Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,53
that you didn’t have much money; we just wanted to be able to hang out with you.”
“You guys might not have minded, but I did.” His forehead scrunches, and a scowl takes over his face for a few seconds before smoothing out. He hands me one putter and a little yellow ball.
Money was always a sore subject when we were young, but I’d figured he’d be past it now that he’s a big, fancy lawyer. The past few weeks together have proven otherwise. The few times we’ve gone grocery shopping, I’ve noticed he always grabs the coupon sheet by the door and sticks to sale or generic products whenever possible. Not that I don’t try to shop smart, but it seems almost like a compulsion for him.
“Tell you what, if you still feel like you owe me something from all those years ago, I’m happy to let you pay me back in blowjobs,” I tease, and Leo snorts a laugh.
“In that case, I’m sure we can work out a payment plan.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to kiss me. Someone nearby catcalls, and I chuckle against his lips, my face heating, but I kiss him back harder because I can.
“Ready to get your ass kicked?” he taunts when he releases me.
“Oh please, I’ve always been better at mini golf than you are.”
“Care to make it interesting?” He waggles his eyebrows, and I roll the golf ball in my fingers, waiting to hear his proposition. “If I win, I get to sleep in your bed tonight. My back could use a break from the couch.”
“And if I win?” I ask, already knowing I’m going to have him in bed with me tonight regardless of who wins the game.
“What do you want?”
I consider all of the things I could ask for, an array of sexy and playful options dancing through my mind. But there’s only one thing I really want.
“If I win, you have to have one civil conversation with Hudson.”
Leo draws up short, a scowl replacing his smile. He grips his club tighter, his knuckles going white before he relaxes his hold.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready to forgive him—or if I ever will be,” he hedges.
“One conversation,” I push.
He looks away, his jaw tensing. After a few seconds, he huffs out a heavy breath and looks back at me. “Fine, if you win, I’ll have one conversation with Hudson.”
“One civil conversation,” I correct.
The corner of his lip quirks in a reluctant smile. “Yes, one civil conversation,” he concedes.
It’s not much, but maybe if they can stop snapping at each other for thirty seconds, they’ll be able to remember why they used to be best friends.
“Let’s play then,” I say with a smirk.
At the first hole, Leo bends over to set down his ball, and I admire the biteable shape of his ass, his jeans hugging his round cheeks in an utterly distracting way. I lick my lips, my skin heating and my cock hardening. He stands up and lines up his putt. With the stakes this high, and his ass so tempting, I figure playing dirty is the way to go. As he pulls back to hit the ball, I grab a handful of his ass and squeeze.
“Hey,” he yelps, his ball careening off the course and into the decorative rocks along the side.
“Looks like you’ll have to take a one stroke penalty,” I say innocently.
“That’s cheating! You can’t grope your competitor while he’s taking his shot,” he argues.
“I think you’ll find, counselor, that no such stipulation was made during the negotiation portion of our date,” I tease.
“Which one of us is the lawyer here?” Leo cocks an eyebrow at me, and I can’t resist giving his ass another squeeze.
“Your fancy law degree isn’t going to save you.”
“Fine, if you want to play dirty, we’ll play dirty,” he agrees, picking up his ball and setting it back on the felt.
What follows is the most arousing round of mini golf I’ve ever played—Leo kisses and sucks my neck while I try to putt, and I get him back by grabbing his dick on his next turn. We touch and tease and kiss until we’re both hard and neither of us are able to focus on the game.
“We’re tied and this is the last hole,” Leo says, adjusting his erection and setting his ball down.
“I hope it’s not the very last hole,” I tease.
“Really?” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I bite my bottom lip,