Dice
"He j...just wants the girl."
"I want a girl, too. Preferably more than one," Gunner grumbles. "That doesn't tell us a lot, Les."
The man is visibly shaking now. With two men towering over his five-foot-six inches and one full of tattoos, the guy has a lot to be shaken over.
"I swear," Wildcat sighs before barreling her way through us. "You men are Neanderthals."
She waves us outside, leaving us no choice but to join Cloey on the small balcony.
Gunner frowns. "As if she can do better than we did. And I am not a Neanderthal."
"I don't know. You have the forehead for it, especially where your hair falls." Cloey points to the center of his forehead. "Right there."
"Funny. Real funny. Hey, Dice, you didn't tell me your fiancée was a smart-ass."
Winking at her, I smile. "Oh, you should see her in bed, man. Nothing better."
Raising his brow, Gunner flashes me a smile. "Is that an invite? Darlin', I could curl your toes if you decide to get brave and try a threesome."
Grabbing Cloey in my arms, I wrap her securely in my grip. "First off, you aren't from the South, so quit trying to sound like Red, and second, I don't share."
"I know a few ladies who would contest that."
"That was before Cloey ruined me."
To clarify that point, I lean over and kiss her until she's clinging to my shirt, hoping she'll forget that little detail Gunner just shared. I'm sure she won't, but I'll make it up to her. A moan escapes when I slide my hand down her waist and to her thigh. Skirting it under the material of her T-shirt, I allow myself to enjoy the feel of the smooth skin underneath. Her hands move up my back and around my neck. I have her exactly where I want her.
"Get a room." Wildcat's voice pipes up from behind. We have no choice but to come up for air. Fuck, how long have we been kissing? Satisfaction courses through me when I see Cloey attempting to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed, and it's not from the sun. I can't wait to get her alone again.
"Honey, suit yourself. I was starting to enjoy the show."
Gunner's leaning against the rail, eagerly taking in the way the scene was playing out, while Wildcat can't hide the look of disgust when she notices his dick straining against his jeans.
"You're a pervert," Wildcat mutters.
"You're a prude," Gunner grumbles.
"This prude has some information. Would anyone like to hear it?"
And just like that, I know Wildcat will fit right in with our team. She's a natural.
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Impossible Odds: Rescue Team Nine (Book 3)
Romance**COMPLETED** Politics is a world Chance Dice Sanders is all too familiar with. Thrust in the middle of his family's political careers, he ran off to join the Coast Guard. His fearlessness and impulsive decisions earned him a reputation as a rescue...
