Page 60 of Foolish Games

His voice is a quiet rumble, but the weight it holds stops Tony in his tracks.

He glowers around at us like he’s just realizing that his brothers aren’t here to back him up. Then he wipes the loogie off his dick and shakes it off his hand onto the ground. “The next time your spit’s on my dick, you’ll be choking on it so hard you can’t breathe,” he says to Lexi, then shoves himself back into his pants.

“When I can’t breathe, I bite,” she says. “Now why don’t you fuck off back to your rich friends at Willow Heights? Oh, that’s right. They don’t want you, either.”

“Shut your bitch up, or I will,” Tony snaps at Billy.

“Can’t handle the truth?” Lexi taunts. “Is that why you your bitch never speaks?”

She gestures to Theo, who’s strolled back over, looking unconcerned by the drama as always.

“You should try it,” he says, flicking his long hair out of his eyes and tucking his hands the into the pockets of his baggy skater jeans, seemingly unfazed by Lexi calling him another man’s bitch.

“Fun’s over,” Maddox says. “Get her out of here, Billy. She talks too much.”

“Y’all just can’t stand when a girl speaks up about one of your buddies,” she says. Billy scoops her up, but she keeps hollering over his shoulder as he carries her to the truck. “Hey, Tony! Maybe you should spend more time at home figuring out why no one wants to hang out with your bitch ass instead of making us put up with you when the kids at your own school won’t.”

“Come on,” Maddox says, locking a restraining arm around Tony’s shoulders. “You ride with me. Theo can have the bitch seat.”

Theo takes out a pack of cigarettes, and Tony snatches it from his hand. He takes one and tosses one to Maddox before returning the pack. They stand there smoking while Tommy gets in the truck with the others and they drive away. I slip my hand into Vivienne’s coat pocket and pull out her keys. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You’re not driving my car.”

“I don’t think you can stop me,” I say, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Unless you want to sit in my lap. I wouldn’t mind having my dick inside you while you fly this thing down the highway like you did last time.”

I pat my thigh and give her my most winning smile, but she only glares. “Get out.”

“We can stay here all night, but you won’t change my mind, Princess.”

She must realize the wisdom in my words, because she quits arguing and climbs into the passenger side. “You crash my car, my parents will actually sue you.”

“I won’t crash it,” I assure her, shifting into gear. “I might steal it, though.”

“Very funny,” she says.

“Feel free to give me some road head to show your gratitude,” I say, flashing her a grin.

“Gratitude?” she asks. “For humiliating me and putting me on display for all your friends?”

“For giving you the best damn orgasm of your life,” I correct her. “Best three orgasms, if your nerd brain requires precision.”

She crosses her arms and glares. Ignoring her, I shift and speed down the gravel road. I can’t wait to get this baby on the highway and feel her purr for me like her owner just did.

“And how would you know if you’re the best I’ve had in my life?” she asks.

I scoff at that. “Because I’ve seen your ex.”

“Who said I was talking about Chaz?”

Annoyance flares inside me, and I let off the clutch before turning onto the ramp to I-40. It’s one thing to know Nerd Boy fucked her, but after she admitted his dick was less than impressive, I know he’s no competition. No one else should be touching her. I’m irritated that now I’m thinking about that instead of how the Corvette feels as we glide onto the interstate, eating up the pavement like it’s smooth as butter when I shift into a higher gear.

“Who else made you cum?” I demand.

“I don’t have to tell you that.”

“You saying I’ve got something to prove?” I ask. “Because I’ll prove it. I’ll pull over right now and eat your pussy ‘til it’s raw.”

Just thinking about it makes me need to adjust myself. I reach over to lay a hand on her thigh, squeezing when she tries to pull away.

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