Wicked Game by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

Ethan but of the fact Hope had fucked Dominic. It was one of the reasons he would always be off-limits for her. She couldn’t have sex with a man who’d screwed her best friend. It would be…weird.
    Still, ever since she’d laid eyes on him, she’d wanted him. Although reformed, he still oozed the bad-boy-biker image. Maybe the danger was the appeal.
    Or maybe it was those tight buns, broad shoulders and chiseled torso.
    Or maybe it was his eyes.
    Maybe it was him.
    “That sound good to you, Ruth?”
    She forced her head back into the conversation and said, “Sorry, what?”
    “Dinner. Tomorrow. At our place. I’ll cook up a roast and we can all catch up.”
    “All?”
    “Me, Ethan, Dominic and you.”
    No immediately popped into her head but they were both looking at her expectantly.
    “Okay.” The word dropped out of her mouth and she cursed silently.
    Now she’d have to sit in a room with Dominic and pretend as if she didn’t want to strip him naked, cover him in chocolate and lick him clean. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up the pretense before making a fool of herself.
    The barista announced an order. Dominic turned and nodded. “Excuse me, ladies. I have to get back to work.”
    He walked over to the counter and grabbed his espresso. Ruth watched the denim pull and tighten across the cheeks of his ass. She almost drooled. Almost.
    On the way back, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Hope’s cheek before doing the same to Ruth. His lips were hot. His soft beard caressed her skin. He lingered and she felt a quick flick of his tongue as he licked her cheek. Her libido roared to life, primed itself for his tongue to lick her all over.
    As he stepped back, she blinked up at him. A grin sat etched on his face.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
     
    Dom downed his espresso and threw the empty cup into the trash can. The thick coffee burned a hole in his gut but failed to burn away the desire lodged in his veins. His cock throbbed.
    He could still taste Ruth on his tongue. Her scent lingered in his nostrils, permeated his senses, made his balls ache. He wanted to go back inside, drag her into the bathroom and get his dick inside her.
    Would she be wet for him? He hoped so.
    He looked back into the café. Ruth was watching him. Her hazel eyes fixed on his every movement.
    “Fuck it,” he grumbled.
    Jamming a helmet on his head, he swung one leg over the saddle of his bike and sat down. He winced, shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable with the erection from hell.
    Her words played over in his head like a record. I want to be abducted.
    And he wanted to be her captor.
    Thoughts of binding her spread-eagle to his bed, of working her curves, of teasing her until she screamed his name, made him even harder.
    He’d been harboring a torch for the town librarian since she brought her car into the shop to be serviced. Seeing her around town and at Hope’s house ignited the torch into a burning flame. Her body drove him crazy. Her smile made his heart turn over.
    He wanted her.
    For the first time in his life, he was unsure about making a move. Would she want him? He thought that on a base, physical level she responded to him. He’d seen her nipples peak when he was near but she’d never really shown any other sexual interest.
    Hope had surely told her about their encounter and everything else.
    Maybe Ruth thought he was too much of a slut. He had a wild past, filled with alcohol, drugs, bikes and kinky sex. His tastes always ran to the extreme and sex was no different. He’d been a Dominant for a lot of women, fucked about the same. Threesomes, foursomes, group sex. He’d done it all. Even moving into town and opening the garage with Ethan hadn’t dampened his tastes. He’d still fucked whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
    Until Ruth came along. The spunky town librarian who revved his engine and sucker-punched a hole in his gut the size of Texas. He’d sensed something in