He gives her a wolfish smile. “Sorry we ambushed your date the other night.” “I’m not sorry,” I growl, pressing her body into mine.
Mischief sparkles in his eyes. He’s not finished. “We didn’t get to meet you properly at the Regency. Or that morning in the Rosemont. You ran off in such a hurry.” More like escorted off the premises.
A blush creeps over her. “That night was a series of unfortunate events.” “We’ve all had one or two of those nights.” Danny laughs.
She wraps a curl of her hair around her finger and scuffs her toe into the ground. “Nice to meet you both under better circumstances.”
I feel a twinge of annoyance as she eyes Danny nervously. Women always get star-struck over Walker, and Elly is clearly not immune to his brooding good looks.
Danny smiles warmly. “Don’t believe everything you’ve heard about us.”
I nudge Jack. “Move over so Elly can sit down.”
He rises, offering her the seat. “I was just about to get some refreshments. Take a seat, Elly.” She sits down opposite Danny, crossing her long shapely legs.
“What would you like to drink?” I ask her. “We never drink alcohol before a game but don’t let that stop you.”
“She shrugs. “I’ll have a beer.”
Those big blue-green eyes stare up at me, and I resist the urge to climb over the sofa and take her in my arms. Instead, I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“So?” Jack’s voice is loaded with questions as we walk to the bar.
“So what?”
He studies me, smirking. “So, you are so taken with this girl, you can’t bear to be apart from her, and you bring her to golf? Even Danny hasn’t invited Charlie here.”
“Stop making it into a big deal,” I say, irritated. “You and Danny are acting like a pair of children.
Act your age.”
“Touchy, Kane.” He chuckles. “This is highly unusual. It’s the first time I’ve seen you flapping over
a woman since…”
I rake a hand through my hair. “Piss off. I’m not flapping,” I snap at him. “I’m just so damn horny all the time. No woman has driven me this wild for days on end. I don’t know how I’m gonna play on form today.” I lower my voice. “Don’t fuck this up for me. Everything is censored. Understand?”
He raises his hands in self-defence and laughs. “My lips are sealed. It’s nice to see you happy, mate.”
As Jack orders the drinks, I turn my head to the terrace to find her laughing loudly at something Danny says. What the fuck is he saying that’s so funny? Why did I bring Elly to meet Danny and Jack again? Danny might be with my sister, but women still fall at his feet.
“Let’s get back,” I say, flustered as Jack watches the scene in amusement. We collect the drinks, three sparkling waters and a beer, and return to Danny and Elly.
“It’s supposed to rain in a few hours. Come on, let’s head out to the first tee,” I say confidently, ready to showcase my skills to Elly.
I lift mine and Elly’s golf bag. I’ve hired her clubs and accessories for the afternoon. At the side of the lawn, Danny grabs a four-person buggy and we climb in, Jack and Danny up front and Elly and me in back. Unfortunately for her, my legs take up most of the space. I lift her leg over mine. “It’s just a short journey to the first tee,” I explain, draping my arm over her shoulder.
“Sure,” she replies, sipping her beer.
Danny parks up.
“Walker, you’re up first,” I say as I take out golf clubs for Elly. “Since you lost last time, we’ll give you a head start.” I like to remind Danny when he’s losing.
He lines his ball up on the tee, planting his feet in a wide stance. Minutes pass as he shuffles his feet, his jaw set in deep concentration. We’ll be here all day with Danny playing.
His brow furrows as he finally connects the club with the ball. I’m the strongest golfer out of the three of us and, to my pleasure, it infuriates the hell out of Danny. If we were playing for cash, I’d make a fortune.
Our eyes follow the ball down the leafy, parkland course.
We chose the club because of its incredible views of the city skyline, which is why it has a year’s waiting list for new members. That, and the fact that it costs a small fortune to join, meaning everyone is so wealthy that no one pays attention to us.
“Good range, Walker.” I might have competition today.
“This is a difficult course rating,” Jack mutters to me, out of Elly’s earshot. “Isn’t this a little harsh? Especially with the wind today.”
“I don’t think Elly is too bothered,” I whisper, glancing over at her as she takes a large swig of beer.
Jack’s up next. He lines his ball up, licking his lips with the same concentration as Danny. He’s a sore loser also. It falls short ever so slightly of Danny’s. He groans as Danny slaps him on the back. “Elly, do you want to go next?” I ask.
She picks up a golf club and ambles over.
I line the ball up for her and come in behind her as she grasps the golf club. My hands grip her hips and pull her flush against me.
“Stand with your feet hip-width apart and bend your knees slightly,” I explain.
“Like this?” She ever so slightly grinds against me.
“Yeah, that’s on form.” I stifle a groan. My cock twitches as I momentarily forget we are in broad daylight in the middle of a golf course. Fuck! Focus Kane.
In my peripheral view, Jack and Danny exchange a glance, sniggering.
“Now lean forward at your hips and keep your weight evenly distributed on the centre of your feet.”
She follows my instructions, thrusting her hips deeper into me. “Just like this?” She tilts her head, smiling up at me.
I swallow hard, feeling the blood rush south. “Yeah, just like that.” This is the most sexualised game of golf I’ve ever had.
She makes a motion to swing, rubbing her buttocks harder against my growing excitement. Christ, we’ve got another eighteen holes to get through. If she keeps tormenting me like this, I’ll be able to play golf with my dick instead of the golf club.
I exhale, breathing into her neck.
“Tristan.” She stands up straight. “Can you move back, please? I think I’m fine by myself.”
My ego is wounded as I take a step back, bemused. If she breaks someone’s nose, it’s her own problem.
Danny flicks his eyes to my crotch pointedly, and I re-adjust myself in my trousers.
There’s a loud clang as the ball connects with her club. It flies through the air, slamming down past Jack’s and Danny’s, dangerously close to the hole. The three of us collectively freeze.
I suck in sharply.
“Fuck me,” Danny splutters, eyes bulging out of his head. “That’s a near perfect shot.”
“Christ.” Jack squints. “That’s at least a birdie.”