Power Play (Nashville Assassins: Next Generation Book 2) Read online

  Like now.

  That grin.

  Those deep, dark eyes.

  They’re all for me.

  I bring up my phone and type quickly, even though he is still typing.

  Me: I’m staring at you.

  His grin grows, and then his eyes meet mine. Heat rushes through me, and it takes my breath away. I curve my lips as I lean my head into the chair as if I’m trying to get comfortable and not staring at our winger. When my phone sounds, I look at it to see his message.

  Boon: Jesus, Posey, you take my breath away.

  My face breaks into a grin, and I sigh softly.

  Me: I thought you’d say more, for as long as you were typing.

  Boon: I was, but then I thought it would be highly inappropriate for me to talk dirty to you when you’re sitting behind your mom and sister.

  Me: Highly inappropriate, huh?

  Boon: Oh, lovely, they’re so inappropriate, the thoughts in my mind. I have to keep them contained.

  I lick my lips and then bite my bottom one. He drives me wild. I’d always wanted to have sex, and I know I could have gone out and gotten it, but I’m glad I waited. I know I never saw Boon coming and didn’t plan to lose it to him, but it’s becoming an addiction.

  I love how he makes love to me. I crave it. I want it. He leaves me trembling from just a kiss, and I know I sound like a love-sick child, but I like how he makes me feel. Special, important, and like I’m the only one he sees. It’s silly, but is it, really? Is it silly to crave a man’s touch when it makes you feel so good? Isn’t life about being happy? I give just as much as he does, so I shouldn’t feel silly for wanting him.

  I should embrace it.

  “Posey, which one?”

  But apparently I can’t embrace it when my sister and mom are sitting in front of me. I look up just as my mom kneels on the seat, leaning over the back to look down at me. Shelli has the Wedding Book from Hell propped up on the back of the seat and open to the section that’s labeled: Maid of Honor. It’s my page. Yay. There are cutouts of models for hair, jewelry, and three dresses, but instead of the model’s faces, a picture of my face has replaced them.

  It’s terrifying how obsessed my sister is with this book. I could never be like this. Give me a courthouse or an empty field with maybe ten people. That’s probably why my mom is so obsessed with Shelli’s wedding. She knows for a fact that I will not be this extreme.

  I make a face. “Did you have to put my face on the models? My ass doesn’t look like that.”

  “Focus, Posey. Which one?”

  “Why are the colors pink and gray? Don’t you want something else? Go back to the teal and black.”

  She glares as she chews glue from her fingers. “Pick a dress.”

  “You know you can do that whole book on a tablet, right. Like, you wouldn’t need glue—”

  “Posey, which dress!”

  I groan, wanting to die. I look closer as my mom points to the last one. “I think you’d look incredible in this one. It’ll hug all those curves of yours, and look how it’ll show off your breasts.”

  “That dress cannot contain these things,” I say, holding one boob in my hand, but I snap a picture anyway. “Let me get back to you. I’m gonna ask Ally.”

  Shelli frowns. “Do you like them, though? ’Cause if not, I’m going to give Amelia a chance to pick.”

  “I don’t know. The last one is nice, but the other two are too poofy. I’m not a poofy type of girl.”

  Shelli pauses, tapping her finger to her lips. “You aren’t. Your curves are too good to hide. We’ll find something formfitting.”

  “Yay,” I say dryly, and I don’t miss the look of pure agony from my mother. Nothing to be done about my sister and the Wedding Book from Hell.

  I roll my eyes as I lean back, lifting my phone to see Boon has texted again.

  Boon: What in the hell is that god-awful sparkly thing?

  I laugh softly.

  Me: Well, Boon, it’s the Wedding Book from Pure Hell. Shelli has been planning her wedding in the book since she was a child.

  Boon: Oh. The amount of glitter is disturbing.

  Me: This is true, but at least you don’t have a page dedicated to you in it.

  Boon: You have a page?

  Me: I do.

  Boon: Are you in the wedding?

  Me: I am. Hello, I’m the maid of honor.

  Boon: Hm, I’m a groomsman. Maybe I can feel you up after the toasts?

  Me: That could happen.

  Boon: But first, I need to see this page.

  I send him the photo I took, and when I hear him laugh, I roll my eyes. Jerk.

  Boon: Wow. Is there one for me?

  Me: I don’t know. I can’t really ask without seeming eager.

  Boon: You eager for me, Posey?

  Man, he makes me weak in the knees.

  Me: Maybe.

  Boon: Maybe?

  Me: Okay, sure.

  Boon: Sure?

  Me: Fine, yes.

  Boon: That’s right, gorgeous. Don’t worry. I’m real eager for you too.

  I can’t hold back my giddiness. I cover my mouth as I look down at my phone.

  Me: Tell me, do you like any of these dresses?

  Boon: Nope. Going for option four.

  I scrunch up my brows.

  Me: What’s that?

  Boon: Naked. Totally and completely naked.

  I sputter with laughter.

  Me: Yes, my dad would so approve.

  Boon: That could pose a problem. So you’ll be naked, in my arms, and I’ll wrap my coat around you.

  Me: No, you wouldn’t. You’d bend me over the nearest surface if I were naked.

  Boon: You know me so well, Posey Adler.

  Chills run up my spine. I really like this guy.

  Me: Are you hard?

  Boon: I am. I always am when I want your naked body on mine. Which is all the time. And let me tell you, it’s hard to skate with a hard-on in a cup.

  I lick my lips. I don’t know how he is able to keep it in a cup. I feel a tingling sensation all over my body as I type back quickly.

  Me: Well, I’m wet.

  When I hear choking, I look back to see him bent over. Is he okay?

  Boon: Damn, girl. Out of nowhere with that one. You made slushy come out my nose.

  Wait! What? My jaw drops. “Mom! We have slushies?”

  I hear Boon laughing as my mom turns to look at me. “Yes, honey. You asked me to get a machine. I told you I did.”

  Shelli shakes her head. “No, Mom. You told me you got it for her as a gift for the plane, but then I distracted you with wedding plans before you could tell her.”

  Mom glances over at me, guilt-ridden. “I’m sorry, baby. But yes, I got the machine for you.”

  I don’t even care that she got distracted or that I was telling Boon I was wet two seconds ago. I love slushies! “So cool! Thanks, Mom.”

  “Just ask Luna to get you one,” she says, speaking of our flight attendant. I turn in my seat, but I can tell she’s busy with her cart. I can get my own slushy. Plus, I can tease Boon a little bit. I get up and head down the aisle, my eyes on him. He has this sneaky little grin on his face as his eyes stay locked with mine. I may have a bit more sway in my hips than needed, but I like the way he is looking at me.

  As I walk past him, I accidentally hit him with my ass. “Oh, my bad.”

  He chuckles as he says, “You’re fine, Coach.”

  I’m pretty sure there is a double meaning to that statement, and it thrills me. I notice Wes is shaking his head, laughing, and I forgot he knows we’re together. Boon promises me he won’t say a word, so I guess I’ll have to trust in that. Wes’s laughter is contagious, though, and I have to hold mine back as I head to the slushy machine. I expect Boon to follow, but when he doesn’t, I find myself disappointed.

  I could have fondled him for a second.

  Darn.

  But when the sweet, sugary goodness pours o