Page 47 of Twisted Play
But that’s what the puck bunnies did. We crooked our fingers, and they came running, eager for our cocks and the status that came with fucking us.
“You gotta moment?” I flashed my teeth and gave her my famous panty-dropping smile.
“For you? Of course.”
Katie had been hanging around the team all semester, showing up to practices in short skirts and too tight tank tops, hooking up with the whole goddamned team so shecould piss Rami off. He’d dumped her, and she was going to make him pay.
Unlike the other puck bunnies, Katie didn’t expect a goddamned thing from her hookups, just a good time and no drama in the morning—unless she wanted to hurt Rami, in which case, fucking bring it.
Katie slid her backpack off her shoulders, allowing me to cage her against the wall. Her lips tilted into a seductive smile. “What’s going on, baby?”
“Don’t call me that,” I muttered.
“What should I call you?”
“Cole,” I said quietly, and then, inspiration struck me. “Sir, if you’re so inspired,” I continued. Fuck, the thought of Eva on her knees, calling me Sir, obeying my every command—my cock hardened.
Katie’s brown eyes widened, but her fingers crept up my shirt anyway, and another fantasy of red hair and green eyes flashed through my mind. No, that’s exactly why I wanted Katie. Right now.
“Okay, Sir,” she said.
Holy fuck, had it always been this easy? And why did I have qualms about it now?
“Good girl,” I murmured, and she raised up on her toes to kiss me. I turned my head so her lips hit my jaw, hiding my aversion by leaning in to nibble on her earlobe. She smelled like cheap fruit candy, and?—
Fuck.Fuck!
There was nothing wrong with Katie. Nothing wrong with the way she smelled. Nothing wrong with the way her hands stroked my cock through my sweatpants, nothing wrong with?—
Fuccccckkkkkk. Her hand slipped into my pants, delicate fingers sliding along my cock, and all I could think ofwas Eva doing the same.
A flash of red hair caught my attention.What?
“Hey,” Katie said, resting her hand on my cheek and turning my face toward hers. “Where’d you go?”
Suddenly, I felt like shit.
I pushed away, gently removing her hands from my cock. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Let me help with whatever’s bothering you,” she murmured, stroking her hands up my back, soothing and gentle.
She could. I could shove her down to her knees, she’d suck my cock, I’d come, and I’d still feel like absolute shit for wanting my best friend and his girl. Together. On their knees in front of me instead of Katie.
Katie’s lips twisted in frustration for a moment as my attention wandered.
I stepped back and closed my eyes, annoyed with myself. “Sorry, Katie. I?—”
“It’s Eva, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer—couldn’t answer—because Eva was slipping around the corner toward the locker room. What the fuck was she doing at this hour?
“She looks at you too, when you’re not looking,” Katie said, her face an expressionless mask. I would have felt worse if I didn’t know she was going to grab the next single player to walk by and get exactly what she’d been looking for. “Cole, she’s got it rough. Don’t fuck with her like you?—”
I was already gone, prowling down the hallway on silent feet. Eva walked with her usual measured grace—shoulders squared, head high. She didn’t see me behind her as she slipped into the locker room and then into Coach’s office.
The overhead lights were off, but Coach’s desk lamp cast enough light for me to watch her through the glass—hisblinds were up. She lifted the first file with steady hands, set it aside. Opened the second. Her fingers ghosted over the tabs, searching.
A single page slipped free. She snatched at it, her usual grace deserting her. I watched her shoulders rise and fall with one deep breath. Another.
