Block Shot (Hoops, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

He did not hold back and took me hard. It was rough and thorough, and the best thing that has ever happened to my vagina. Like ever.

“Knock. Knock.” She quirks her mouth so that damn dimple dents one cheek. “Humor me.” “Okay. Who’s there?” All signs of humor fall off her face. “Lamont Christopher’s new agent.” A few quick steps bring her back immediately in front of me and she pokes her sharp little nail into my chest. “Block that, motherfucker.” She blocked my shot. I knew what it meant seeing her leave Lamont’s room, but it’s only when she voices it that I truly appreciate what a masterful move this is. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?” she asks, satisfaction stretching her mouth into a wide smile. “Apparently, she’s not the only one,” I reply admiringly. Her smile holds, but her eyes narrow and frost over. “Remember this bitch next time you and your pride of lions think about insulting me,” she spits, lightning in her eyes, thunder in her voice. “Or assuming I got where I am any way other than hard work. Remember this moment when I handed you your ass, Foster.”

She is day and I am night. When day and night are absolutely equal, it’s equinox. Banner is my equinox. My equal. The revelation rattles around inside me, but my face, my surface remains smooth.

“We shouldn’t have, Jared,” she whispers. “We—” “You can’t unfuck what’s been fucked, Ban. I’d do it again right now if you’d let me.” My voice is husky, but certain. “I don’t regret it.

“She-she . . .” God, she excels at this. “Um, went to the bathroom.” At that very moment, Banner’s enthusiastic bobbing below bangs her head on the table. The glasses and plates lift and clang. The server’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Dude, double tip if you get the hell outta here,” I rasp, on the verge of spilling my life down Banner’s throat. Without a word and with guaranteed discretion, he quickly leaves the terrace.

That I can respect. He did something very few men have gotten away with. Son of a bitch blocked my shot.