Page 125 of Twisted Play
Five minutes later, she returned with a jersey bearing Tristan’s number and a ball cap with Cole’s embroidered onto the front, tags still on them. “The girls all pitched in.”
My eyes widened, and I turned around to see a row of gorgeous women, some familiar, some not, seated a few rows above us.
“The girls?”
“Girlfriends and puck bunnies,” she said with a grin. “Can you change here?”
I shuffled over Elijah into the aisle so I could maneuver more freely. Quickly, I slid Tristan’s jersey over Haruto’s, maneuvering to pull off the offending garment without flashing the entire stadium. Then I swapped my beanie out for the ball cap.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked as I adjusted myself, wishing my cheeks weren’t so red with the embarrassment of needing her help in the first place.
Katie looked me in the eye. “Because I remember what it’s like to be new to all this. The team, the guys, their games.We all were, at one point.” She jerked her chin up to the women a few rows up, all of whom watched us with interest. “But Eva? Be careful. Cole and Tristan—they’re different with you. More intense. More...” She trailed off, searching for words.
“Unhinged?” I supplied.
“Invested,” she corrected. “Which makes them more dangerous, but also way hotter.”
I waved my gratitude to the women above me, who waved back, much to the amusement of the entire section, who’d been watching our exchange.
By the time I made it back to my seat, properly attired in Tristan’s jersey and Cole’s hat, both men’s expressions had softened from fury to satisfaction. But Katie’s warning echoed in my head, mixing uncomfortably with the constant buzz between my legs.
“Thanks,” I murmured as Elijah stood to let me back into my seat, not sure what to say, conflicted between their appalling possessiveness and the warmth that filled my chest at how they took care of me.
“Fuck you,” Elijah responded without heat. “I wish I had two gorgeous boys wrapped around my fingers like that.”
A few seconds later, both Tristan and Cole skated by us and tapped the boards with their sticks—not forgiveness, but it was something.
The first period left me panting and sweating as I tried to conceal how my men were edging me. The moment it ended, I dashed from the stands, flashing my staff badge to push through the crowd so I could have a moment of quiet in the bathroom.
As I shoved into an empty stall, my phone buzzed.
Cole
You better not be playing with yourself during the intermission.
Tristan
Send us a picture of that drenched pussy.
Cole
Where are you?
I hesitated, my thumbs hovering over the touchscreen. This was stupid. I was stupid. How could I even be considering acceding to their demand?
Me
None of your business.
Cole’s response was immediate.
Cole
Don’t fuck around with me, Eva.
Where are you?
My pussy clenched around the vibrator at his commanding tone, even through text.Fucked up, Eva.
