Page 92 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

We were actually pretty even in the game. Dorian, Wolf, and Wells were holding their own against Thatcher, and this really could be anybody’s game.

Curious, I studied Sloane. She lounged against the pool table the same time Dorian leaned down to make his shot. Thatcher and Wells had brought Wolf into conversation, and the only one really paying attention to what Sloane was doing was me.

Well, Dorian and me. The dirty-blond’s eyes flicked up upon his girlfriend placing herself in his line of sight. He definitely picked up on that, grinning at her before pulling his pool stick back. Sloane had her stick too, and when she pushed off the table, she brought it to her mouth.

Her tongue dragged up it, licking it and right in front of Dorian. The guy had been mid-shot, and his stick hit billiard cloth the moment Sloane licked her stick.

“The fuck?” he gritted, and the other three guys whipped around. Blinking, they transferred immediate attention to the scene at hand, and Dorian’s stick which had gotten a piece of the cue ball on its way toward the cloth. He’d essentially scratched and stood. “Sloane—”

“What happened?” Wolf asked, and Dorian tossed a hand at him.

“She licked her pool stick in front of me!”

Wolf’s eyes shot in Sloane’s direction, and cheeky, Sloane angled in beside me. “He’s completely overreacting.”

Well, Dorian sure didn’t think he was. He charged over to her, but Thatcher got there first.

He actually cut between them.

“Chill, bro. I still need my teammate,” he stated, basically laughing, and Dorian’s eyes blazed.

“You better back the fuck up or I swear to fucking God you’ll lose both your arms.” He cut a look around him. “What the hell was that, Noa?”

Brilliant was what it was, and the girl wasn’t fighting her laughter. Those two seemed to have just as much push and pull as Wolf and me.

Dorian bumped Thatcher’s chest to get to Sloane, but Thatcher made a man wall. In a fit of chuckles, he refused to let Dorian through, and that was when Wolf and Wells stepped in. They were basically trying to pull Thatcher out of the way for Dorian. Fighting laughter myself, I whispered to Sloane, “I can’t believe you just did that.”

I mean, it was brilliant, but who knew where those sticks had been. I wouldn’t have licked one just because of that, and when I joked about that, she spoke behind her hand.

“Yeah, I definitely scrubbed the shit out of it in the bathroom,” she said, obviously two steps ahead. The girl really was brilliant.

She got the words out just as Dorian barreled his way through Thatcher. This was no easy feat considering how big the guy was, but Wolf and Wells gave Dorian the edge. They got Thatcher out of the way, then gave him swift hits in the arm.

“We’re talking.Now,” Dorian ground out in front of Sloane. The guy was intimidating as fuck, but all Sloane did was tip her chin at him.

A sly grin tipped her lips. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

“Noa…”

She put a hand on his chest, and a noise rolled in his chest. Like an actual noise, and his dark pupils even dilated.

Next thing I knew, he was directing her away, and when she asked where they were going, all he did was make another noise. He had her by the shoulders while he quick-stepped her away but not before Sloane made eye contact with me.

“It’s up to you now,” she mouthed, making me laugh. At this point, Dorian was rushing her away, and when he barked the two were going for a talk, chuckles sounded from the other side of the pool table.

One of them was Wells, who propped his pool stick against the table. “Yeah, those two are definitely about to go fuck.” He nudged Thatcher after he said it, and Wolf made a face.

“One hundred percent don’t want to hear that shit,” he stated, coming over to me. His hand found its way right away to my waist, which shot a laser of heat directly into my skin.

As well as my pussy.

I ended up rubbing my thighs together through my jeans, and it only got worse when he tucked me into him. He smelled fucking good, and though I wanted to be a team player and give him and his boys a fighting chance against Thatcher, I realized I wanted something more in that moment.

Quite frankly, it excited the shit out of me to get a rise out of Wolf. It always had, and an opportunity came up the moment it was Wolf’s turn again.

“It’s up to you now.”

Sloane’s voice in my head, I lounged against the pool table like she had. I knew exactly what to do to get a rise out of the Big Bad Wolf, and I waited until he leaned forward to make his shot.

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