Page 63 of Shameless Game

Touchdown.

I didn’t mean the insult, but I take the point. It was too easy.

“Fuck you, Bronson!” he barks. “That’s not what you said last night when?—”

“Hey!” Blair jumps up. “This ain’t daycare! Stop fighting.”

Our plan worked, but it went too far. She swishes our way, but now we’re angry with oil and sweat glistening over our tense muscles.

“Face it, Fox.” I glower. “We’ll never stop fighting over this.”

She arches her dark brow. “Never and always are irrational words for lazy minds. There’s only once they apply—never does anything stay the same because things always change.”

Damn, I love her sharp mind. I love her smart mouth. I love her sweet heart. I love her rousing curves. I love her dark landing strip.

My brooding glare aims for it.

“Don’t know, Raven.” Colt caresses his slick pecs, admiring her nudity, too. “Who can ever make us agree?”

I smirk because he’s going for the win.

“As foxy as you are,” he baits, “I still ain’t inclined to see it his way. Wonder what could make us stop fighting?”

“Yeah, Blair.” I pile on, going for the ultimate mind-fuck. “Who could ever make us feel the same inside?”

“God, y’all got jock itch of the brain.” She laughs. “I know what you’re doing.”

“What’s that?” Colt grins.

“You’re fighting to make me stop you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I mock. “Colt and I were fighting long before we ever knew your foxy ass.”

“Yeah,” Colt tags in, “and I bet you can’t ever stop us.”

Oh shit. Like a bomb, his dare lands in Blair’s sexy eyes. It’s about to be D-Day all over Colt’s dick because she won’t lose a sex war.

Leaning over, she smirks at me before crawling over Colt, lying on his lounger. Her lips cunning. Breasts mouthwatering. Hips heavenly. Pussy luring. That foxtail way too dangerous.

She coos, batting her long lashes at him, “Do you want to try me, Colt?”

Lazily, she rings her tongue around his hard, innie belly button. Colt has no chest hair. Dark blond dusts his legs and arms, while he has a sexy thin line that tempts you down from his belly button to the trimmed patch framing his long cock. With Blair’s tease, it’s rising for release from his swim trunks.

Colt gazes down at her, then at me. So, I rip open my swim trunks and shuck them down, kicking them aside. I’m as naked as a glistening jaybird, hard as a steel rod, and fisting my cock while I raise a brow at them.

“Yeah,” Colt answers, his voice gruff. “I really want to try you, Raven.”

Blair goes for his nipples next. His ink stops just above them, and I swear the woman is a sex savant. She knows they’re his trigger because when she slowly rings them, he moans. When she gently blows air over them, his hips thrust. When she finally licks, then sucks, then bites one, he grunts, “Fuck, woman. You’re hot as hell.”

Yes, she is.

I’m entranced watching her seduction. I’m light-headed, watching his pleasure. He has no idea how, in a moment, he’ll be forever marked by Blair. And she has no idea how, once she tastes Colt’s lips, she’ll be hooked.

She’s about to kiss him. He’s about to let her. She’s about to give him her beautiful body. And he’s about to take it. To love it.

This was supposed to be a bet, a prank, a temptation but now it’s more.

So much more.

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