Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(44)
Author: Jennifer Foor

She made a few balls and then missed a hard cut shot in the side pocket. I could tell from the reaction on her face that she meant to make it. She cursed under her breath and handed me my stick. I walked around the table, decided what ball I should shoot at first. The trick with playing someone who was as good as Vessa, was to hide her from making a shot if you missed your object ball. It wasn’t as simple as running out a rack. It took a lot of thinking.

I started shooting, making one ball at time. After banking two in a row, I felt like I had the game in the bag. That was until she bent over the table, in just her bra, right at the moment that I took my shot. I missed by at least five inches and broke out a group of her balls that were all clustered together. “Shit!”

She grabbed the stick and bent over to take her shot. “What’s wrong? Did I distract you?”

“I’ll be fine. Next time you try to shark me, don’t think I won’t put my dick up on this table and f**k you up.”

She giggled and made her shot with precise position. Yet another advantage that she had over me was the fact that she could not be distracted. She switched hands and made another ball. “When my dad was teaching me how to play, he used to try and scare me all the time. He said that if I could tune out everything around me, I’d be a better player.”

“I wish I got to meet him.”

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” She bent down and made the shot. “He would have liked you. You’re everything that my parents wanted for me. My dad would have given you run for your money on the table though. He played in a few semi pro events when I was a little girl.”

I started racking the balls, trying not to think about being a game behind her. “Did your mom play?”

She shook her head, but smiled. “No. My mom hated it. I think because my dad loved it so much. He spent a lot of time playing pool, instead of with us. I think she resented the game in general. I know she hated when he taught me how to play.”

She broke the balls up and made three. I watched her walk around the table in her bra and underwear. She was so sexy, but with the tattoos and her hair all messed up, she was perfect. Since she got a kick out of distracting me, I walked over and pulled her into my arms, kissing her like we weren’t in the middle of a horrible breakup.

Her lips were so soft and puffy. There wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t have done to be able to kiss them every day. Her tongue always matched my movements, which in turn gave me even more reason to want to kiss her. I pulled away, bringing my mouth up to her ear. “It’s taking everything I have in me to not bend you over this table.” I cupped one of her br**sts and pulled the fabric of her bra down, before sucking her nipple into my mouth. I got it so wet with my saliva that I took my chin and let my scruffy stubble rub it in. She leaned back and closed her eyes. I kissed her little nipple and then between her breast on more time before covering her back up and backing away.

She licked her lips, while opening her eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair.”

She put the stick against the wall and reached behind her back. “You wanna play like that? I can play your game.” With one tug, she had her bra off and was swinging it around. I wasn’t sure if I should stare at her tits, or close my eyes. She tossed it over towards me and grabbed her stick.

“That’s completely changing the rules of the game. I …holy shit that is so hot, Vessa.” She bent down and started shooting. The stick, my stick, was brushing against her full breast as she stroked. I bit down on my fist and tried to watch the table and not Vessa. She made it and blew me a kiss as she moved on to the next ball.

When she missed, I knew I had to do something. I held up my finger and ran into my bedroom. In the time it took me to find a clean t-shirt to throw over her head, she’d grabbed my gun holster and my hat, put them both on and was leaning against the table. “It’s your shot.”

I dropped the shirt on the floor. My hat was too big for her head, but she was hotter than I ever could have imagined. “I’m going to die before I turn thirty.” From head to toe, she was perfection. Under my gun holster, which included my gun and clipped on badge, was a little pair of panties. She was barefoot and her tattooed arm was holding the pool stick. I ran into the living room and grabbed my phone.

She covered herself and turned around. “What are you doing?”

“Win or lose, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.” I didn’t think it would change her mind, but she actually turned around and started posing. My dick was so damn hard that my pajama pants felt tight.

When I set my phone down, she put her finger out and motioned for me to come to her. As hot as the gun looked on her, it was the first thing that had to come off. I wasn’t about to have my dick shot off, even though I knew the safety was on. She tossed off the hat halfway through my pictures, so all I had to remove was her little panties.

Hard kisses, rough enough to smack our teeth together, followed by her hands discovering just how ready I was to be inside of her. She let out a sound when her hands wrapped around my erection. I picked her up and carried her over, sitting her on the pool table. The balls went rolling all over the table and neither one of us cared about the game or the stakes. I had to have her. She had to be mine.

I ripped off her panties and spread her legs, while tugging my own pants down and letting them fall to my ankles. She wrapped her legs around me as I pulled just her ass off of the table. My erection was pressing against her pu**y. She was laying on her back with her hair spread all around the table. Pool balls surrounded her body. I licked my lips and watched her touching her breast and rubbing her hands over her smooth skin.

I never thought I’d have this again.

I never knew I would feel this way about anyone again.

With every emotion weighing heavily over my actions, I took my c**k and slid inside of her. My hands found her hips and I watched her watching me f**k her. I was so angry, so hurt that I took it out in the way I pounded her. She screamed out. “It hurts…don’t stop.”

So I didn’t. I pumped myself inside of her harder than I ever had before. The more she screamed, the more I thrusted. Sweat started to run down the sides of my face. At the rapid pace I was moving, I wasn’t going to last but seconds more. Finally feeling like I was out of breath. I pulled out of her and flipped her around. Only her ass and legs were hanging off the table. I ran my hands up her back, hearing her moan, only made my dick throb more.