Carter's Treasure by Amy Gregory Page A

electricity everywhere he touched. Molly looked up at him, catching his attention. Carter leaned in, kissing her forehead. A sweet gesture, but one that she felt down to her toes. She tried to take a deep breath and another bite, but it was so hard to eat when her heart was racing ninety-to-nothing.
    They were all finishing their dinners as the waitress came back and set a tray of tequila shots and a bowl of limes on the table. Molly started laughing. “Who in the hell did that? Joey, that’s not funny.” She looked up at him, grinning. But he shook his head no and had his eyebrow raised with absolutely no smile on his face.
    “Like I said, we gotta make it easier for our boy.” Dylan smirked at her, throwing down his challenge.
    She could see Brody and Joey were about to pounce on him. She gave Brody a nod, telling him to wait.
    “Damn it. You…ass!” was all Carter got out before her arm went across him to hold him back.
    “You did that?” she asked simply.
    Dylan nodded, apparently proud of himself. “Gotta see how many it takes, don’t we? He’ll thank me later, I’m sure.”
    “So…these…are all for me?”
    “Na, babe, I’ll match you,” he said with a cocky smirk on his face.
    She stared unblinking at Dylan for several long minutes. “You’ll only be able to handle one.” She gave him a daring look, feeling Carter squeeze her thigh.
    Dylan cocked his head to the side. “ I can handle my liquor, sweetheart.”
    She shook her head. “It’ll only take one. I promise you.” Molly nodded at the tray. “You drink first.”
    “Why?”
    “You’ll want to leave after I do mine. You might as well get one in.”
    Dylan stared at her for a minute. Then he picked up a shot and raised the glass to Molly. He shot it, made a face as it burned going down, then turned the empty shot glass upside down on the table. “I believe it’s your turn, babe ,” he said with pure arrogance in his voice.
    She could feel the testosterone all around her. Between her brother and Carter, there was bound to be something more than just Dylan’s nose broken tonight. She would do her best to finish him herself first.
    She could play his game and win. There was absolutely no question in her mind. As much as she wanted to be herself around Carter and his friends, the sweet side of her had to take a backseat this time. James didn’t raise a doormat. Molly looked straight at Dylan for several moments, feeling the other’s eyes on her. She shrugged, daring him to stay. When he did, she smiled sweetly up at Carter, as she picked up his hand off her thigh.
    “May I?”
    “I’m all yours, Gorgeous.”
    Molly gave Dylan an icy stare to make sure he was watching her. “Eli, may I have the salt please, handsome?” Eli kissed her cheek as he handed the salt shaker to her. “Thanks, E.” The sickeningly sweet smile she flashed Eli was purposeful, then her expression went cold again as soon as her eyes locked back on Dylan. As much as she wanted to laugh in his face, she couldn’t. She had him right where she wanted him.
    She turned Carter’s wrist over and placed a slice of lime in his palm. With her eyes still on Dylan and making sure to make all her motions slow and deliberate, she started. Licking her lips, she brought his wrist to her mouth and slowly kissed it. She picked up the salt shaker and causally sprinkled a little salt on the spot she’d wet. She ran her hand through her hair slowly, sweeping her bangs off her face. Ready to go, she winked at Dylan.
    Like a well thought out scene, she used all the drama and sex she could muster. Using her tongue to very seductively lick the salt off Carter’s wrist, she shot the tequila, and then brought his palm close to her mouth to pick up the lime. She sucked out the juice from the lime and put it in the empty shot glass, then looked at Dylan as she licked her lips again. Molly kissed Carter’s palm first, then his wrist, then batted her eyes twice at Dylan.
    “Thanks