Free Triple Time by Regina Kyle Page A

to rest on his hip, sending a bolt of white-hot desire to his groin. “Sorry I got held up. The line was ridiculous. Miss me?”
    She reached up on tiptoe and gave him a down-and-dirty, take-no-prisoners kiss, with just enough tongue to make it borderline obscene in a public place. He barely had time to reciprocate before she broke it off, sliding down his body and giving him a look that said
Sit back and hold on tight. This is gonna be a wild ride
. “That’s okay. You don’t have to answer. Your hard-on speaks for itself.”
    Kara gasped, and Gabe almost laughed out loud at the shocked look on her face.
    â€œAre you okay?” Devin took a half step toward the other woman. “I know CPR. And the Heimlich maneuver.”
    â€œI’m fine.” Kara held up a hand to stop her. “Thanks.”
    â€œGood.” Devin turned to Gabe and laid a palm on his chest. One finger traced the lettering on his T-shirt. “What do you say we skip the last stop on the tour and go back to my place? I’ve never been a big fan of E. E. Cummings anyway.”
    â€œI don’t know,” he teased, finally getting the idea and playing along with her. “That Black Label burger sounded awfully good.”
    â€œI promise I’ll make it up to you.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow between his neck and shoulder, making his pulse jump.
    â€œWell, in that case...” He picked Devin’s purse up off the bar and handed it to her. “It’s been nice catching up with you, Kara.”
    The polite lie tripped off his tongue. He gave Kara a dismissive nod and put his arm around Devin, shepherding her toward the door. Devin returned the favor by slipping her hand into his pocket and squeezing his ass. His cock twitched and his mind burned with a question only Devin could answer.
    Was she serious about going back to her place? Or was it all an act for Kara’s sake?
    * * *
    P LAYING WITH FIRE , that’s what Devin was doing. But damn if she could stop herself.
    Something had snapped when she’d come out of the bathroom and that designer debutante had put her claws on Gabe. Then she heard what that bi...witch had said about her. Devin might have gone after her with a switchblade. If she still carried one. But she hadn’t since she was nineteen, when Leo had convinced her that she didn’t need it anymore. That she’d found a home. That she was safe.
    She didn’t feel safe now. She was on edge. Ramped up.
    Horny.
    What had started out as a lighthearted game had turned super serious when she’d felt Gabe’s reaction to their impromptu kiss pressing against her thigh. Then she’d gone and practically propositioned him.
    Idiot.
    So what now? Was she for real when she’d offered to “make it up” to him? Was he for real when he’d accepted?
    There was only one smart, safe thing to do. Pretend it never happened. And if smart and safe weren’t normally parts of her vocabulary, well, she wasn’t going to dissect the reasons for her change of course now.
    â€œI can’t imagine what you ever saw in her.” She shrugged off his arm and pried her hand out of his pocket. He was right. The jeans were tight. She sneaked a peek at his butt.
    Delicious.
    â€œDevin.”
    She kept walking. Faster. “I mean beyond the perky boobs, flat stomach and long legs.”
    â€œDevin.”
    â€œAnd I suppose there was her ass...”
    â€œStop.”
    The tone of his voice, gruff and demanding, made her obey.
    â€œLook at me.” He stepped in front of her, swept her hair off her face and tilted her chin up, forcing her to stare into the fathomless gray depths of his eyes. “We need to talk.”
    So not part of her game plan. She folded her arms across her chest. “What’s to talk about?”
    â€œWhat happened back there...”
    â€œWith your ex?” She was trembling like a tenderfoot getting her first