Page 36 of Dark Little Game

I’m not going to give him that.

Not a fucking chance.

If Hunter can’t stop himself from touching me, then that’s his problem, not mine.

I start leaning into his touch instead. I buck my hips a little, rocking myself up against him, daring him to keep going.

I’d already told him that he’s going to fuckingloseif he tries to play gay chicken with me.

I could go all day.

“How about you, Weston?” Hunter asks his brother. “How have your classes been going?”

“Peachy. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go grab a slice of apple pie.”

Weston already hates being at the table with his brother, and he’s looking for an out.

“Same,” Ollie says. “That smell has been tantalizing me the whole time. Rayne, Hunter, you want us to grab you anything else?”

A gun, maybe?

Or how about a flamethrower?

A guillotine?

“I’m good for now,” I tell them.

Hunter nods. “I’m just peachy, too.”

Wes and Ollie grab their trays and head back over through the crowd.

The moment their backs are turned and they’re walking away, Hunter suddenly lurches into action.

He drops his foot away from me and stands up.

And then he’s looping around the booth, coming over to my side, sliding in and taking Weston’s spot next to me.

I try to slide away a little but the warmth of his palm lands on my thigh, stopping me, settling right below my hard cock.

He leans in and his lips land on my neck. He sucks a slow, wet kiss there, and I curse under my breath.

I shove him back a moment later.

“Get off me,” I tell him. “Your brother is right there.”

Hunter is gazing at my mouth. “And he’s not facing our way, king. You smell like strawberries.”

He moves and squeezes my dick with his hand, now, and the contact is much more direct than the sole of his foot was.

I throb in his hand, unable to control my reaction.

“Did you follow me here, like you followed me to the locker room?”

“How the fuck else am I supposed to make sure you’re not going to die? It’s not likeyouhave any sense of self-preservation. You go to the same places every day.”

“And that’s my life. And none of your business.”

“Feels like my business when you’re this hard for me.”