Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,42

glanced down to look at the barbells that went straight through my nipples before meeting his stunned gaze with my humor-filled one. “They are.”

“Anything else on you pierced?”

“Do you want the answer to that, or would you rather find out for yourself?” It was the same question I’d asked him when he inquired about my tattoos.

Foster opened his mouth to respond, closed it, and cleared his throat before he was finally able to speak. “Definitely find out for myself.”

A rumble sounded in my throat. “Then I won’t answer you.”

“I…I’d better get going. Otherwise I’ll be making another mess.”

“We don’t want that to happen.”

“Don’t be so sure,” he grumbled.

I laughed and walked him to the door. But before pulling it open, I slammed him into the door and covered his mouth with mine. He instantly responded, wrapping his arms around my neck and plunging his hands into my hair at the same time his tongue entered my mouth. The kiss was heated, passionate, and downright filthy. We kissed as if it was the last one we’d have for days and we needed it to last until then.

“Okay,” I said breathlessly as I wrenched my mouth away, “definitely almost made another mess.”

“Same. I’ll talk to you later.”

After closing the door behind Foster, I locked up and went to the living room to clean up the mess. Once everything was tidy again, I stripped down and went to bed.

My entire body was thrumming with the adrenaline of what’d happened between us. If we reacted that way with clothes on, I could only imagine how explosive we could be once they were shed and we were finally able to explore each other completely. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to make him feel what his body was capable of. And when he was ready, I was going to make good on my promise.

15

Foster

“Don’t look now, but it looks like trouble is here, and it’s coming straight toward you,” Mina said ominously. “That expression just screams problems.”

“What?” I asked and turned to follow her gaze, groaning when I saw who was making a beeline toward the bar. “Oh, shit.”

I could feel Mina giving me a onceover. “Do I need to get Ted?”

“Not yet. Let’s see what happens, first.”

The person in question was Blaine Conrad. He’d made my life a living hell in high school. I never understood what I did to make him hate me, aside from the fact I was an easy target due to being a bit on the smaller side and I preferred to keep to myself. But whatever the reason, he took advantage and ran with it. I went home with countless bruises and nosebleeds thanks to being used as a crash-test dummy every time he sent me flying face-first into a locker, and since he was a key player on the basketball team, everyone turned a blind eye—including my mother, who was a booster. Something she came to regret later in life and apologized profusely for more than once. I’d forgiven her before she ever apologized, but it was nice to hear her speak it out loud.

When I moved back after my failed engagement, I didn’t go directly to my hometown, but the neighboring one instead. It was familiar enough that I felt comfortable but distant enough that I didn’t have to see many people from my past. It gave me the space I needed to get my affairs in order and life put back together. So running into someone at the bar was bound to happen at some point, since it was such a popular place. I just didn’t want it to be Blaine.

“Why does he look like he smells something foul?” she asked loudly enough for only me to hear.

“That’s just his face. It hasn’t changed over the years.”

Mina snorted and turned her attention to a customer who wanted a refill and left me to deal with the one approaching the bar. I braced myself, waiting to see what vitriol would spew from his mouth, since experience had proven he could only look at people as if they were beneath him.

“What can I get for you?” I asked, trying to keep my tone professional and not loaded with the contempt I felt.

“A shot of tequila and keep them coming,” he grumbled.

I quickly poured the shot and sat it in front of him, and without even looking at me he downed it in one swift drink and slammed the glass on the counter. “I said keep