Free Random Acts of Fantasy by Julia Kent Page A

Joe and Suzy showed a possessive side to her, a deep loyalty I knew was there but hadn’t been tested yet.
    Groupies stayed the fuck away from us now, and all Darla had to do was glare at them.
    Suzy?
    Oh, my big blond beast had just met her match.
    “She’s his ex, all right. The third restraining order finally took.” I knew my words would have to be chosen carefully, but Darla’s spitfire made my blood pump through me so hard it all collected in my penis and threatened to be mistaken for the nose of a jet plane.
    “Restraining order? Did you say restraining order ?”
    I nodded.
    “Cray cray?”
    “Yep.”
    Darla frowned, then rolled her eyes. “I bet she still got to meet Joe’s parents.”
    Ouch. I winced. Not that I could say much. My parents still hadn’t met Darla, either, but they at least knew she existed. That made me slightly less of an asshole than Joe, and I’d take it.
    I slipped my arm around her waist. Suzy’s eyes flicked up and caught the move, and the resulting smile made my balls crawl up and tuck into my ribcage.
    She looked at Joe now like he was a plate of tiramisu and she was ten months pregnant.
    “The reunion is lovely,” Sam said in his slow, quiet, neutral way, “but we need to get to our gate and prepare for the ride.”
    “I’d miss a plane to watch this,” Liam whispered. “It’s like the best reality show ever. Wedding Crashers meets Fantasy Island .”
    “You should write screenplays,” I said. Liam pointed his finger at me like a gun and pretended to fire, then walked off with Sam and Amy toward the gate, the three of them looking back at Joe and Suzy.
    I’ve seen plenty of bored guys in my life. And I’ve seen Joe bored out of his mind, high as a kite, angry as fuck, terrified beyond belief, and filled with unrestrained glee.
    I have never, ever seen him manage eighty percent of those in one look.
    Until now.
    Darla stepped forward and I grabbed her arm, which she shook off with a terrifying level of anger. Fuck. I needed to step up my game.
    “The restraining order must have expired,” I explained, calculating the months in my head. Yup. About a month ago. “And it’s probably a coincidence—”
    “Riiiiiiiggghhht.” Amy had walked up behind us and now stood right next to Darla, shoulder to shoulder, her head held high and eyes narrowed, like a hawk’s. She and Darla traded a look that made my blood run cold and my cock tighten.
    Amy did that thing chicks do, where they suck in air through their teeth and then talk in a hushed, low voice while they act like they’re not talking. Major turn-on from anyone but Amy.
    “Her thighs can’t be real,” Amy said.
    I knew the answer to that one. “Liposuction.” Both women looked at me with raised eyebrows, not because they were surprised by my answer, but with twin looks of surprise that I was still there.
    Taking the hint, I grabbed my bag and walked over to the water fountain. Amy could pull Darla off Suzy before an ear got ripped off or a nipple bitten. She was tougher than she looked.
    But I was still in earshot. Joe needed backup.
    “She’s plastic. Mommy and Daddy paid a boatload to keep that body going. Spray-on tan and shoes that cost $300,” Amy stage whispered to Darla.
    “$300! And she can barely walk in them.” My eyes watched what they critiqued and it made me realize chicks live on a completely different plane from me. All I saw when I looked at Suzy was nice, high tits, athletic legs, and smooth skin.
    Nice.
    But the crazy eyes negated it all. There was a look in them that said she was as likely to give a guy head while driving down the highway as she was to cut off his penis with an old nail file and fling it out the open window.
    Just as Amy was about to explain the $300 shoes to Darla, Suzy leaped forward and gave Joe a sweet kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her rolling bag and ran off down a slanted hallway to the international section of the airport.
    Joe walked toward us, alternating