us.” He pressed a fluttering kiss to her stomach and reached around to grasp her buttocks.
Roxie gently bit into her bottom lip and in a slow and exaggerated gyration, rocked her hips. Ivan caressed her, followed her movements. Rough hands on soft flesh.
Jay leaned forward and cupped her breast, grazing his thumb over her nipple. “Then we’ll take you home.”
Chapter Four
Roxie followed Ivan on his motorcycle. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed Jay followed her in his truck. Something must have happened between Jay and Ivan. At minimum they had a conversation that led them into the Champagne Room for a private dance.
A smile tilted her lips. Once they were at her place, she’d finish the dance. This time she wouldn’t strip out of her own clothes, but somehow entice them to shed theirs. She pulled into the drive. Ivan parked his bike beside her car and Jay pulled up behind her.
Roxie popped a hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sheriff, did you happen to see the posted speed limit?” She snorted. “No, you probably couldn’t because you were hauling ass.”
Jay came up behind her and slapped her on the rear. “Want to play good cop, bad cop?”
“No, but we could play some games.” Roxie winked.
“All you two do is play games.”
“Uh-oh, the voice of dissention.” Jay used his keys to unlock the front door.
Roxie followed him in and Ivan closed then locked the door.
“I’d call me the voice of reason, only I don’t think either of you listen.”
“I need to eat.” Roxie bent over and unzipped her go-go boots. Her feet ached, and so did other parts of her anatomy. But once she went to bed, not even an earthquake would shake these men from her arms. “Are either of you hungry?”
“I could eat.” Jay followed her into the kitchen. Roxie hoped that simply acting as if nothing sexual was about to happen, as if they were just three friends hanging out, would perhaps make Ivan drop his guard and enjoy himself. She’d seen glimpses of his fun side, but mostly he was the strong, silent type. Self-assured and aggressive. She liked the steely ruggedness. But she needed more from him. Last night, after he’d left, she’d realized she’d already become emotionally involved, regardless that she’d tried to play it off to Jay.
For six months she’d built up an image and a fantasy. She didn’t want the Ivan of her dreams, but the actual man—here, in her home. She was discovering the real man appealed far more than anything she’d mentally contrived.
Jay opened the fridge. “Didn’t you have a bottle of cheap wine in here the other day?”
Roxie laughed. “You drank it.” She bumped Jay out of the way and grabbed the carton of eggs from a shelf.
“We’re celebrating and I need a drink so we can have a toast.”
“The only toast I have is going to be made out of bread.” She handed him the loaf. “What are we celebrating?” Roxie grabbed a beer from the door. “Here. Ivan, do you want one?” He nodded. Roxie handed him a beer then grabbed the tub of butter spread. “Eggs and toast?”
Ivan approached, set his beer on the counter and took the items from her. “Go change. We’ll make food.”
Roxie paused. “Really? Great! But Jay, what are we celebrating?”
“A scout for the Diamondbacks was in the stands at yesterday’s game. There’s talk, Rox. I could be in Arizona by the end of the week.”
“Oh my god!” She launched into his arms. “This is your dream, baby! You have to chase it. Holy shit! This is incredible .”
Jay’s smile was pleased, yet humble. She knew the journey had been too long for him to show arrogance over his possible good fortune.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Jay released Roxie and hopped up, sitting on the counter. “If it happens, it’ll happen fast.”
“Will you relocate to Arizona?” Ivan opened cupboards until he found a bowl, then started cracking eggs.
“I’ll be right back.” Roxie hurried to her
Roxie gently bit into her bottom lip and in a slow and exaggerated gyration, rocked her hips. Ivan caressed her, followed her movements. Rough hands on soft flesh.
Jay leaned forward and cupped her breast, grazing his thumb over her nipple. “Then we’ll take you home.”
Chapter Four
Roxie followed Ivan on his motorcycle. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed Jay followed her in his truck. Something must have happened between Jay and Ivan. At minimum they had a conversation that led them into the Champagne Room for a private dance.
A smile tilted her lips. Once they were at her place, she’d finish the dance. This time she wouldn’t strip out of her own clothes, but somehow entice them to shed theirs. She pulled into the drive. Ivan parked his bike beside her car and Jay pulled up behind her.
Roxie popped a hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “Sheriff, did you happen to see the posted speed limit?” She snorted. “No, you probably couldn’t because you were hauling ass.”
Jay came up behind her and slapped her on the rear. “Want to play good cop, bad cop?”
“No, but we could play some games.” Roxie winked.
“All you two do is play games.”
“Uh-oh, the voice of dissention.” Jay used his keys to unlock the front door.
Roxie followed him in and Ivan closed then locked the door.
“I’d call me the voice of reason, only I don’t think either of you listen.”
“I need to eat.” Roxie bent over and unzipped her go-go boots. Her feet ached, and so did other parts of her anatomy. But once she went to bed, not even an earthquake would shake these men from her arms. “Are either of you hungry?”
“I could eat.” Jay followed her into the kitchen. Roxie hoped that simply acting as if nothing sexual was about to happen, as if they were just three friends hanging out, would perhaps make Ivan drop his guard and enjoy himself. She’d seen glimpses of his fun side, but mostly he was the strong, silent type. Self-assured and aggressive. She liked the steely ruggedness. But she needed more from him. Last night, after he’d left, she’d realized she’d already become emotionally involved, regardless that she’d tried to play it off to Jay.
For six months she’d built up an image and a fantasy. She didn’t want the Ivan of her dreams, but the actual man—here, in her home. She was discovering the real man appealed far more than anything she’d mentally contrived.
Jay opened the fridge. “Didn’t you have a bottle of cheap wine in here the other day?”
Roxie laughed. “You drank it.” She bumped Jay out of the way and grabbed the carton of eggs from a shelf.
“We’re celebrating and I need a drink so we can have a toast.”
“The only toast I have is going to be made out of bread.” She handed him the loaf. “What are we celebrating?” Roxie grabbed a beer from the door. “Here. Ivan, do you want one?” He nodded. Roxie handed him a beer then grabbed the tub of butter spread. “Eggs and toast?”
Ivan approached, set his beer on the counter and took the items from her. “Go change. We’ll make food.”
Roxie paused. “Really? Great! But Jay, what are we celebrating?”
“A scout for the Diamondbacks was in the stands at yesterday’s game. There’s talk, Rox. I could be in Arizona by the end of the week.”
“Oh my god!” She launched into his arms. “This is your dream, baby! You have to chase it. Holy shit! This is incredible .”
Jay’s smile was pleased, yet humble. She knew the journey had been too long for him to show arrogance over his possible good fortune.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Jay released Roxie and hopped up, sitting on the counter. “If it happens, it’ll happen fast.”
“Will you relocate to Arizona?” Ivan opened cupboards until he found a bowl, then started cracking eggs.
“I’ll be right back.” Roxie hurried to her
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