Free Finding Carson Lee (Oh Captan, My Captain #3) by Lindsay Paige

breaks out into laughter, holding her side.
    “ Stop encouraging him,” I whisper at her.
    “ Oh my, I’m so glad you convinced me of this.” She wipes the laughter tears from her eyes and picks up her camera again.
    For the next hour, Carson and the two female models give us over one hundred shots to choose from. The sun is almost completely down, and everyone is getting hungry. Well, at least I am.
    “ What do you think?” Cassie comes up behind me and looks over my shoulder. I had the pictures uploaded to my laptop, and I’m scanning them.
    “ These are good.” I scroll through several of them.
    “ Shit, Kinley, were you that worried?” Carson stand in front of me.
    “ Yes,” I lie.
    “ Kinley, we both know better than that.” Cassie giggles. “Carson, did you know that when Kinley was the president of our sorority, she was like a general to us?”
    “ Wait, you were the president ?”
    “ Yes,” I answer.
    “ So, you were like the queen of the threesomes.”
    Cassie spit out the water she’s drinking.
    I slug him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”
    “ I still haven’t heard a denial from either of you,” he eggs on.
    “ Oh, it wasn’t me,” Cassie quickly jumps in. “And I’m leaving on that note.” Cassie picks up her camera case and gets into her rental car.
    “ Kinley?”
    I narrow my eyes at him. In truth, I’ve never done a threesome, but it’s fun to tease him a little. “A girl never kisses and tells.”
    “ So, if I kissed you, would you tell me now?”
    “ Yuck, no!” I scream. “I’m not kissing you. First, I don’t know what your mouth has been on, and second, eeww.”
    “ Well, thanks for the vote of confidence that I’m not a good kisser.”
    “ I’m sure you’re an adequate kisser. However, we have an early morning, and I need to go through these tonight.” I push past him and head to my car.
    “ I know it’s an early morning. I still have the emails!” he shouts at me.

Chapter Fourteen
    Carson
     
    The idea that people have a “type” is something I don’t believe in. I don’t have a certain type. If she’s a good looking woman, then she pretty much fits the bill. Of course, this is all based on the end game being sex. Relationships are an entirely different battle. My point is that if there is merit in this idea of people having a type, I’m obviously not Kinley’s. I don’t care and it doesn’t matter because I’m just messing with her, but still. I’ve never seen a woman not budge even an inch like she has. She won’t even joke back! It doesn’t matter how much I throw at her, she’s ready to shut me down each time. It’s fun though.
    Today, we’re shooting one of the commercials. Kinley has been bossing people around all morning to do this, wear that, and whatnot. We’re in between takes, and I’m chatting up the current model. I haven’t gotten laid since we’ve been here, and she’s pretty, so…
    “ I don’t think I’ve ever met a hockey player before.” She giggles and bats her eyes at me.
    “ Today is our lucky day then.” I attempt to lean in to whisper something to her, but a handful of clothes are shoved at my chest.
    “ Carson, go change,” Kinley orders.
    “ Again?” She gives me a glare that could kill as I take the clothes from her. She walks over to Cassie and I face the model again. I lift a brow. “Want to come with?”
    “ Don’t even think about it, Carson,” Kinley calls out.
    “ God, woman. You’re worse than a mother would be,” I yell back before walking away from the model. Looks like if I want sex, I’m going to have to work around Kinley, who manages to be around all the time. After I change, I come back for the next round. This is not my idea of fun. It’s not terrible but when compared to being at home with plenty of women who I can actually sleep with, it doesn’t sound all that great.
    “ Do you want to go out for drinks after this?” the model asks. I keep forgetting her name.
    “ Room