Page 103 of Plaything

Obviously, we were going to have to eat it. The little thing poured her heart out to make it, and none of us had the heart to tell her it was awful. If Niko could fix it without her noticing, that would be best.

Wyatt pointed up, “They should be coming down for dinner any second now. You distract her, and I’ll have him fix it.”

“How the fuck is he going to fix that?” I deadpanned, speaking the words as they came to mind.

Two sets of footsteps stopped our bickering over the distasteful food. Niko and Odette rounded the corner; unfortunately, her gaze landed on the bowl. “Is it good?” she asked, deterring any of us from asking about tonight’s events. Smart girl.

“It’s very good,” Wyatt rushed out with a smile. He’d always been a talented liar. People trusted him easily, and I couldn’t blame them. Wyatt seemed harmless at first glance, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a welcoming smile to tie his face together. While he was inherently kind, his edge was sharper than anyone I’d ever met.

It was always a thrill when Hyde came to play. Wyatt hated the Hyde name he had earned—in fact, he denied having an edge altogether. Everyone who had seen the drastic difference between Wyatt and Hyde knew better.

She grinned. “Good, I’m hungry,” she announced as she walked towards the counter. She was wearing Niko’s sweatpants and a sweater that swallowed her.

Wyatt widened his eyes at me quickly, and I remembered my part in the ‘fix the fucked up dinner’ plan. I cleared my throat. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you first,” I began.

Her hands were hidden behind the sweater’s sleeves, but I saw them bunch up as she squeezed the fabric. She got nervous so easily—that kind of innocence was such a turn-on. “Okay?” she mumbled.

“Come here,” I fought a smirk as I led her into the living room, leaving Niko to fix dinner. My hand was on the small of her back as I led her to one of the couches. We stopped just in front of it. “What the hell is that, Babydoll?” I questioned.

My cat was dressed in a brightly colored sweater and lounging on the sofa. I knew she’d earned this, but I was dumbfounded when I saw him earlier. She’d been here only a month, and Cat had already lost every ounce of masculinity.

The tension in her back released under my hand as she giggled. With rounded eyes and a massive smile, she grinned at me, her nervousness replaced with joy. The blue in her eyes always hit me like lightning when she laughed. “Isn’t he cute?” she gushed, obviously mocking me.

She picked him up and squished his face beside her cheek. “He looks so dashing in his sweater—don’t you?” She ungraciously flipped him in her arms so he lay on his back, petting his belly.

I crossed my arms, admiring Cat for putting up with her. She was gentle with everything and everyone. However, when Cat was in her arms, she had a tendency to squish, squeeze, and embrace him a little too hard. She couldn’t hurt him if she tried, but even with her roughness, he loved any attention he got. Bastard.

“He looks ridiculous.”

“I got him four different colors!” She beamed as she rocked back on her ankles, all too happy with herself. “Look how cozy he looks,” she teased.

Truthfully, I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t necessarily happy about her choice to dress up my once-feral cat, either. If a few pieces of hideously colored fabric on Cat would make her smile like that, she could add a matching hat and boots.

“You’re cutting off circulation, Doll—put him down.”

Glancing down at Cat, she narrowed her eyes at me. “He’s purring,” she argued.

“He’s a masochist,” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I began walking to the kitchen. That should have bought Niko enough time.

A small gasp left her lips as I felt her glare at my back. “Don’t listen to him; he’s a bad man,” she whispered to Cat. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her place him on the couch before trailing after me. “Aiden,” she said in a serious tone.

Stopping, I looked down at her. The same guilty expression she had worn before looked back up at me. I saw a question lingering in her eyes before it was gone, and her shoulders relaxed. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she asked.

That’s not what she was going to ask.

Again, the question of why she lied was prying at me. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t call her out on her transparency. It was hard for me to be in the dark; not knowing things was arguably my biggest vice. For now, she was telling me that she didn’t want to sleep alone, and that was enough for me.

“In what universe would I say no?” I countered. “No, beautiful, horny woman, you may not sleep in my bed,” I teased with a roll of my eyes. Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her head, pressing my lips gently against her pout.

Memories of my dick pressed against her pussy flooded my brain. Earlier today, I was seconds away from fucking her, and I had to commend myself that I didn’t. She was more eager than any of us, and that was saying a lot. The little minx was doing her best to get us to fuck her—while she put up quite the challenge, it was very cute.

Odette was shy, and the others failed to notice that our teasing was pushing her out of her comfort zone. She wanted to fuck. Desperately. The more desperate she grew, the bolder her actions got. She’d already come a long way from barely being able to talk to us about what she wanted; I hoped she realized that.

I made sure to keep the kiss short, knowing how easily she got worked up. Pulling away, I smiled down at her. “Hungry?”

She blinked up at me, her gaze lingering on my lips as she lazily nodded. “Mhm,” she hummed, probably not processing my question. So easy...

“Then let’s go eat,” I instructed before leading her into the kitchen with my hand against her back.

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