Page 156 of Twisted Play
“Malyshka, baby, I need to pull out,” I gasped.
Her eyes widened. “Do you want to?”
Did I want to come inside my sweet baby girl, whose submission turned my ugly revenge into beauty? Leave my mark inside her? Claim her as mine? Fuck yes. Was it a good idea? Absolutely not.
“Do it,” she murmured. “I’m on birth control.”
“Come inside her, Coach,” Cole said from behind her as he fucked her in a rhythm opposite to mine. “Breed her, knock her up. Make her yours.” His voice dropped to a guttural growl. “Pump that fertile little belly full of your seed. I want to watch her stomach swell with your child, see her tits get heavy with milk. Make it so everyone who looks at her knows she’s been claimed, knows she’s carrying your bastard.”
Oh shit. I grabbed her hips and pumped up into her, ragged and out of control, until I did exactly as Cole commanded, exploding inside of her, entranced by the words, even if I knew they’d never come to pass.
“Take it all, malyshka,” I growled, driving into her with each pulse.
Eva tightened around me, milking my cock as she screamed. Cole clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh, sparrow. Don’t want to wake up the neighbors.”
A second later, he and Tristan shouted their climaxes as Eva collapsed onto my chest.
I’d just fucked a student.
Three of them.
I should be horrified. Aghast. And yet, as Eva murmured softly into my chest and Cole hopped off the bed, returningwith wet towels to clean everyone up, I’d never felt more complete.
Tristan helped Cole with the cleanup, their hands occasionally brushing, exchanging glances loaded with meaning. Their relationship was as complex as the one they both shared with Eva—allies, rivals, more.
Eva stirred against me, and Cole’s shoulders tensed, that flash of vulnerability returning before he hid it again.
“Stay,” Eva murmured, reaching for him.
Cole hesitated, the towel clutched in his hand, clearly suspended between flight and surrender.
“Please,” she added, and he broke, crawling back into the bed.
I was fucked. We all were.
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TRISTAN
Cole crawledinto the bed then stopped.
Alek held Eva in his arms on the other side of the bed, clearly not intending to move. So fucking awkward. I didn’t believe for one goddamned moment that this arrangement would expire at the end of the weekend. We all wanted Eva too damn badly.
“Go ahead,” I murmured to Cole. “But you know I’m a cuddler.”
Amusement flashed in Cole’s eyes. “I don’t mind.”
He turned to Eva before he could register my shocked delight.
I crawled into the covers after him, not at all surprised to find he’d thrown his leg over hers.
I stretched out beside him, flat on my back, only for Cole to look over his shoulder and scoff. “So much for cuddling.”
So I rolled over on my side and set my hand on his hip, only for him to yank me forward until I pressed against him. He draped my hand over Eva’s waist, and I wriggled and moved until I was comfortable, self-conscious about my cock pressing into his back.
I needn’t have worried. By the time I was comfortable, he was fast asleep, snoring softly, lying between his two favorite people in the fucking world.
Lucky bastard.
