Free Twister: Party Games, Book 3 by Lexxie Couper Page B

to the sight. Tight heat speared into her pussy and her pulse quickened. Damn it, had she thought him sexy before?
    “Come on,” he called to her from the field, flashing her a smile so relaxed and open it stole her breath. “You already know I suck. Imagine how good it’ll feel to whip the Lachlan McDermott’s arse.”
    It was the self-effacing statement that did it. Or maybe the open grin. Or the boyish cheekiness. Or all of the above. Or something else altogether different. Whatever it was, Cameron couldn’t fight it. She jogged onto the field a few feet away from him, uncaring of the fact she wasn’t wearing the right attire for kicking a ball. She was happy. How was that possible, given her early dread at the Porsche owner’s groping? At Lachlan’s cutting attitude toward her career?
    Because the groper isn’t here. And neither is that Lachlan. The Lachlan in front of you is.
    The ball arced across the air between them, bouncing on the ground a good foot to the right of where she stood. She laughed. “Is that the best you can do?”
    He held his arms out wide, his smile mischievous. “I’m afraid so.”
    The next forty minutes were unexpectedly wonderful. They kicked the ball back and forth, laughing at their own atrocious skills. In amongst it, discussions took place on the best sport movies, the best sport stars, the best movie stars, the best movies. By the time Cameron’s unshod toes were too sore to kick the ball again, she and Lachlan had agreed to disagree Robert DeNiro was the greatest actor ever to grace the screens, Beckham was better than Pele, Jaws was infinitely better than Piranha 3D and Vegemite on toast was better than peanut butter.
    When Lachlan surprised her with a deft sidestepping steal, hooking the ball from her rather pathetic footwork with a jubilant woop , she burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around his waist as she fought to reclaim the ball.
    “Cheating,” he laughed, his own arms draping her back and shoulders as their shins knocked together. “Cheating. Ref, she’s cheating.”
    Fresh laughter bubbled up from her chest and she staggered backward, Lachlan’s hands on her back the only thing stopping her landing on her arse.
    “Do you see this, Ref?” he called out, looking around the dark soccer field, his face a mask of mock disbelief, his arms pulling her closer as they both stumbled across the grass. “Full body contact! Sin bin! Penalty! I call foul!”
    Two shuffling step later and they both hit the ground, their laughter floating on the silent air, the ball forgotten. Cameron pushed herself up on her elbows, puffing at the tousled strands of her hair now dangling over her face. “You’re right.” She shook her head, grinning. “You do suck.”
    He laughed, rolling onto his back to thread his fingers behind his head. “Told you so.” His smile stretched wider. “Good thing I exhibited a head for business at an early age, yes?”
    She dropped back to the ground beside him, threading her fingers on the flat plane of her belly. The grass was soft beneath her, the blades tickling the back of her thighs. She bent her legs, resting her right calf on her left knee. “Yes. You could say that.”
    He chuckled at her quick agreement, the sound a low caress beside her. “Don’t care about offending me or anything, will you.”
    She smiled, letting her gaze wander through the stars above them. “I’ll try not to.”
    He snorted. “You’re not very good for my ego.”
    Rolling her head to the side, she gave him a broad smirk. “You’re welcome.”
    The comment made him laugh and his gaze never left her face. “Tease.”
    The pit of Cameron’s belly fluttered a little at the word, her pussy echoing the sentiment.
    A long second stretched between them, Cameron incapable of tearing her stare from Lachlan.
    Did she even want to?
    Her heart quickened. No, she didn’t. She wanted to look at him. She wanted to keep looking at him as he rose from the ground and