Love On Fire (Book 2) - DISCONTINUED!

Self Control

I lean my hand against the cue, watching as Matt gets ready to play pool against me. The bar is loud and filled people that drink and have a fun time.

"Ima go to the restroom." Foggy tells all of us, leaning his cue against the wall. We all nod, drinking our beers, Karen more than the rest.

"Don't let her out of your four working senses, she's as quick as she is beautiful." Foggy warns Matt before booking it to the bathroom. 

Karen gives a smirk due to Foggy's words, I smile at her facial expression before Matt urges me to play since it's my turn. 

I turn my body over the pool table, positioning my arms with one eye closed. However, missing terrible and watching the black ball miss the corner pocket.

"Fuck." I groan in defeat as I stand up fully to face a smug Matt. "Really thought I was gonna get that shutout." I frown with a tight lip. Matts eyebrows raise at me and mouth opens in an amusing shock.

"You're going for a shutout against a blind man?" He lectures me to feel guilty. I laugh hardly at his joke making us all hunch over.

"You are the opposite of blind." I mumble in his ear with an airy breath, slowing my speech. I see Matt swallow hard as my lips linger by his ear. 

In the corner of my eye I see Karen give me a proud glance before placing her cue down and leaving to give us some alone time.

"That so?" He hums as he walks forward, ready to play the next round. 

"You see more than anyone I know." I tell him honestly as I watch him align the white ball towards his designated win. I watch as he leans forward, his back forward and legs separated. His white button up shirt tight to his body as if its a second layer of skin, defining his muscles perfectly. His pants tight around his rear as he's bent over forward slightly.

I place my hands on his hips from behind him, pulling myself closer behind him in a way of distracting him. My fingers looped in the hoops of his dress pants.

"I know what you're doing." He tells me with an insightful tone, it low and groggy.

"Than why aren't you stopping me?" I query as to why he hasn't played his turn yet.

He breaths deeply and uneasily as I let my hands roam against his waist, curing my fingers upwards as I reach his front, feeling a bulge in his pants as I tease him. He clears his throat as I retreat my hand back towards his waist, a smirk appears on my lips from seeing the effect I have one him. 

He draws his shot, completely missing the ball. Instead the white ball roles into the pocket giving me an advantage.

I smile slightly and take my hands off his waist happily since my method worked. 

"You don't play nice." Matt grunts as I take the white ball from its pocket, placing it over the ball I'd like to play.

"As long as I win." I hum as I ready myself, my legs together as I lean forward to aim. I feel Matt follow in my footsteps by feeling himself onto me. His bulge pressing against my rear and hand wrapping around my waist, his legs trapping me in from both side.

"I'm not the only one vulnerable." Matt whispers right before I release my shot, the black ball rolling perfectly into the slot, a winning shot.

"No, but I'm the only one with some self control." I counter with a smug smile as I stand up to my full height to see Matts toothy grin. I copy his smile before leaning in to a passionate kiss, feeling myself melt against him as I let go of my cue, hearing it clank against the wall.

I let my tongue crash with his as I pull myself closer to him, roaming my hand through his hair while his hands rest under my ass.

He abruptly stops moving his tongue against mine making me furrow my brows and lean back, opening my eyes to see why he stopped kissing me.