Rockin' the Heart (Hot Wired) by Gracen Miller Page B

Keys is right, it was a line, hellion,” Derringer agreed. “He wanted what he was denied at the store.”
    She blinked at him and shook her head. They had no idea what they were talking about. Heath didn’t want her. He wanted more for the band.
    “ Good thing he kisses like Jase.”
    “ Yep.” She pinned a ball in the pocket and moved around the table to sight her next shot.
    “ Won’t be any chance of him breaking your heart or us being obligated to shatter his kneecaps since he kisses like Jase .”
    Yeah, if only she hated his kisses as much as she claimed, she’d be thanking her lucky stars.
    Instead he ’d kissed like a rock star god, holding nothing back, like he owned her, and knew his sexual place in the world. Double damn. He’d kissed her like he knew his way around her body already. With his learning curve, the man would be lethal to her libido once he knew how to traverse the sensitive spots.
    I ’m in over my head.
    Fear spiraled down her spine. She ’d obligated herself, and she wouldn’t renege on a deal. That wasn’t her style. But she’d luckily given herself an out with the clause that she could break up with him whenever she wanted.
    Satisfied she ’d had the sensibility to add in that disclaimer, Sam met Derringer’s cool regard. “You got something to say, Derr? ‘Coz it sounds like you’re trying to get at something.”
    “ Just calling bullshit when I hear and see it.”
    “ Heath is like a brother to me.” She pocketed her next four balls back-to-back.
    “ I could tell in the video.”
    Glaring at Derr, h er hold on the stick tightened to the point her fingertips whitened and her flesh stung.
    “ I knew you’d run the goddamn table on me,” Keys bitched. “What happened to the handicap you were going to give me?”
    “ Your tag-team pranks pissed me off.” She smiled sweetly as the last of her stripes went into their holes. She pointed at the corner pocket nearest her. “Eight ball here.”
    At this angle, the final orb would bank three times before reaching its final resting spot.
    “ I’d say no way in Hell you could make that shot, but I know how good you are.” Derringer uncapped the Scotch and filled Keys’ glass more than half full of the liquor. “Drink up, you’ll need it, she’s about to kick your pansy ass.”

    On the way to her bedroom an hour later, she received a text from Nessa.
    You and Fang? OMG! BFFs share details.
    Not in the mood to elucidate, Sam supplied minimal words necessary to appease her friend. Complicated. Will xplain l8r.
    Nessa’s chirpiness over Sam’s predicament came through loud and clear through her message. You tease. He’s so dreamy. Can’t wait to hear ALL.
    As much as it hurt to admit, h er long-time friend’s reaction proved Tab accurate. The world thought she lived a fantasy by dating Heath. After knowing her so long, Sam expected Nessa to see beyond the false pretenses of fame. Unless one lived her life, she doubted anyone would understand.
    About to settle into bed her phone rang and displayed Omega Starr’s name.
    As she pulled her tank top down her belly, she connected the call. “Hey.”
    “Nightmare or wet dream, Sam?”
    She sighed. Weird that her no-strings attached lover-slash-best friend understood her predicament and her best girlfriend didn’t. Did that mean he listened to her better than Nessa? Or maybe he could relate? Nah… he knew her. He also knew how she felt about Heath. That said tons about her rapport with Nessa when she confessed her desires to Omega, but not to the girl she’d known the longest.
    She and Omega lived similar lives, both caught up in the limelight thanks to family . With his father being a famous producer, he couldn’t ditch the newsfeed any more than she could. Pillow talk made confessing her darkest desires easy, especially with their common interests.
    “At the moment, I can’t decide. Something tame has snowballed—”
    “Sam, sorry to interrupt but have you