off our sleepover.
I lift my coffee, blowing on it before I take a sip, letting the caffeine seep into my system and bring me back to life. Truth is, I was up really late, not just because Millie and I were reliving our middle school sleepover days by bouncing on beds and having dance parties…yes, we did that. But only after I texted my boss, just barely keeping my job. And also called my parents.
That call sucked. Which is why dessert was ordered.
Nothing kills the pang of knowing you disappointed the people you love like chocolate tiramisu. Thankfully, my sister swooped in with a follow-up call to them and saved the day.
It’s all fun and games, kids, until you drunk-marry a stranger.
Speaking of said stranger, Crew left about an hour ago. Apparently, he works out every day, sometimes twice a day. The idea not only sounds terrible, but I’m convinced that it is actually terrible. And I’d said as much when I found him this morning engaged in a live-action thirst trap.
He was using one of those roller things on the ground, gliding back and forth over his thigh. I literally almost dissolved into a puddle.
I was unprepared. My whole body just got all wobbly, knees trying to buckle as I watched him—palms pressed into the ground, his left foot digging into the ground as he rocked forward and back, forward and back…in and out… I shiver, almost spilling my coffee as I relive it again, making me chuckle.
“Jesus.”
But it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It far surpassed any video I’ve ever seen of any guy doing that on TikTok. However, I knew what he was doing, even if it took me a minute to compose myself. And I wasn’t falling for that shit.
Even if I had.
So, when he looked up with that sexy smirk, I wrinkled my forehead and said, “Why are you humping the floor, weirdo?” Then I stepped over him and headed straight for the kitchen.
I’m still smiling at my second victory in two days as Millie’s sleepy voice catches my attention.
“Hey.”
She pads through the room, joining me in the kitchen and taking my coffee from me to sip. Her nose scrunches up.
“This doesn’t have Baileys in it. I thought we were partying today. Where’s Crew?”
I laugh before I walk over to the fridge and open it, pulling out her iced coffee mixed with Baileys and handing it to her.
“He’s at his workout training stuff. And yes, we’re partying, but unless you’re going to cancel your flight today and stay with me, ensuring your thirty-thousand-dollar win, then this girl is partying with mimosas minus the champs.”