Page 64 of Twisted Play
“Are we competing over a woman?”
Cole slammed on the brakes so hard the seatbelt locked. I jerked forward, sure I’d have a bruise in my chest when I woke up tomorrow.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Have we ever let a girl come between us?”
“No.”
“Then what makes you think we’re competing now?”
“Eva’s a good girl,” I said. “She’s not the kind of woman who’s into being shared because it’s hot and sexy.”
“Are you saying that because you think she’ll say no, or because you don’t want to share?” Cole shot back as he navigated the city a hell of a lot faster than he’d driven to get Eva home.
I thought about my answer long and hard. Would I share Eva?
“I think that’s a question for her, not for me,” I said finally. “Because I’ll take whatever I can fucking get.”
Cole’s grin startled me with how open and free it was compared to his normal scheming.
“Good.”
26
COLE
I honked my horn,once, twice, and then laid on it, despite the early hour. Fuck this, and fuck Tristan, who’d sent me all the way out here to pick her up so he could grab a healthy breakfast for the three of us before practice.
Eva rushed out the door, looking more frazzled than I’d ever seen her, her cheeks flushed, clutching her tote, a backpack, and books. She wore a short plaid skirt that flared out over her hips. It made me want to flip it up to see what she wore underneath before sinking my cock into her hot, waiting pussy.
“Stop! You’re waking up the whole fucking neighborhood!” she stage-whispered as she dashed down the steps. “Jesus, you’re ten minutes early!”
“Get in the car,” I snapped, leaning over the seat to pop the door open for her.
She stumbled over to the passenger side then stopped, looked at me, looked at the mess in her arms, took a deep breath, and set her fucking bag on my fucking hood.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting organized,” she snapped, “which I would havedone inside, if you hadn’t laid on the horn for the inconvenience of arriving ten minutes early.”
I lifted my hand, and she raised her keys. “Try it,” she snarled, “and I’ll key your fucking car.”
Oh fuck, this Eva was hot. The fury in her voice went straight to my cock, and all I could think about was how I was going to tame this gorgeous vixen this morning.
Two minutes later, her belongings were in her bags, which she tossed into my backseat. She combed her fingers through her hair, but when she pulled out her makeup, I lifted my hand as if I was going to hit the horn again.
Her eyes flew to mine, and I swear, one side of her lips tilted up in a smile.
Cheerfully, she slid into her seat. “I can do my makeup in the car.”
“Don’t,” I growled.
“You’re not the boss of me,” she said cheerfully.
“Wrong,” I snapped. “And you’ll regret it if you do your makeup now.”
“What, you’re going to spank me?” Her laugh was fucking gorgeous, and for a moment, I forgot about my plan to turn her into my stress relief for the season. I wanted to startle that sound out of her again and again and again. And then an image of her bent over my car, her panties pulled down around her knees, that gorgeous ass presented to me, bouncing every time I spanked her, my handprints all over it, made me hard all over again.
“No, sparrow,” I said. “Not today.” I shoved the car into gear and took off, enjoying the squeal of tires on the pavement and the trepidation on Eva’s face.
