Page 105 of The Puck Stops Here
‘You’re on.’
He was already rising up.
‘What? You want to playnow?’
He paused, cocked his sexy head her way. ‘I thought you were teaching me other distraction techniques… unless you want to go down the bedroom route because I’m totally up for that too.’
Her phone buzzed with a text and she picked it up.
Mum
Haha! Are you talking about your foodgasm?
My what?
‘Everything okay?’
She looked up to find Blake hovering over her, a games controller in his outstretched hand.
If she’d been blushing before, she was a beacon now. ‘Nope. All good.’
She threw her phone aside and grabbed it off him. ‘Prepare to get annihilated, Ryu.’
Because if she was focusing on the game, she couldn’t be squeaking over him.
Foodgasm?Blakegasm, more like!
* * *
‘You two looked pretty cosy when I got home.’
Aiden leaned back against the kitchen counter while Blake cleared away the last of the dishes.
‘Cosy?’ Not how Blake saw it. With her bare legs tucked beneath her, lip caught between her teeth, and eyes locked on the screen, she had him thinking everynon-cosy thought. ‘Hardly. She was whooping my ass onStreet Fighter.’
His brother laughed. ‘Never thought I’d see that day.’
‘You and me both. I’m the king of that game.’
‘And now you have your queen.’
Blake’s own laugh cracked. His brother was teasing. He got the joke. But the way it knocked about inside him was anything but funny. He liked her. Liked her a lot. And that was a problem. A great big ‘get the fuck out of town’ problem.
Vulnerable. That’s what she’d said about him. And that’s how she had him feeling. And the way she’d trusted him with her own vulnerability, too…hell, it made him feel good. It made him feel worthy. It made him think he could be the guy that people looked up to. That he could step out of his brother’s shadow and take control of his life. That he could trust himself with it.
‘You had a good time then?’
‘Yeah.’ He took up his forgotten beer, surprised to find it three quarters full. ‘She’s easy to be around.’
‘When she’s not firing a thousand questions at you, right?’
He smiled as he poured the beer down the sink, but didn’t admit the truth. Because even then, he’d happily take a thousand more to have her stick around.
‘Since when do you throw good beer away?’
He shrugged. ‘I forgot it was there.’ He also knew he didn’t need it. ‘Coach okay?’
‘Coach?’
