“In theory, I guess. Do I know that you hit balls with a stick? Yes. Have I ever played it? No.”
Her lips pull up into a devilish little grin that makes my cock hard as a rock.
“If you’re asking if I’d like to play pool with you, Killian, the answer is yes. I’d love to hit your balls with a stick.”
I laugh so hard I cough, nearly choking on my beer. Knox laughs too, but Killian arches a brow and stares at her before his serious expression turns to a half-grin.
“I bet you would, Killer. For the record, you’ll be sticking to the balls on the table.”
Knox and I share a glance as Heather tosses her head back with laughter. Killian grabs a pool stick from the wall and hands it to her with a warning.
“Behave.”
She tilts her head to the side and smirks at him with a playful sparkle in her eyes.
“What do you do for fun, Killian? Do you even know how to have fun?”
Heather stands with the stick on the ground as she strokes up and down the length of it. Obviously, her goal is to get my brother worked up, and clearly it’s working.
He moves closer to her and wraps his palm around hers, forcing her to stop moving her hand.
“It will be fun for me to bend you over this table and spank your ass, should you choose to misbehave.”
As always, I can feel the tension between them. They are both so busy trying to push the other away, that I’m not sure they even realize how much they want each other. Need each other.
“So you don’t really want me to behave?”
Killian lowers his head as if he’s going to kiss her, but he doesn’t.
“I want to see if you’re capable of it, Killer, because I don’t think you are. Prove me wrong.”
She shoves the pool cue against Killian's chest, and places her hands on her hips.
“I want to see if you’re capable of not being a dick, because I don’t think you are. Prove me wrong.”
If she thought she’d piss him off, she’s mistaken. The grin on his face is from ear to ear. He can say whatever he wants about her, but he likes the challenge.
“Pool now, punishment later.”
I walk over to the table and rack the balls as Killian hands the cue back to Heather.
“Losers first. I mean, ladies first.”
She stands at the end of the table, holding the stick in a tight grip.
Knox comes up behind her and positions the cue in her hand.
“You don’t want to grip it so hard, Tesoro. Let it glide smoothly.”
He lets go of her, and she asks, “Any of the balls?”
Killian answers, “Except the eight ball. Knock that in and you lose.”
She looks fucking adorable as she narrows her gaze at the balls with serious concentration. Licking her lips, she pulls the cue back and glides it forward and watches the balls scatter. When the purple striped ball goes into the far right pocket, she jumps up and down with excitement.
Her excitement is fucking adorable, causing even Killian to crack a smile. She stares at my brother in obvious shock.
“You smiled.”
