Fair Game (The Rules #1) by Monica Murphy Read Free Book Online

on my chest and gives me a gentle shove. “I’m not flocking to you.”
    “Even after all that talk about coming and with my hand up your skirt?”
    Jade looks down with a sharp gasp, dropping her hand to mine and shoving it out from beneath her skirt. “What are you doing? ”
    “I thought it was obvious.” When she says nothing, only glares at me, I continue. “I was going to kiss you and hopefully get you off with my fingers.”
    Her mouth drops open. Instead of looking aroused, she looks…pissed. Vaguely horrified. “You’re disgusting.”
    I lean back. Move way, way back though I’m not getting off the bed. Not yet. I still have a chance.
    Or then again, maybe I don’t.
     

    I almost fell for all of that. The charm, the seductive tone of his voice, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. Somehow, without me being aware of it, he’d skimmed those too sure fingers up my leg and slipped them beneath my skirt. Nuzzled my face with his. Freaking talked about being inside of me and making me come all while I’d be begging and shouting his name.
    What a perv. Worse? I like his perverted side.
    A lot.
    “Shepard Prescott,” I whisper, trying it out. “Shepard. Shep.”
    He runs a hand through that sexy mop of hair. It’s in dire need of a trim. Touched with gold as if the sun reached out and shot her rays directly on those rich brown strands. “What are you doing?”
    “Oh, Shep.” I smile, feeling like the chick that fakes an orgasm in that one movie from the eighties. Mom loves that movie. I prefer Sleepless in Seattle but whatever. “Touch me there, Shep. Deeper Shep.”
    He smiles. “See? Is that so hard?”
    “Are you hard?” I clamp my lips shut the moment the words fall out of my mouth. Did I really just say that?
    He clears his throat, readjusts the front of his jeans. Oh good lord, I did. And I think he is.
    “You’re the one calling my name,” he points out.
    “I was pretending to try it out.” I sit up straighter, jerking my legs away from him. My ankle feels much better thank goodness. “But it’s not working for me. Shep is definitely not sexy.”
    “Says the only female on campus who thinks that.”
    “Please. You’re so arrogant.” I dart out my foot and nudge it against his thigh, surprised at how rock hard it is. The man is solid muscle, I’ll give him that. I bet he looks damn good with his shirt off. Or even naked.
    Yeah. Don’t go there.
    “See? You’re trying to touch me.”
    “I’m trying to get you to stand up so I can get off this bed.”
    “Why didn’t you say so?” He leaps to his feet, agile as a cat. And he’s a sneaky predator too. Scary. “Need help?” he asks, offering his hand toward me.
    I ignore his outstretched arm and push off the bed, putting my weight gingerly on my twisted ankle but it’s fine. All better now.
    I can make my escape.
    “Since I just shut you down maybe you should go try and charm the panties off some other innocent girl,” I say, blinking up at him.
    “You still owe me.”
    Ugh. He’s not going to let this go. “And by owing you, are you implying I’m supposed to have sex with you? Please. I’m not your whore.”
    “I never said that,” he says, all calm, smooth and irritating as hell. “But a bet is a bet. A deal is a deal. I won you fair and square.”
    “Yeah, because my ex put me up for grabs!” I point out, immediately regretting that I yelled at him. It’s annoying, how serene he is when I’m all flustered.
    “You two broke up?” I refuse to hear the hopeful note in his voice.
    Refuse. Refuse. Refuse.
    “We’d been headed in that direction for a while.” God, I’m trying my best for nonchalant but it’s difficult. I lift my chin. “Not that it would matter to you. You were making a play for me, believing I was involved with someone else.”
    “Give me a break. You were willing. Don’t make me out to be the scumbag.” He jerks a thumb at his chest. His very broad, very nice chest.
    True.