Going Hard: Boys of Fall Read Online Free

from nipple to nipple. She barely needed a bra. And if said nipples weren’t so acutely sensitive, she’d probably skip lingerie up top anyway. Too bad a stiff breeze had the tips resembling pebbles.
    Was this how low she was going to go? Bemoaning her tits in a bar that had exactly—she glanced around—thirteen people in it? Even Dud Junction had been more fun than this.
    She slurped down the rest of her drink in misery. She lifted her glass. “Barista, another please.”
    “I do believe you’ve had enough.”
    “I believe she’s correct,” said a deep voice.
    “Oh, come on.” Her voice was extra whiny, but she really didn’t care right then. Not when Mr. Cold Shower himself was breathing her air. “Wasn’t it bad enough that I was pseudo-arrested over the weekend? Can’t a girl have some fun in peace?”
    “That’s why I’m here.”
    She spun on her stool. “Oh, and what are you going to do? Lecture? Give me the furrowed brow of disappointment?” She pointed. “There it is.”
    Said brow rose into a haughty arch.
    She giggled. Haughty. Such a perfect word for him. Arrogantly superior and disdainful. Yep. Pretty much covered every little inch of him.
    Well, except his lips. He had a handle on the kissing part. His lips were soft and smooth, so very different from the rest of him that was so rigid.
    Her eyes strayed down his long, muscular body. What a waste. No one should look as fine as Rafe Martinez and be a dud in bed.
    Maybe he was originally from Dud Junction himself.
    Maybe she needed another Purple Rain.
    She turned to Sadie and held up her glass. “I have a designated driver. May I have another?”
    Sadie glanced at Rafe and got some sort of sign, evidently enough to make her hesitate before refilling her drink order.
    Hollie growled. “I’m my own woman, you know. I don’t need this grandpa making decisions for me.”
    “Grandpa?”
    She pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Yes, grandpa. Or even better, you’re Eeyore. All dour.” She leaned into his space and pushed her fingers into his cheeks. “Smile or something. Life isn’t that bad.”
    Rafe stepped back. She kept tipping forward and he settled his hand on her hips to keep her on her stool. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Then why are you acting like this?”
    Why the hell were the tingles back? Didn’t her body remember the complete miss the last time he’d gotten his hands on her? She sure did.
    Hollie batted at his hands as she righted herself on the stool. He held them up in surrender, then leaned on the bar instead.
    She huffed. “Because I’m bored. I have a very nice life. Perfect really, save for that whole no-fun thing. I can’t help it if I have to go a town over to try and find it. Besides. The people at that bar were lame.” Sadie came down with a beer for Rafe and a glorious glass of purple heaven for her. “Not your bar, Sadie.”
    “Obviously.” She set the drink on a coaster and scooped up Hollie’s empty. She winked at Rafe and returned to the patrons at the other end of the bar.
    Hollie squinted at her drink, then Rafe. “How come you don’t give me one of those smiles?”
    “What smile?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Never mind, it already disappeared. In fact, you probably didn’t even know you’d bent your lips up in the unfamiliar gesture. Seriously, do you even know the meaning of the word fun?”
    “Fun—enjoyment, lighthearted pleasure.”
    “Did you just give me the dictionary entry for fun?”
    “Maybe.”
    Hmm. Her nipples should definitely not be standing at attention. It was the librarian thing. Books were sexy and a man that held any form of knowledge immediately got a few points. Of course, this guy needed all the points he could get. Sinful knowledge held bonus points.
    He was in the minus column there.
    It seemed wrong somehow. The guy was sinful in all the best ways. Could wear a suit, looked good in jeans, his hair was fistable, his cheekbones were swoon-worthy, and his ass was