Page 119 of The Play

I know that Demi is threading her fingers through Conor’s shoulder-length hair and pulling on the blond strands to tug him forward.

I know that when I see their tongues touch, I want to rip his out of his mouth and wear it around my neck like a war trophy while I fuck Demi right in front of him.

And that’s when I snap. The scorching jealousy in my blood rivals the primal need flooding my body. I snarl like a territorial dog and jump to my feet, forcibly pulling Demi up with me.

“Nope. Nope nope nope nopenope.”

Her eyes widen. “What the hell!”

Conor merely chuckles.

“We’re leaving,” I bark at her, as my pulse careens and my breaths come out ragged.

“But—”

I silence her protest with a growl. “You want your rebound? I’ll give you your fucking rebound. Let’s go.”

28

DEMI

IDON’T REMEMBER GETTING TOHUNTER’S HOUSE.NOTbecause I’m drunk and unaware of my surroundings, but because I’m so full of anticipation I can’t think or see straight. Hell, I can’t hear straight, either—the only sound registering is the incessant thudding of my heart.

Getting Hunter to cave was so easy. Although I won’t lie—for a moment there I was worried I’d crossed the line from making him jealous to completely driving him away. I can’t deny it felt good kissing Conor, but nothing rivals the dizzying excitement of stumbling into Hunter’s bedroom and glimpsing that ravenous look on his face.

He kicks the door closed. Locks it. Then he’s advancing on me like a predator. He stops when our bodies are less than a foot apart. “Are you sure about this?” His voice is low. Husky.

“Yes.” I swallow. “Are you?”

A ragged breath puffs between us. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

My jaw drops. “Really, Hunter? The idea of having sex with me issooooounfortunate—”

He cuts me off with a kiss and I’ve already forgotten what I was bitching about.

I am obsessed with this guy’s kisses. Hot, passionate, just enough tongue to not be overpowering or slobbery. He knows how to drawmoans from my throat, how to seduce me with his firm, talented mouth. And as his tongue slicks over mine seductively, his big hands drift down to my ass, caressing the line of flesh where the hem of Brenna’s dress ends.

“This dress is way too short,” he hisses in my ear before sliding his hands underneath and squeezing my ass. My butt cheeks might as well be bare, with that dental-floss thong between them.

“Short is bad?” I ask breathlessly.

“It is when you’ve got Conor Edwards’ hand on your thigh.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” No denial, just pure hunger in his dark eyes as he yanks the sweater dress up and over my head. He whips it aside, then steps back to admire my thong and skimpy bikini bra.

“Take the bra off,” he rasps. “Show me those tits.”

My fingers shake as they undo the front clasp. The bra flutters to the floor. Now I’m standing topless in front of him, my heart pounding.

He admires me for a moment. Then he licks his lips and moves close again, filling his palms with my aching breasts. When his thumbs sweep over my nipples, I whimper. They’re so hard they actually hurt.

“Your tits are perfect, Demi.”

I can’t speak. I’m too busy watching his face as he plays with my breasts. Each caress makes my heart beat even faster. I’m sure he feels the rapidthump-thumpbeneath his exploring hands. I almost weep when he stops, but then those rough hands travel lower to grip the thin strap at my waist. He shoves the thong down my legs. I’m naked now. Hunter’s still fully dressed.

He’s just staring at me, and the need burning in his eyes is too much. My core clenches tightly. “Do something,” I whisper.

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