Page 130 of Twisted Play
Me
He invited us.
Sage
I have plans, sorry!
Rory
Meet you there.
Cole parked, and before I could open my door, he was there, opening it for me, his hand out for me to take.
What the fuck?
My confusion must have shown on my face, because he smiled ruefully. “I might not be giving you a choice about acting like my girlfriend in public, but I sure as fuck intend to enjoy treating you like you’re mine.” He yanked me into him, his fingers curling around my waist. He ran his nose up my neck. “You’re so fucking hot in this jersey, you know that?”
“She’s ours,” Tristan corrected gently. “And she’s wearingmyjersey.”
“Stupid fucking puck bunnies, playing favorites,” Cole muttered, but there was no heat in his voice.
A giggle escaped me, and the relief in Cole’s eyes softened his entire face. He didn’t like making me miserable, or maybe he was happier when I wasn’t.
So why did he keep doing it?
“C’mon, sparrow,” he said, running one hand up my back and tugging me into a tight hug. “Let me buy you a drink.”
My purse buzzed. I checked my burner phone—a message from Jedediah Carter. Fuck it. Fuckhim. I shoved the phone back into my bag and looked up at Cole and Tristan, whose sweet stares made me feel, just for a moment, like they really were my boyfriends.
“Both of you owe me drinks,” I said finally, determined to enjoy the evening, even if it meant forgiving Cole for being Cole.
Cole nodded tightly, biting his bottom lip, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that melted the ice in mine.
I reached up to tug his lip out from between his teeth. “That’s for me to bite,” I flirted.
His eyes widened before darkening into a lust-filled look that sent need flooding to my pussy.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
The noiseof the bar set off a buzzing between my legs, and I staggered in the doorway, clutching at Tristan as my knees turned to Jell-o and pleasure coursed through me.
“You okay, kitten?”
“Your fucking sex toy is?—”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Cole said, tapping my nose as amusement danced in his eyes. “Girlfriend, remember?”
Demanding, demeaning Cole, I could deal with. Sweet Cole, degrading me and praising me so I’d take a picture of my pussy? Sure. But amused, teasing Cole, trying to drag a smile out of me?
Fuck.
I whimpered, the roar of the crowd and the pounding of music intensifying the pleasure in my core. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” he murmured, but he reached into his pocket, and the intensity diminished.
“Thank you,” I gasped.
“I love the sound of gratitude on your lips.” He brushed his lips over the curve of my ear. “What do you want to drink?”
