Wicked (Wild, Wicked and Wanton #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,4

coffee table and laced her arms behind her head.

“So, Blair, I think it’s your turn next.”

She looked over at Abby, who was equally kicked back with her feet tucked under her in the wicker chair. “My turn for what?”

“The bet.”

Blair arched a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Great idea. And I have just the suggestion for man meat for you,” Callie said.

Now they were talking about subject that interested her. She couldn’t imagine what man Callie and Abby would have in mind for her. “Who?”

“Rand McKay,” Callie replied with a smug smile.

“Rand is perfect,” Abby added.

“Oh, you two are hilarious.” Blair stretched and wiggled her toes. “But I don’t think so.”

“Unless I’m mistaken, Miss Newcastle, you were the one who thought up and set the terms of this bet,” Abby said. “And those terms included that we got to choose who you fucked. Not you.”

She sat up straight and gaped at them. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Deadly,” Callie said.

“I thought you were my friends.”

“We are.”

“Then how can you do this to me?”

Abby rolled her eyes. “We’re not doing anything to you. We’ve simply chosen the man we think you should have your weekend sex fest with.”

This was unbelievable. She couldn’t do it. Not Rand. Anyone but Rand. Her stomach tightened at the thought. “I’ll just renege on the bet.”

Callie gasped. “Blair Newcastle. You have never backed out on a bet in all the years we’ve known you. Are you that much of a coward?”

Goddammit! Callie was right. She had never, ever failed to see a bet through. But it was Rand, for the love of God. How could she accept the terms? Why were they doing this to her when they knew how she felt about him?

“Blair,” Abby said. “You might think you’re keeping some deep dark secret, but not from us.”

Blair’s eyes widened. They could not know! “What are you talking about?”

“Rand McKay. You’ve been hot for him since high school. It’s obvious to everyone who knows the two of you.”

“It is not.” And that wasn’t her secret. It wasn’t what kept her away from Rand. They had no idea what they were asking of her.

“It is, too,” Callie said. “The way you two look at each other is like watching animals in heat. Honey, you were meant to be together. We’re just giving fate a little push in the right direction.”

“Especially since you’re too bullheaded to take that step, for some reason that is completely unclear to Callie and me,” Abby added.

“Fate has nothing to do with why Rand and I aren’t together. We aren’t together because I choose not to be with him.”

“He wants you,” Abby said.

“That’s his fucking problem.”

“Not this weekend it isn’t,” Callie replied, then laughed. “This weekend he gets to have you. Over and over and over again.”

“This is not funny, goddammit!” She pushed off the sofa and stalked to the window where her car sat in the driveway. The car she’d leaned against while Rand ran his hands all over her body, inciting her senses to near fever pitch. If she let him touch her, she’d lose control. He’d wrest it away from her and dominate her. She couldn’t give up her advantage to him. If she did, she’d never get it back.

Then again, did she really have to give up control? She was a master at wrapping men around her little finger. She’d been doing it for years, and she was damn good at it. If she worked her wiles on Rand, she’d wager he’d come crawling. He’d be so surprised she was willing to spread her legs for him, he wouldn’t even notice she wasn’t giving him anything she didn’t really want to give. He’d dive into her pussy, so happy she was giving it up to him after all these years, he wouldn’t have time to realize she was the one in total control of the situation, that she was the one calling all the shots.

He’d just think he was in charge. And by the time he figured it out, she’d have fulfilled the terms of the bet, fucked his brains out, and be on her way. Door closed.

Heart protected.

She turned away from the window and regarded her traitorous friends with a sly grin. “You know. You’re absolutely right. It’s about damn time I throw Rand McKay down and fuck him. I’ll do it.”

“You mean, you’ll do him?” Callie asked. “After all these years, you’re finally going to screw Rand?

“Yes, I’ll do him. I’ll fuck Rand McKay.”

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blair sat in her office and tapped her