Copping To It by Ava Meyers Read Free Book Online Page B

her eyes round. She pulled her
knees up again. “What?”
    His gaze didn’t waver. “What’s happened here
— not with us, but with the gang — it’s all been for show, Claire.
Jed bringing you to me doesn’t make sense. No matter how nosy you
were being, he’s not that sadistic. Which tells me he was trying to
prove something. If not to me, then to the others. The fact that I
took him up on his offer helped allay any suspicions about me, too.
Now…” He glanced at the door. Muffled male voices could be heard on
the other side.
    “Now what?” she snapped. “You want me to
screw Luke in order to do the same for him?” Was that how he saw
her? Did he think she was that sexually perverted that she wouldn’t
give a second thought to screwing his partner, even if it was only
to keep their cover going?
    She jerked away from his touch. “You’re —
you’re sick.” But even as she hurled her accusation, a dark fantasy
raised its head. She’d never been with more than one man before. If
she was ever going to do it… Luke was handsome. Sexy. A California
surfer stud that would play off Ty’s dark horse sensuality. Before
she’d broken things off with Ty, he’d mentioned Luke’s success with
the ladies, and the fleeting thought had occurred to her that if
the two of them partnered up in the bedroom as well as they did on
the streets, the two men would be unstoppable. What if they
partnered up in her ?
    As her thoughts spiraled out of control,
Claire ran wet between her legs, her juices combining with the
thick essence of Ty that still clung to her thighs. Rejecting her
thoughts, she tried again to move around him. Once more, he stopped
her.
    Ty’s nostrils flared, as if he’d caught a
whiff of her arousal. She flushed, causing him to narrow his eyes.
Those same eyes darkened with understanding. With an arched brow
and a small smile, he said, “You want him, don’t you?”
    Mortified, she automatically shook her head
and forced herself to laugh. “What? No. Are you crazy?”
    His expression grew serious. “I’m crazy
about you, Claire.”
    She sucked in a breath. Shook her head
again. “I — I —” She didn’t know what to say. She was crazy about
him, too, but what had just happened between them had to have been
a fluke. A product of adrenaline and this whole weird situation.
When they got out of here — if they got out of here —
    “You don’t have to say it back. The thing
is, though…” He ran a hand through his hair and abruptly stood to
pull on his jeans. His movements were efficient. Brisk. His face
determined, as if he had formulated some kind of plan he wouldn’t
be swayed from. Briefly, he disappeared into the bathroom and she
heard water running. He came out, handed her a damp cloth, and
red-faced, she used it to clean herself off before he took it and
tossed it into a trashcan. Hands on his hips, he stared down at
her. He didn’t bother zipping his pants or putting on his
shirt.
    Her gaze ran hungrily over his body,
admiring the muscles that rippled beneath his smooth skin and the
light dusting of hair that arrowed into his jeans. As she watched,
his penis swelled beneath his pants. She was just about to lunge
for him and press her face against the magnificent bulge when he
spoke.
    “You make me want to prove to you — once and
for all — that nothing about your fantasies is taboo as far as I’m
concerned. Whether we actually do anything about them, or how we
satisfy them or when, is always up for discussion. But you can be
honest with me, and I won’t think less of you. All I’ll be thinking
is how to give you what you want and how to make you want more than
you ever thought was possible.”
    She ripped her gaze away from his dick and
stared at his handsome face. Wow. Who was this guy? What he was
saying was incredible. Too good to be true. She snorted. “Then
you’re a rare breed, Williamson.”
    Something about her voice must have given
her away because he frowned.