Page 37 of Dark Little Game

I glance up and see Wes and Ollie at the end of the buffet bar.

“They got their apple pie. They’recoming back over here, so can you quit?—”

Hunter pulls his hand off of me in an instant, pressing his finger to my mouth to tell me to be quiet.

He slides his finger down a moment later, just a few moments before Wes and Ollie return again.

Wes is glaring at Hunter as he returns.

“The fuck are you in my spot for?” Wes asks.

“I saw a suspicious person walking by, and I’m not about to let our king Royal here get attacked again. If a dart ends up in anyone’s neck, it’s going to be mine. I’m his shield.”

Weston never buys Hunter’s bullshit, but he knows he’s going to stay planted right there. Wes sits across from us, next to Ollie, instead.

“Wes was telling me you guys have a group text thread for Onyx stuff,” Ollie tells me. “I need to get on that thing.”

“Of course,” I tell him. “Text me your number and I’ll add you.”

I tell Oliver my phone number, and I realize my mistake immediately when I see Hunter slip out his phone and jot my number down, too.

My phone buzzes in my pocket a moment later.

As Ollie and Wes dig into their apple pie, I take my phone out to see the message.

Unknown Number: It’s cute how much my brother hates it when I’m close to you. Should we show him how hard you are for me?

Rayne: Die, Knox.

Want you to stay hard. Want your cock to ache every time you hear my name.

Starting to think you just want *me.*

Expect me not to get my revenge? You kissed me first. You touched my cock first, too.

Do your worst.

You haven’t seen my worst yet. You’ll choke on my cock. You’ll take every drop of cum I have, every day. You made yourself mine when you kissed me that night, Royal.

I can barely keep the phone steady in my hand to send a message back.

His hand is on my thigh beneath the table again.

I’m hard.

I’m also guiltier than I’ve ever felt, seeing those words on my phone screen when Weston is right there across the table.

I swallow hard, and my throat is tight.

I finally manage to tap something out.

Wecan’t do this here.

Say you’ll take my cock.

No.

Hunter slides his palm a little higher beneath the table, resting on my cock.