Mixed Up(37)

She waited a moment, clearly in defiance, before she closed her legs. "Now you're in discomfort," she said through her smile, "Will you please help me build the pool table?"

"Can I bend you over it after?"

"Only if you want to be punched in the face."

"We'll see." I sat back down. Fuck, it was uncomfortable. My cock pushed right against my zipper, and a grimace crossed my face as I not-so-discreetly tried to push it out of the way of the zipper.

Raven glanced down-three times-before looking away quite obviously. If I was bad at hiding my erection, she was bad at ignoring it.

That didn't make it any damn easier.

"Let's get this shit over with," I muttered, holding my hand out for the screws.





***





"Wait, wait, wait!" Raven flapped her hands. "I can set them up!"

"I've been waiting for five minutes." I rubbed my fingertips across my forehead. "Just use the fucking picture, would you? I still have prep to do."

"I know, I know." She picked up the ball nearest to her with her finger and thumb. "I told you, we'd have a quick game. I'm pretty bad at this, so you'll beat me in minutes."

"Assuming you ever get the balls in the triangle to actually pot anything."

She slammed her hands against the side of the table and glared at me. "If you'd be quiet, I'd be able to concentrate."

"And if you used the picture, you'd be done already."

She dropped her head back with a groan. "Fine, give me the damn picture."

I slapped it down in front of her and walked to the other end of the table. She'd gotten changed from what she'd called her "slob" clothes into something more appropriate for work.

Appropriate was a relative term. Truly a matter of opinion. I didn't believe the skin-tight, scarlet skirt she was wearing was at all appropriate. Not because it was only a few inches long, but because it hugged her ass so unfairly well that I was glad the pool table hid my boner.

For the most part, at least.

Untucking my shirt was doing the rest of the work-except I was damn hot. The table had weighed a ton, and Raven hadn't really been much help at all. She guided it more than she lifted it.

Just like she'd supervised as I'd built it.

"There." She whipped the triangle off the table with a flourish. As she bent to put it inside the little hole in the table, her white blouse gaped, offering me a generous view of her cleavage.

I rubbed my hand down my face.

Was this my punishment for ignoring my mother's attempts to drag me to church this morning? Because it sure as fuck felt like it.

Raven's hand curled around the top of the cue. She used a chalk cube on the tip of it as she asked, "Am I breaking?"

"The pool balls or my balls?"

"The pool balls. I don't care about yours."

I did. Unfortunately. "Yes. You're breaking."




       
         
       
        
"The pool balls or your balls?" She smirked as she came up next to me, the white ball in the palm of her hand.

I swallowed and looked down at her. Her eyelashes were darkened with a coat of mascara, and that only made the blueness of her irises seem as though they were ten times brighter.

"Both," I answered, my throat dry.

"Excellent." The happy inflection as well as the way she slid her hands down the pool cue simultaneously pissed me off and made my cock twitch.

She bent forward, getting into position to break. Stepping back, I realized instantly that it was a mistake. The hem of her skirt was now perilously close to the curve of her ass cheeks, and it was only thanks to the shadow that fell across her skin that I couldn't see if she was still wearing those goddamn red, lacy panties.

I was fucking imagining it though, wasn't I? It didn't help that I could see a thick string raising the fabric of her skirt. Or maybe the fabric of her skirt was pressing down on her underwear. All I knew was that red panties or no, if her skirt rode up anymore, I'd be seeing more than just her underwear.

The small pop of the cue knocking into the white ball was overshadowed the moment the white hit the pack. That click was loud, filling the air as balls bounced off each other into the cushions at the sides.

Each time the balls hit each other, it sounded exactly the same as a smacked ass.

I had issues. Major issues.

Raven straightened. "Huh. That was better than I thought."

I blinked, dragging my eyes from her ass to the table. "Yeah. It was good."

"Are you gonna take your shot?"

Cum shot?

Fuuuuck. Why was everything dirty to me today?