Page 41 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

TRISTAN

Cole drove. I squeezed into the back of his sports car with Eva, buckling her in and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge my presence, didn’t even look up as we drove away. She just curled in on herself and hid her face from the world.

“Eva?”

She didn’t answer.

“She needs to see a doctor,” I snapped. “This isn’t normal.”

Cole whipped around to stare at me before turning his attention back to the road.

“And when she tells the doctor why she’s in this catatonic state?

What the fuck do you think is going to happen to us?

” A vein in his jaw fluttered as he drove.

“What do you think is going to happen to her when the story comes out and everyone discovers what she’s been doing for the bratva? ”

Fuck. I ran my hand over my curls then swore again. I was scared for her and disgusted at myself for ignoring the voice in my mind that had been screaming that good, decent men didn’t blackmail women for sex. “Take her home, then,” I ordered.

“Already on it,” Cole said.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up. The light on the porch was out. I went through Eva’s purse, looking for her keys. I pushed down my fury when my fingers brushed against her second phone. Selling our secrets to the bratva. What the hell?

Cole lifted her in his arms, murmuring nonsensical words, as if that could change what we’d done to her and bring her out of her catatonic state.

Her porch stairs creaked when I walked up them, as if unused to the weight of a strapping young athlete, and unwanted sympathy crawled through my chest like poisonous vines.

No one answered when I knocked on the door, so I let us in with her keys. When I flicked on the light, I was shocked to see the threadbare condition of the house—spotlessly clean but empty. Fuck, she was poor.

Unable to hold back my curiosity, I peered into the kitchen, noting the empty counters. The fridge was bare—a few bottles of condiments and a couple of apples but nothing else.

I eyed the stairwell with trepidation.

“We can’t leave her here,” Cole said. “Not like this.”

Not without a strong lock on the door. Not without food in her fridge. Shit shit shit shit shit.

“I’ll grab her some clothes,” I said before I made my way up the stairs, noting the faded pictures in their frames, Eva’s expression in them turning from sad and tired to young and joyous as I moved backward through her life.

Her bedroom was equally plain—a worn coverlet over a bed I doubted would hold my weight, a particle board desk that had seen better days, and an aging laptop.

I rifled through her closet, grabbing the first clothes I found, and then dug into her drawers, grinning at the scraps of lacy underwear interspersed with sensible cotton—sensible and worn cotton.

The pinch in my chest grew sharper until I rubbed at my heart, trying to ease the pain.

If this was how I lived, I’d sell team secrets to the bratva too.

Shit.

I found her backpack, packed her laptop, then poked my head into the bathroom in the hallway, surprised by the array of medication in the cabinet but swiping it all into her bag anyway. She’d have to figure out what she needed tomorrow.

My heart heavier than I was comfortable with, I walked back down the stairs, wincing with every creak.

Eva waited in Cole’s arms, her face buried in his chest. His own face was blank, revealing nothing about what he thought about her circumstances.

“Ready?” Cole settled her in the backseat again then waited for me to cuddle her close, watching her intently.

“She’s breathing easier,” I murmured. Maybe she’d fallen asleep.

Eva shifted against me, and I slid my arm over her shoulders, holding her tight.

“This is a bad fucking idea,” Cole muttered.

“It was yours.”

“Yeah, I know.”

A soft body snuggled closer to me, and I moaned, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock in her hot, waiting pussy.

No.

Wait.

Eva sprawled between me and Cole, clad in one of his old t-shirts, the hem pushed up so I could see her luscious ass. He’d dragged her against him so her face was buried in his chest, and one of her legs draped over his. Cole was a cuddler—who knew?

Last night, he’d won the coin flip about whose room she’d sleep in. I snuck in a few hours later. No fucking way was I going to let him claim her for himself when he’d blackmailed her into fucking him while I had been trying to seduce her sweetly. She was mine .

As much as I wanted to maintain my anger at her duplicity, and his, with her here, in our house, almost naked before me, it all faded when compared with my need to claim her as my own.

I scooted toward the bottom of the bed and yanked the sheet down so Eva was entirely bared to me.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. That round ass, the curves of her hips, and the pretty pink pussy that glistened in the morning light—sweet and innocent—someone who deserved better than to be blackmailed, who deserved our help, not our approbation.

I slid my hands over her ass, and when she didn’t move, I crawled between her thighs, separating them so I could feast.

And fuck, she tasted like everything I’d ever dreamed of. I licked from her clit to her ass then back down again, and her tart-salty flavor exploded on my tongue.

She whined in her sleep, and I wrapped my arms around her plush thighs to hold her still. Then I dove right back in, reveling in the feel of her softness surrounding me .

Every taste of her sent electricity zinging through my veins, as if I were starving and she was the only meal that could satisfy me.

I explored every fold with my tongue, devouring her juices, eating her like my life depended on it.

This is what I had meant when I said I’d give her what she deserved, not forcing her to give me a blow job or inflicting pain and humiliation.

And yet.

I couldn’t deny the appeal of that either, not after last night.

Fuck, that’d been the hottest moment of my life. And discovering that Cole shared my obsession, that he’d found a way for both of us to have her?

And that she got off on the way he degraded her?

Fuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk.

I lapped at her folds, digging my tongue deep inside her then reaching for her clit.

Eva moaned in her sleep, and I adjusted her legs to give me better access.

I ate and ate and ate without regard to her pleasure, enjoying the meal before me, a perfect fucking snack, until she started pushing back against my face, rubbing her clit against my chin as I devoured her.

I slid a finger inside her, then a second, and fucked her with them as I nibbled on her clit.

A moment later, she exploded, crying out then collapsing on the bed.

Cole propped his head on one arm, his expression sleepy and amused, absolutely delicious, wearing nothing but his pajama pants.

Unthinkingly, I moved up Eva’s body until we sandwiched her between us, and I reached for Cole, intending to offer him my fingers as a taste. Instead, he leaned forward and licked across my lips before he licked his own.

“Fucking delicious.”

Cole fucking licked me. And fuck me, I wanted more of that.

Eva rolled over, then tried to sit up, distracting me from Cole’s unexpected advance.

“Don’t move, kitten,” I said softly.

“Good morning,” she rasped, her green eyes meeting mine. “Where am I?”

“My room,” Cole said, “at the hockey house.” He dragged her back down to the bed and arranged her so she cuddled against his chest with her head on his bicep. I moved in closer, molding my body to hers, my cock pressed against her bare back.

“You weren’t in any shape to go anywhere last night,” he continued. “We fucked you so stupid, you couldn’t even remember your name.”

Eva blushed and buried her face in his chest, as if he wasn’t the source of her embarrassment in the first place.

“Couldn’t leave you at your place alone, not like that,” I said, nuzzling her cheek. “I brought you clothes and your school stuff, or at least, whatever was in your tote.”

Eva looked down at her half-clad body. “Yes, I can see you made a serious effort at clothing me.”

If she was joking, she was going to be okay. I didn’t examine why I was so relieved.

Cole watched me over her head, and I couldn’t get his earlier move out of my head, the way he darted forward and licked Eva’s juices off my lips, or how fucking hot it’d been when he licked his own when he was done.

Cole was straight-ish? I wasn’t sure. He didn’t fuck around much these days. I fucked whomever I wanted. And right now, that was Eva. Cole too.

Shelving that thought for another day, I reminded myself why we were in this situation—Eva was a liar and a spy, and Cole had blackmailed her then dragged me into it.

Fuck, I was a mess.

“Let’s get clean,” I said, swinging my legs out of the bed. “Eva can blow me in the shower, and then we’ll get breakfast.”

I kept my tone even and casual, as if my heart wasn’t pounding with my audacity.

“Eva can blow both of us in the shower,” Cole answered. “Isn’t that right, sparrow?”

“Fuck you,” Eva said with a sigh, but she followed me anyway.

“Promise?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her waist and dragged her to me so I could kiss the top of her head.

Eva looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes that made me want to conquer the world and hand it to her on a platter. “As if I have a choice.”

“None,” Cole cheerfully agreed then smacked her ass. We both watched it jiggle magnificently as she scowled. “Now let’s go shower so you can get on your knees, and we can get to morning practice.”

“Coffee,” I snapped at Cole as we rushed out the door. I didn’t need it in the morning, but Eva did, and dammit, even after her betrayal, after seeing her with Cole, I still wanted to give her what she deserved.

Fuck him for all of this. I liked her, everything about her, and my heart hurt so fucking bad that Cole was fucking her too.

“We’ll be late for practice.”

“Then you should have set an alarm before kidnapping me,” Eva snapped.