Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection Book 3) by Leigh James Read Free Book Online

fight.
    Now if I could just get him to talk to me.
    I found Chase and Eric in the kitchen. Eric was lining up exotic-looking shots on the island and he'd put out a bowl of freshly cut limes. The agent grinned at me when I came through, his eyes drifting down my body. "You look lovely, Avery."
    Chase turned to me. His eyes stayed firmly on my face. "Hey."
    I smiled at him tentatively. "Hey." I turned back to Eric. "Shots?"
    Eric's eyes sparkled mischievously. "That's right. They're called A Kick in the Crotch. Vodka, blue curacao and cranberry juice."
    "They're purple," I said, wrinkling my nose.
    " A Kick in the Crotch? " Chase looked menacingly at his friend.
    Eric shrugged. "Sometimes you need one."
    "You're seriously an asshole. You know that, right?" Chase asked him, grabbing a drink.
    "I know that. Right." Eric grinned at him. "And for the lady." He handed me a shot, which I held carefully.
    "It's not going to bite you," Chase said. There was a note of sympathy in his voice.
    I felt my shoulders relax a little. "I'm not a big drinker."
    Chase actually smiled at me. "I'm not usually, either. At least, not during training. So we can be partners in relative sobriety. We'll leave the puking up to Eric." He looked as if he'd relaxed a bit since our last encounter, and I felt the nervous ache in my stomach subside slightly.
    Eric knocked back his shot and shoved a lime into his mouth. "We have a driver," he said, through the lime. "It might very well be a boot-and-rally sort of night."
    Chase tipped his glass toward mine. "Cheers. To Eric puking."
    I laughed and, knowing full well that I had no idea what I was getting into, drank my first A Kick in the Crotch shot ever.

Chapter Seven
    A VERY
    Someone must have stuffed sand in my mouth.
    At least, that's what it felt like. I opened my eyes slowly, aware only of my dry mouth and the pounding in my head. Welcome to being kicked in the crotch. I gripped the bed, which was threatening to tilt.
    I scrunched one eye open, trying to figure out where I was.
    All I saw was the enormous, hulking form of a shirtless Chase Layne snoring next to me, his bronze skin glinting in the early morning sun.
    I shut my eyes tightly again, which only made my head hurt worse. Fuck. I moved a little and felt how sore my whole body was.
    Fuck was right .
    The last thing I remembered lucidly was drinking margaritas at a Mexican restaurant in Harvard Square. Everything was hazy after that. I only could recall snippets.
    Chase and I dancing on a table in a club.
    A club ?When the hell did we go to a club? Since when did I dance ? How the hell did Chase dance on a table without crushing it? And when had he actually started tolerating my presence?
    Chase taking a body shot from between my boobs.
    Chase with his hands on my ass, grinding his thick erection against me on the dance floor.
    I felt my face flush. I gathered the sheet tightly around me.
    Chase naked underneath me, a look of shocked pleasure on his face, his eyes burning into mine.
    Holy mother of God. There was more news than Chase's toleration of my presence.
    We'd had sex.
    More was coming back to me now. I cringed underneath the blankets. An image of myself riding him, my back arched, my boobs bouncing in his face, suddenly appeared in my brain, and I winced. I'd been, er…largely uninhibited once I'd drank God only knew what and we'd taken our clothes off. I remembered that much.
    I screamed his name when I came. Hollered it.
    He was just so big .I certainly remembered that .
    "Holy fuck, Chase. YES! Fuck me just like that, baby! Right there!"
    I couldn't believe I'd said—screamed—that. What the actual fuck ?
    We'd had sex, and I'd liked it. A lot. I'd orgasmed with him more than once. That might be the most shocking discovery of all.
    Another image came back to me in a heated flash—the way he'd gripped my hips and his big blue eyes had locked with mine. He'd emptied himself into me and I'd shattered around him, my pussy sucking him dry