Page 35 of Dirty Heirs

“I’m starting to feel left out.” Sonny gripped my other thigh with his big hand, which was softer than you’d expect for a football player, and my heart slammed into my chest. “You never kiss me.” He glanced at Aiden. “It’s my turn. I want a kiss.”

“Ask Ella,” Aiden told him. “She’s the boss.”

“I want a kiss from you,” he said with his gaze on Aiden.

Aiden kissed my lips while staring at Sonny. “I already told you what I want.”

What does he want?

Sonny grabbed my leg and slung it over the top of his muscular thigh, practically yanking me on top of him. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, and… he kissed me. Just like that, the superstar tight end for the Warriors was kissing me—Ella fucking Doyle—in front of the entire dining hall.

Dreams do come true.

Palming the back of my head, Sonny wove his fingers through my hair as he parted my lips with his forceful tongue. He was rough and aggressive, like he wanted to fuck me on the table. My hands instinctively went around his neck, my fingers playing with his hair as he pinned my back to the chair.

Aiden’s hand was under my skirt, high enough to breach my panties. I shivered from his delicate touch. He wasn’t rough like Sonny. Aiden was careful and took his time.

Everyone around us cheered or shouted something dirty.

“Get a room,” one guy said.

The guys at our table chanted, “Sonny! Sonny! Sonny!”

Sonny pulled away first and looked at me. He had the prettiest blue eyes, but so did Aiden. They were mirrors of each other, yet different in many ways. Where Aiden was punk rocker hot, Sonny was preppy chic.

Sonny lifted his jersey over his head and tossed it onto my lap. “Wear that to the game, El.”

I liked it when he called me El.

I gripped the fabric between my fingers, inhaling his scent. “Seriously? What are you going to wear?”

“The jersey I wear for games.” He tipped his head at the one in my hands. “That one I save for pep rallies and school events.” Sonny’s gaze flicked between Aiden and me. “Wanna get out of here?”

I nodded, still trying to find my voice after that kiss.

“Sunshine?” Sonny said to Aiden. “Are you coming with us?”

Chapter Eighteen

SONNY

I was doing things I would never do because of Aiden. Take that kiss in the dining hall with Ella, for example. Never would I ever have kissed the daughter of my family’s enemy. And never would I ever have fucking liked it.

But I did.

I wasn’t thinking when I stripped off my jersey and tossed it onto Ella’s lap. Although, I didn’t regret it. That kiss was fucking amazing. Knowing Aiden had his hands all over Ella while I tasted her only intensified my high.

After the scene I made, everyone at school would know about the kiss by the end of the day. I hoped my parents wouldn’t find out about Ella.

They would kill me.

“Where are we going?” Ella asked on our way out the front doors that led to the student parking lot. “I can’t leave school. If my dad finds out…”

Even she was afraid of her father, and rightfully so. He was the reason her mother was assaulted and murdered last year. She would still be alive if not for his shady business deals and ruthless nature.

My uncle was still torn up over Bridget Doyle’s death. She was Declan’s high school sweetheart, the love of his life, and Cian Doyle stole her from him. The feud between our families started over a woman. And now I was sharing a woman with Aiden. This could only end horribly for all of us, but I didn’t care.

I wanted him.

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