“No worries,” he wraps his arm around me. “I’m just as bad as you so we can be bad together.” He winks at me and a wave of heat runs through my body.
“Why, thank you, that makes me feel a lot better.”
He laughs just as the ball strikes the pins and Chase gets a strike.
I shake my head. “Lucky fuckers.”
Emmet laughs and gets up, letting me go. He grabs a ball and goes to the lane as Chase walks back, gloating. He takes Emmet’s now vacant seat and turns to me with a cocky grin. “See, I’m a pro, sweetheart, so when you go, I’ll teach you a thing or two.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You know I totally didn’t go for the jock in high school.”
“Oh, really? Wasn’t into my type?”
“Not at all,” I avoid his curious gaze on purpose as I watch Emmet roll the ball and only knock down one pin.
“So what was your type?” Chase pushes.
‘The quiet ones,” I tell him, my eyes still on Emmet. This time he bowls a gutter ball and turns, giving us a shrug.
“Oh, charming fucker, he isn’t usually that bad,” Chase swears, glancing down at me. “I can see why you were into the quiet ones, since Emmet is trying to silently steal your heart. He’s starting with making you feel not as bad for rolling straight gutter balls.” His lips tip up in the corner. “I’ve got to say it’s smart, but not quite as smart as my method.” He stands and sticks out a hand to pull me to my feet. “Come on.”
He grabs my ball from the rack and I give Emmet a pat on the back as he passes by us and takes a seat next to Nathan. I follow Chase down to the lane and he gestures for me to stand in front of him. He places the ball in my hand before wrapping his arms around me, pressing his chest against my back tightly.
His warm breath whispers over my neck, making me shiver. “Now, what you’re going to do…” He starts giving me directions but all I can focus on is the feeling of him against me. His warm body is hard and it feels like it melds perfectly to my body. A soft gasp leaves my lips when I focus on the hardness pressing into the small of my back. “And then you roll it.” The last part of his instructions just barely manage to make their way into my head and I feel slightly dizzy as he moves me forward and his hand covers mine. “Ready?” he asks and this time, his soft lips move against my neck. I bite my lip and he lets out a soft laugh.
The fucker is doing it on purpose.
“I got it,” I say, trying to gather as much bravado as I can as I move up to the lane and send the ball rolling.
By some miracle, it knocks one down, but nothing else.
“Did you not listen to my instructions?” Chase asks with a knowing grin on his face.
“Oh man, I thought you were an expert, Chase,” Emmet taunts. He’s reclined in his chair, his long limbs stretched out.
Chase flips him off and I hurry and send my second chance down the lane.
I knock down two more pins.
“I guess I’ll have to give you a more… thorough lesson next time.” Chase remarks as my arm brushes against his as I pass by him.
I shake my head, trying to cool down as I sit across from Emmet and Nathan. “Don’t tell me his plan really got to you,” Nathan says, shaking his head but there’s only amusement on his face as Chase moves into the seating area.
“Of course it did, get up and bowl your turn,” Chase says, taking a seat next to me and pressing his thigh against mine. He leans in closer and whispers, “Don’t worry, you’re only experiencing the normal symptoms that come with being charmed by me.”
The man continues with his shameless flirting as we bowl more sets. The only thing that stops him is when he turns his attention to pestering Nathan about how he’s going to beat him, just like Emmet said he would. Despite nearly rolling all gutter balls, I find myself enjoying our date as I get to learn more about the guys and their dynamic together.
A buzzing starts in my pocket and I jump, before realizing it’s the little square signaling our food is ready. Chase is arguing with Nathan about him cheating, completely making up some rule, so I look at Emmet. “Food’s ready, join me?”
“Of course.” He stands and grabs my hand, sending a backwards look at Chase. “He’s so arrogant,” Emmet mutters as we head to the cafe, but there’s nothing but affection in his words. Nathan’s word about thinking Emmet had a crush on Chase rings through my head.
Hmmm, just friendly affection or something more?
I’m surprised not to feel anything but hope that it’s something more, it’ll definitely mean that a possible threesome action with some male on male action would be possible… if Chase is okay with that.
Would he be?
I shake my head, telling myself to get over my wild fantasies.