Page 254 of Wrong Pucking Player

“We lost,” he bitterly admits. “To Vipers. They played hard.”

“Tsk. O’Riley and that lot of fuckers ain’t shit,” Winchester speaks up. “We’ll beat them in the semi-finals easily. As long as our team ain’t slacking. Right, Armani?”

“You’re captain,” I toss back. “We follow your lead.”

The captain who hasn’t even shown up for shit.

“You didn’t answer my question, Cyrus Jr.,” Winchester brings up again.

“Didn’t see the need to,” Wyatt retorts and is clearly distracted as he leans over to kiss the nape of Kenzie’s neck.

The touch is unexpected to her, making her shiver, but when he moves those pressed lips further, she doesn’t quiet down the soft moan that has me putting my cigarette out in the glass ashtray.

If we don’t get home and enjoy eating out this pussy, I’ll die.

“Like you said, Winchester,” Wyatt begins, knowing well his lips are brushing along Kenzie’s flesh with every spoken word. “It’s none of your business.”

I’m sure the whole floor can feel the tension radiating from this specific table.

Which is why the server is heading our way.

“We should head out,” I encourage. “Kenzie. Wyatt. We’ll take my car.”

“Your car?” Now Kenzie’s intrigued.

I guess I need to ease her into me secretly having millions versus being dirt poor.

A conversation for another day.

“Yeah,” I begin with a smirk. “Got Oliver to bring one of my cars from his place. Hellcat. Special edition. She’s a rare beauty. He had it because she needed a wrap job. Got inspired to change the color.”

“What color did you wrap her in?” my curious Kitten is dying to know.

“A nice ombré teal that shifts to dark turquoise,” I reveal and lean closer while sliding my hand right between her legs so I can grip her right thigh. “But maybe I should get another car.”

“Why?” She’s already breathless.

“I suddenly have another favorite color.” My fingers barely press into her folds, and it’s taking everything in me not to lose my fucking mind.

She’s soaking wet.

“What’s your new favorite color, Armani?”

“Red.” I catch the slight breath she takes when I move my hand just enough for the side of my index finger to further press into her dripping pussy. “Blood red. Like the color you’re wearing so perfectly.”

Wyatt moves a few strands of her hair, so he can kiss her shoulder.

“Guess we can wrap my car then,” he encourages, as his hooded eyes lift enough for me to see. “Though I’m not sure my Camaro will like having competition.”

The way I smirk at his comment leaves me no choice but to chuckle.

“That’s life, isn’t it?” I offer and let my voice drop immensely. “Sometimes you have to make a decision to join the competition…” I pause and don’t hesitate to look over at Fernandez in particular. “Or get rid of it.”

“Is everything alright here, Mr. Salvatore?”

All eyes are on the server, but Wyatt takes the lead by scooping Kenzie up.

“I’ll take Xandra to the parking lot,” Wyatt announces. “You won’t be long, right, Oscar?”

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