Page 93 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

Wolf pulled that long reach back, and the moment he did, I leaned forward myself.

I pressed my breasts together, hugging them in his direct line of sight. I basically had my boobs on the table, the swell spilling slightly over my tank top, and Wolf’s stick hit the cue ball so hard it went flying over the table.

“Jesus, Wolf!” Wells shot a leg up, the ball missing him by inches. Meanwhile, Thatcher was dying. He had his hands on his knees, seeing the whole thing, and Wolf was just standing there craned over the table.

He was still staring at my boobs.

His mouth agape, he blinked out of whatever daze he’d been in at the sound of his friends. Wells was laughing now too despite being on the wrong side of all this. He was on Wolf’s team, but I guess the fact a pair of tits drove his friend to fuck up his shot superseded any disappointment he might have from the missed shot.

“Shit. These girls have you guys acting straight stupid,” Wells announced, and Thatcher looked literally on the brink of throwing up. He was roaring at this point, and Wolf did seem like he was still in his stupor. It took him a second to realize he’d shot the cue ball to the floor.

And when he did…

“The hell? That didn’t count.” He fisted his chunky curls, eyes wide. “No fucking way I…”

“Oh, you did, my good sir,” Thatcher stated, tears in his eyes. I had a hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh myself, and I think the only reason Wolf’s focus wasn’t on that was because he was too busy watching Thatcher. The bulky frat boy leaned down, taking his own shot. He sunk it in, of course, and when he stood, he had a large grin on his face. “And that’s game. Sorry, my guy.”

“No, that’s…” Wolf studied the table, the evidence before him. His eyes flashed. “That’s…”

“What? Cheating?” Thatcher’s large shoulders bumped, still fucking laughing. “Take that up with your girl, man. Has nothing to do with me.”

Shoved under the bus, I backed up but couldn’t help grinning myself. “Sorry, Wolf.”

“Sorry, huh?” His eyes were wild looking at me, feral. He stalked toward me, slow and so much awareness shot into my pussy I thought I’d keel over. “Yeah, real fucking sorry.”

A wolfish grin hit his bright white teeth, and I backed up a little more. I wasn’t going fast and kind of wanted to get caught.

He noticed.

His stick hit the floor about the same time he grabbed the back of my neck.

“You’ll be fucking sorry,” he said, my heart leaping, my clit buzzing. His digits lodged into my flesh. “Come on.”

Directed away in a similar fashion as Sloane, I forced myself to move with jellied legs. Wells and Thatcher were still laughing, but I really wasn’t paying much attention to that.

Neither was Wolf apparently, his eyes hungry. His grip on my neck danced the line of painful, but I think that only added to the electricity moving through my legs. I was wet,slick.My thighs rubbed together with an attempt at relief, but he had us moving too fast.

We hit the bathrooms. Like legit, Wolf tried to barrel into one, but the door wouldn’t give.

“Someone’s in here!” grit from the other side, Dorian’s voice. Husky, the sound followed feminine laughter, and Wolf snarled at the door.

So… that was his sister.

Wolf gave no more of his energy to that, too busy throwing the door open of the other bathroom. He jerked me inside with him, and when he kicked the door closed, he pressed me against it.

“You think that shit out there was funny? Playing with me?” He rested heavy arms on the door, smelling like heaven laced with hell. His full lips were so close, and I popped on the tips of my toes to bite them. He held me back by my neck. “You obviously do. Aren’t taking this seriously. Me seriously…”

I wasn’t. I wanted him too bad. I lifted my chin. “It is funny.”

I tried to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist hard. His next move was to yank my tank’s straps down, my bra straps with them. He bared my flushed breasts, then after, just stood there with them between us.

“I don’t think it’s funny.” He tweaked one nipple, then the other. He pulled, and my thighs clenched. “You know how much I like these?”

I had a feeling. He buried his whole face in them whenever he could. I arched my back, giving him a better view.

The feral noise that lifted his chest built pressure between my legs. I squeezed my thighs tighter, but Wolf pressed a hand between my legs.

“You’re evil, you know that?” He gripped my pussy, his digits still pinching my nipple. He had one tight between his thumb and index finger, and I called out. He leaned forward. “And cheaters never prosper.”

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