Page 74 of Best Served Cold

My dick throbbed at the memories of him kneeling for me. The feral desire as he worked me over, the enthusiasm in every suck and stroke as he wrecked me with pleasure.

He’d enjoyed it, and for some messed-up reason, that made the experience that much hotter. He’d done it to fuck with me and to win, but I couldn’t forget the look in his eyes when I had him right on the edge of coming.

The cocky bad boy who oozed sexual energy and confidence had been replaced with someone I didn’t recognize and wasn’t sure how to interpret. He looked…relieved. But alongside his relief had been naked vulnerability, a little fear.

I couldn’t explain how I knew, but he hadn’t been afraid of me. He’d allowed himself be vulnerable, had trusted me to stay within his limits.

River let out a deep sigh.

I shook off my distraction and looked at my brother. His expression was sad, his shoulders stooped in defeat.

My pulse raced as angry energy crackled under my skin. “Who do I have to kill?”

River shoved his phone under my nose. “No one.”

I scanned the message thread.

Janna: where would you take me on our first date?

River: maybe for coffee and a walk

Janna: seriously?

Janna: walks are for dogs. If you expect me to put the effort into getting ready for a date just so you can spend 5 bucks on a coffee and take me on a walk, you’re not ready to date a woman like me

River: We can do something else. I only picked that because it’s low stress and it gives you an easy out in case we don’t vibe in person

River: we can do whatever you want

River: hello?

His messages were read, but that uppity bitch hadn’t bothered to answer him.

“She’s a moron.”

“I think I’m the moron.” He buried his phone in his hoodie pocket and shrugged. “She’ll unmatch me, just like everyone else.”

“Fuck that noise. Look at me.”

He did.

“Fuck anyone who can’t see how amazing you are.” I clasped his shoulders and squeezed hard. “You deserve better than some shallow chick who’ll ghost you because you failed some stupid test on a dating app.”

“I guess.”

“Do you want to go?”

“Nah. No point letting some random ruin our day.”

“River!” a shrill voice squealed from the other end of the room.

We turned to the source of the cry.

Chanel and another girl I’d see around but had never spoken to were motioning him over.

He waved at them. “Coming?” he asked me.

“They’re not interested in the set,” I said as Chanel shot me a warning look, which was hilarious considering how she’d practically begged me to bend her over and fuck her brains out last time I saw her. “They want you.”

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