“First of all, leave Wilder alone. She had just sat down to eat. And second of all, that is not okay. Nobody is talking sexual positions on social media. What is wrong with you?”
Creases pop up between his eyes, then he turns sad puppy eyes on Luna. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
She’s hiding a laugh behind her hand, but her shoulders are shaking. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. JJ?”
“I’m sorry, Luna. But the other stuff is a good idea, right? We can cut between answers from the women and the men. No sex stuff, though. Well, maybe just the men.”
“Absolutely not. You want that shit coming back to haunt you after you go pro?” Most of the guys might not think about the consequences of their actions now. But controlling my actions in public is so entrenched in my psyche, I don’t even have to think about it.
“What are you looking at?” Cece is glaring at me. I didn’t intend to target her with my words, but I did subconsciously turn toward her.
“I didn’t mean you, Cece. Sorry.”
Dev leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry, Captain. Sometimes things leave my mouth before I’ve had time to think them through. I’m working on it.”
JJ does look contrite. I give him a nod.
Luna hasn’t touched her plate, eyes flicking around the table to take in all the action. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Did you want some hot sauce?” I grab a handful of bottles from the center of the table, placing them in front of her. “Mild to holy-fuck-grant-me-the-sweet-relief-of-death.” I tap each bottle in turn, hoping to get her eating.
“Wow. You make it sound so appealing, but I think I’ll stick with the mild.” She grabs the little green bottle, sprinkling a few drops on her chicken.
Her eyes widen when I grab the holy-fuck bottle.
“I would not have taken you for a spicy guy.”
My mouth curls up at the edges. “Oh, I’m all about the spice.” Our eyes meet, and my stomach wrenches.
A hint of pink darkens her cheeks, and she scoops a healthy pile of meat onto her tortilla. I don’t turn to my own plate until she takes her first bite. Her little moan of pleasure shivers through me. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
I swallow hard, appetite for food diminishing as fast as another kind of hunger unfurls itself. After I chastised JJ for his comment, I’m the one with a hard-on twitching to life. Hypocrite.
I shove down a few fajitas, and avoid looking at her for the rest of the meal, but my need doesn’t ebb. Would it be rude to hustle her out the door as soon as the meal ends? Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist her if she sticks around for the evening.
Even Dev groans and shakes his head by the end of the meal. We’ve taken a serious dent out of the heaping piles of food laid out buffet-style on the table.
When Luna refuses another serving, I grab her plate, stacking it with mine. Jazz shakes her head, reaching over. “It’s our turn to clean up.”
I settle back down in my seat, nodding. At least if I was helping clean up, I could tell her to go sit down, play with Bluebeard until I can drive her home.
“Thanks, Jazz. You ready to go, Wilder? I’ll give you a ride.”
Her mouth pops open, and it looks even more delicious than the amazing meal we just had. “Yeah, sure. Can I say goodbye to Bluebeard? I was hoping to play with him a bit. I’ve missed his little fuzzy face.”
Now I feel like an ass. He is the reason she’s here. Not her fault I’m desperate to kiss her.
“Of course. Come on. Let’s go find him.” The problem is, I’m pretty sure I know where he is. He’s taken to hanging out in my room when he’s not glued to my heels.
“You sure I can’t help clean up?” She reaches for a bowl of chopped tomatoes, but Cole whisks it away before she can grab it.
“Nope. We’ve got a system here. If you come back on the right day, you can help Beau with his clean up duties.” Cole gives me some intense side-eye.
“Okay.”
