MINE 2 by Kristina Weaver Read Free Book Online

good measure.
    We all break out laughing when she starts humming the theme to Star Wars and pulls a face to let us know how unimpressed she is.
    “Brody?”
    “Yeah. He finally gave in and let me make him dinner, but he chose the movie after, and…well, let’s just say trying to seduce a man while he’s lip synching everything Han Solo says is not as easy as it looks.”
    “Never say!” I choke in mock horror, snorting water through my nose when she flips me the bird and huffs out a sigh.
    “Not even a bloody snog afterward, either. He just got up and pecked my cheek before walking out, as if I hadn’t been trying to give him a full body licking. I’m starting to wonder if Brody is even worth all this effort. Seriously, Star Wars ?”
    That has us laughing so hard a snooty old lady at the table to the left starts shooting daggers our way—no private room today, thanks to the lunch rush.
    “Don’t give up just yet, English, The Goldens are on it,” Brit trills, giving her the thumbs up. “But that’s for tomorrow. Now tell us, Ash, you little light skirt, what happened to teasing him mercilessly?”
    “I just told you: he got all riled up when I did the morning wood tease, and when I came out of the bathroom he was buck naked and doing things with his hips that, for your information, should be an art form.”
    Goodness, I wasn’t walking right after the first round, and that had only been the beginning. When Lucian Jasper says he’s going all day, he really means all freaking day.
    I’m not complaining, mind you, because after round four he’d been replete enough to let me explore him. One inch at a time.
    I’m now the proud owner of a few sex cards that every woman should have. Namely, oral skills that I do not mind having.
    “We can fix this,” Viv says after our food arrives and we dig in. “It’s just a little hiccup. We just have to rework the plan with the knowledge that Ash is a light skirted whore. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
    I gasp and give her the stink eye for that comment.
    “He’s my husband.”
    “No, he’s a mission,” they all say together, high fiving each other to the annoyance of Old Lady Sour Lips and her harrumphing ass. “You’re a wounded soldier on a mission to free innocent hostages from the cold, dark prison that is now your man’s heart. It’s your job to get everyone out alive before the stick up his ass blows everything to hell and back.”
    I can’t even tell you what those words do to my mental imagery. Seriously, I’m gonna see that exploding stick every time I look at him now.
    Or maybe not, seeing as that lazy hip swivel image has been dogging me for two days. Sexy beast.
    “Okay, all right. What’s the battle plan then?” I ask, forking up a bite of mouth-watering salmon.
    “If it in any way involves celibacy and keeping my hands off Lucian, I can tell you all now, that is so not happening. Especially not after that thing he did with his tongue this morning.”
    Oooh, shiver.
    “I think we should use your previously flopped attempt at declaring your love,” Brit says, looking around the table for agreement. “He’s obviously going to expect you to say it soon, since you’re walking around with your mushy heart on your sleeve and dripping blood.”
    “Oh, nice visual,” Cammy croons, clapping excitedly despite my stink eye.
    “I am not.”
    “Are too, sister. I can practically see you bleeding on the inside, you’re so hot to say it. Keep it in, though, because this next part is gonna be oh so fun,” she cackles, making me shiver with dread.
    I don’t tell them that the chances of me ever trying to say those three words again are like zero. Honestly, a snowball will make it through hell before I do that to myself again. Talk about humiliating.
    “Go on then, and blind me with your dastardly plans,” I mutter, glaring at Old Lady Snoot and her narrow eyed squint.
    “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you. Anyway, here’s what I want you to