Page 104 of On a Fault Line

But apparently I’m also willing to die just to sink my cock into her in secrecy—with the fear of being caught at any time.

So there is that minor issue.

Maybe we both like playing with fire. But out of the two of us, it will be me who burns in hell. No matter how she thinks she seduced me into giving in to her, it is me who is at fault if this all blows up in our faces. I knew exactly what I was doing.

“Collins, you’re on my team,” Graham says quickly.

“That doesn’t seem fair,” Nic says with a chuckle. “I’ve seen his aim, and there’s no way I’d bet against it.”

“Quit being salty,” his brother remarks.

“He refused my attempt to get him drunk prior to stealing the win too,” Germain jokes, while organizing the beanbags into piles according to their color.

I laugh, taking my spot beside Nic, as we are on opposite teams. I watch as he throws the first bag—a red one—landing it on the board, just shy of the hole. My blue bag flies through the air, knocking his off but landing in the cutout hole.

An eruption of high-pitched cheering comes from the sidelines, and when I turn, I see Penny jumping up and down with the girls, who are equally enthusiastic.

Fuck.

How am I supposed to concentrate, while Penny is sporting daisy dukes and has managed to make an already tiny T-shirt look even smaller by tying the front into a knot, just south of her tits?

She cannot be serious.

I know she didn’t arrive like this. What happened to that cute sundress? And she had to know I wouldn’t have allowed her to leave my place looking like she currently does either.

There’s no way in hell I’d purchase these clothes for anyone’s eyes but mine, and I’m scolding myself for not adding her choice in wardrobe to the contract. If she continues to dress like this in public, I’m going to get into a bar fight with someone. I just know it.

Luckily we are only surrounded by family.

Plus, in my defense, Penny never used to dress like this when I was keeping tabs on her in Seattle when she wasn’t even aware I was there.

This whole freedom of expression is new…

“Whose team are you cheering for?” Nic calls out to his girl.

“It depends.”

“On what?” he asks with a fake scoff.

“If cheering for the opposing team will upset you enough to act on it.”

Nic hisses under his breath. I can’t help but laugh at how these two drive each other wild. Graham and Angie are more discreet about their hidden messages, but they are the same as well.

It must run in the family, because if Penny flashes me her navel one more time when she lifts her arms into the sky, I won’t be able to resist coming all over it later when I get her to myself.

“No jumping, Claire. You’re still a few months away from fully baking the Bunzie.”

She rolls her eyes, while shaking the skirt of her stars and stripes maternity dress. “I’m pregnant, Nic. Not disabled.”

Graham looks at him in disbelief. “Bunzie? Oh my, you are so?—”

“Shut your face,” Nic snaps. Turning back to Claire, his eyes soften. “I mean it, Baby Girl. Tone down the sudden movements, or I’ll stay firm on my previous threats.”

She chants across the yard. “You’d have to catch me first!”

“And you know I would.”

Claire slows down her jumping, but that doesn’t stop Penny from making a scene.

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