Page 111 of Triple Pucked
It spins across the table, missing the black and ricocheting across the back of the snooker table, before slowly spinning back toward me.
I straighten. “I kept it on the table. I will take that as a win.”
Robyn quirks her brow. “Well, I’m going to pot the black. Then I’ll actually win your sweet tongue on my pussy.”
“I like a confident woman.”
“I hadn’t worked that out about you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Take your shot.”
“I will.” Robyn bends over the table, taking a teasingly long time about it. Then she glances over her shoulder and catches me staring at her delicious arse. She winks, wriggling it. “Then I’ll take my prize.”
“Bring it on, love.”
She holds the cue much better than I did, before hitting the cue ball with a solidwhack.
I raise my eyebrow, as the cue ball shoots right past the black, bounces on the back cushion and bounces back to rest almost precisely where it started.
I swagger to take her place. “Thanks for helping me.”
Robyn shuffles to the side, playfully running the butt of her cue between my legs in retaliation and making me hiss in pleasure. “Show me what you’ve got. Do you remember what I taught you?”
I nod, focusing on bending over the table with the right stance and grip.
Robyn rests her hand on my shoulder. “My best student. That’s perfect.”
My chest tightens at the same time that my lips tug into a smile.
Nobody has called me that before.
My teachers can go fuck themselves. I bloody tried in their classes, and if they couldn’t see that then that’s on them. Now, I’m with D’Angelo who always notices when I’m putting in effort at the arena, at home, or in bed. And I’m with Robyn who praises me for remembering her instructions.
She’s never once scolded mefor not trying hard, beinglazy, or compared me in a bad light to my twin.
I lick over my dry lips.
I’m hitting that bloody black ball.
Sweat drips down the back of my neck.
I can do this.
I fluidly pull back the cue.
This time, the ball shoots across the snooker table, catching the black.
The black spins off toward the pocket.
“I did it,” I exclaim. “I hit the bastard.”
I hold my breath.
Robyn leans her cue against the table. Then she wraps her arms around me from behind, pinning me over the table. Her breath is hot against my ear.
My eyelashes flutter.
Her gorgeous breasts are pushed against my back.
