Wicked
the game was on. Her intent was to wind up at Rand’s house tonight, so if Abby and Callie wanted to take a peek and make sure she was fulfilling her part of the bargain, they were welcome to come on over.She had every intention of making sure they knew exactly where she was. She’d made the bet, they’d chosen her man, and she was damn well going to fuck him.
* * *
What a long freakin’ day. Rand blew out a breath, anticipating a cold beer as soon as he walked through the door at home. What he hadn’t anticipated was the sight of sexy, tanned legs bent over the open hood of a white Mercedes right outside the entrance to his property. He pulled the Jeep to a stop behind Blair’s car and stepped out.
She didn’t even bother to raise her head from underneath the hood of her car, just tapped one sandaled foot and hummed. The slight breeze blew her flowery skirt just enough to give him a glimpse of sleek, slender thighs and the lower curve of one fine ass. He swallowed past the dry lump in his throat and tamped down the lump of flesh in his jeans quickly springing to life.
Sliding next to her, he looked under the hood. “Problem?”
“No, I’m working on my tan.”
She had a smart mouth. Such a pretty mouth, too. Full, pink, pouty lips he’d like to slide his dick between. Adjusting himself to accommodate his growing discomfort, he said, “Funny. So what’s the problem?”
With a slow turn of her head in his direction, she tilted her sunglasses partway down her nose, revealing crystal blue eyes. “If I knew what the problem was, would I be here?”
“Scoot.” He bumped her hip. “What’s it not doing?”
“Running, dumb ass.”
“Careful with those smart-ass replies. I’m not above tossing you over my knee right here, baring your ass, and spanking you.”
Her sharp hiss of outraged breath was music to his ears. He checked the battery, which was fine. Electrical system was operational. Everything was fine, with the exception of one loose wire that Blair had obviously jerked out to make sure the car wouldn’t start. And it wasn’t an easy wire to see. He’d gotten lucky finding it.
Smart girl. The question was, why? Though it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
He stood and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Go start it up.”
“You get it fixed?”
That was not a hopeful expression on her face. “Not sure. Give it a try.”
She slid behind the wheel and cranked the engine. Of course he hadn’t bothered to slip the wire back into place, so the engine didn’t turn over. He could have sworn he saw a triumphant smirk on her face. “Nothing’s happening.”
“Hmmm,” she said, managing to sound irritated and disappointed.
He leaned over the engine again, jimmying a couple of the wires for effect. A few more seconds, and he’d give her the bad news, then take over. She’d started this game. He planned to take every advantage of it. Because as far as he was concerned, Blair had thrown down the gauntlet. She had come to him. Maybe not exactly in the way he’d wanted, but when had Blair ever done anything the conventional way?
“I don’t know what the problem is. Let me hook it up to my Jeep and tow it onto my property. I can take a look at it there.”
“Oh, you can call me a tow truck. I’ll just wait here,” she said, slipping out of the car to look at him over the roof.
“Won’t work. Head-on accident out on I-34. Both wreckers are on scene.”
“Well damn.” She chewed her bottom lip.
“You got a date?”
Her lips curled. “Honey, I’ve always got a date.”
Yeah, right. “Get in the Jeep, Blair. You’re wilting out in this heat. Start it up and back it in front of your car.”
“Fine.” She grabbed her purse and sauntered over to the Jeep, doing an expert job of backing it up perfectly in line with her Mercedes. In short order he had the tow line set, then slid into the driver’s seat of the Jeep and drove onto the entrance of his land.
Blair stayed mute throughout the five-minute drive down the dirt road. Rand took the opportunity to ogle her barely concealed body. She’d dressed to kill in that outfit. And she was damn near killing him. Midriff-baring tight little shirt that showed off her gorgeous tits and that scandalously short skirt that barely covered her ass, revealing her long legs.
She made his dick twitch. And her appearance outside the gate of his property had been as intentional as the clothes she wore. Good thing the drive was short, because his dick was getting longer with every passing second.
And her scent permeated the cab of the Jeep. Nothing flowery or perfumy, either. No, Blair was much more subtle than that. She let her natural fragrance do the talking for her. Soap, shampoo, and the smell of a nice clean woman was all it took to drive him up the wall.
By the time he took the circular curve and parked in front of the ranch house, he was primed and ready, his dick twitching like a divining rod that had just found the mother lode of water.
Rascal, his collie, came bounding toward them from the back of the house, barking and wagging his tail.
He judged a lot of women by how they treated his dog. Rascal wasn’t what you’d call a good-looking dog. Part sheepdog and Lord only knew what else, he was mostly a mess of dirt and tangled, matted hair with a long tongue just made for copious amounts of slobber.
Most women wouldn’t even get out of the car ’til he shooed Rascal away. Not Blair, though. She opened the door and greeted Rascal with an enthusiastic squeal, petting him and scratching his ears. Soon she was bent down and lavishing attention all over the mangy beast, cooing and making baby sounds. And Rascal was loving every second