Page 117 of Twisted Play
Cole dressedin sweatpants and a t-shirt was dangerous. Cole dressed in slacks and a half-buttoned shirt, his hair styled, looking like he just stepped out of a photoshoot, was absolutely devastating.
“Ready?” he asked me.
I looked down at the oversized t-shirt Tristan had tossed at me after my shower. “Did you have to ruin my clothes last night?”
Haruto poked his head in the door. “He did what?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Cole said.
Tristan immediately stood and blocked Haruto’s view. “I don’t give a shit if there’s a game tonight, you asshole. Get your eyes off my girl, or I’m going to gouge them out.” His fists clenched, and I leapt out of the bed, determined to stop a fight before it could start.
Cole stopped me with an arm across my belly. “Don’t get involved.” His eyes were glittering with amused malice.
Haruto’s deep belly laugh echoed in the hallway. “All right, Tristan. I’m not looking. But my last girlfriend was probably close to her size. She left in a huff after Katie pulled some regular Katie shit and never came to pick her stuff up.”
Katie’s voice floated in from the hallway. “You assholes destroyed her clothes? Lemme see if Linh has something that would work.” Linh was another puck bunny who floated in and out—a beautiful woman with long black hair, softly angular eyes, and the cutest damn smile I’d ever seen. She was as curvy as me, but she wore it like a goddamned model.
Tristan shut the door on her voice then turned to look atme, his eyes dark and angry. “Nobody gets to look at that ass but me.”
Cole cocked his head. “Wrong. Our little toy’s an exhibitionist, and I intend to parade her around campus like the slut she is.”
“No,” Tristan said firmly.
“Yes,” Cole snarled.
If I were a better woman, I wouldn’t have considered whether I could use this disagreement to drive a wedge between the two friends and possibly free myself from this Faustian bargain I’d struck.
Cole advanced on his best friend. “She likes it.”
Tristan looked at me over Cole’s shoulder, his eyes softening in a way that pinched my chest. “She likes it when we look at her. She won’t like it when the rest of the world does.”
Cole laughed, wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and dragged me to him. Roughly, he shoved his hand between my thighs and into my pussy. I winced. Even with the sloppy mess Tristan left earlier, I wasn’t ready for him.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you slut. You loved it when Tristan played with you in the library. You’ve loved it every time we caught you in a stairwell or a closet this week. And you’re creaming yourself at the idea of us playing with you in public, aren’t you?”
He finger fucked me roughly, shoving me up on my toes and compounding the humiliation. My body’s natural lubrication eased Cole’s path, and when he ground his palm into my clit, I couldn’t stop myself from whining.
“Answer the question, slut,” he growled. “Tell Tristan how much it turns you on to know someone else could catch us humiliating you.”
I closed my eyes, unwilling to do as he asked but unableto deny the effect his words had on me. The humiliation turned me on—the risk. The thought of actually showing myself to strangers? Less so.
“Eva…” Tristan said.
“No!” Cole said, snapping his wrist and driving his fingers in and out of me. “She does what I want her to do, and what I want is for her to admit she likes what we do to her.”
Tristan slid a finger under my chin and gently turned my face to his. “Eva?—”
“Don’t ‘Eva’ me,” I snapped. “You’re just as complicit in this deal as he is. You could have said no.”
Tristan’s eyes reflected shocked hurt, but I wasn’t here for this bullshit. For all his rhetoric about treating me like I deserved, he participated in the same degradation as Cole.
A moment later, Katie knocked on the door, interrupting the standoff. “Are you decent?” she asked.
Cole slid his fingers out of me then grabbed a robe from his side of the bed and tossed it at me. His cruel smirk told me he’d caught me sniffing it, inhaling his spicy scent, as I pulled it on, turned on and frustrated.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m dressed…enough.”
Cole pointed at his eyes, then Tristan’s. “We’re not done,” he mouthed.
