Page 42 of Trick Shot

“You must be fun at women’s rights rallies.” She scoffs, laughing under her breath.

“I’m fun everywhere, baby.” I step forward slowly. “But this has nothing to do with feminism and everything to do with my teammates seeing what I see right now.”

“Oh no,” she gasps mockingly, hand pressed to her chest, phone still clutched in it. “Not their innocent eyes! Will they survive the sight of a woman’s breasts?”

“They better not,” I growl. “Or I’m going to start gouging them out.”

She pauses, her body straightening as I keep inching toward her.

“You walk around with your nipples out, they’re gonna look,” I say, moving closer until we’re just a breath apart. “And if they look, I’m gonna rip their fucking eyeballs out.”

Her mouth opens, allowing her to suck in an audible breath.

“But unfortunately…” I say calmly, “we need those eyes to win games. So the less bloody option?” My eyes drop to her chest and back up. “Put something on.”

“Oh, and they’re not supposed to look at me because you said so?” She glares, her eyes narrowed. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.” She straightens her back even more, chin high as she meets my gaze head on. “You are in no position to tell me what I can and can’t wear.”

“That,” I nod at her top, “is not for them.”

“And who’s it for then? You?” Her brows shoot up and a sharp, cynical laugh escapes her.

“Mhm,” I nod, tilting my head to the side.

“Oh my God,” she exclaims, shaking her head, but I see the pink tint covering her cute cheeks. “Grow the hell up.”

“You wanna see how I deal with mouthy little brats who test me?” I ask, looking down at her.

Her head tilts back so she can look at me, and her pupils dilate. She’s breathing faster now, short shallow breaths entering and leaving her mouth.

“Wanna see how I deal with little boys who think they’re big?” she bites back, breathless and flushed.

Blood rushes to my cock immediately.Fuck, she’s brilliant.

I lean in, lips grazing the shell of her ear. I feel her body tense, hear the tiny hitch in her breath as mine fans across her skin.

“I’d be fucking delighted to,” I murmur.

She doesn’t move as my mouth hovers a second longer. Then I pull back.

“Now,” I add, tilting my head, “be good and put on a bra.Please.”

She stares at me for a moment before her chin lifts again, her eyes flashing with challenge. I already know what she’s about to do before she does it. With a little smirk, she whips around and takes a step toward the stairs—towards where all the guys are.

Hell no.

With a couple of strides, I catch up and plant myself in front of her. She’s not walking downstairs, not like this. And even if I wasn’t here to stop her, Dom sure as hell would if he saw her like that.

Her entire body freezes. I see the flash in her eyes. There’s lust in them, there’s defiance, and a little bit of fear.

Then she inhales slowly and lifts her chin.

“Get out of my way.”

I don’t move.

“Move.” Her jaw clenches. When I stay planted, she scoffs. “You’re seriously blocking me?”

“Dead serious,” I nod, letting my hands hang at my sides.