“Why would I? I’ve got much better plans tonight. At least, I hope I do. This date isn’t going to end with you dropping me at my door with a chaste kiss good night, is it?”
“That depends on what you want,” I said.
“I want you to come into my dorm room and ravage me.”
“Don’t you have a roommate?”
“We’ll make him leave.”
I laughed. “Real nice.”
Bailey waved a hand. “I’ll return the favor when he gets a girlfriend. Or I’ll play wingman at the next party he wants to go to. Whatever. It’ll be fine.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see how the night unfolds,” I said.
I was planning to crash at my brother’s place. He’d offered me his guest room. But I wasn’t sure yet about bringing my boyfriend there. Aiden would probably be okay with it, but it was awkward.
I could tell Bailey had some kind of college boy fantasy about having me in his dorm room, and I was curious to see the place, so maybe I’d let him have his way.
We finished eating, and then I slid out of the booth. “Ready to see the surprise?”
“Finally!” Bailey followed me around the corner toward the back of the pub, and there, sitting unobtrusively, was a pool table.
Bailey laughed. “Seriously?”
I turned to him. “I thought it’d be fun to play. I’m the only guy you get to hustle tonight.”
Bailey’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, this should be fun. I hope you’re ready to lose your shirt.” He paused. “And your pants.” He grinned sharply. “You should know I’m going to take you for everything I can get.”
My body heated at the intent in his gaze. “Then show me what you’ve got.”
Bailey racked the balls and chalked his cue tip before breaking with all the sure, confident movements of a pro. He was so damn sexy when he bent over a pool table, his focus laser-sharp, and hit every shot he called.
By the time we finished the first game, I was burning with the desire to get him alone.
“You’re going to do anything I ask tonight,” he murmured into my ear, making me shiver with anticipation.
By the end of the second game—in which Bailey had once again annihilated me—I was hard in my jeans and aching for relief.
“If we don’t leave now, I might try to blow you at this pool table.”
Bailey smirked. “But I had one more bet in mind.”
“What’s that?”
“If I win, you fuck me tonight.”
I grabbed his arm and jerked him close. “You’ve already won. All the prizes are yours.”
He held my gaze for a long moment, then smiled slow and sweet. There was a hint of the devil in that smile. I was the older one, the experienced one, thetarnishedone.
So why did I suddenly feel like I was in over my head?
CHAPTER 19
Bailey
I couldn’t keepmy hands off Flynn. He made it three blocks before pulling over onto a quiet, darkened street.
