Page 61 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

TRISTAN

Eva sat in the front seat of Cole’s car, moaning as I played with the remote that controlled her vibrator.

“You better not fucking come before we get there,” Cole commanded.

“I won’t,” she gasped. “It’s not quite—” She cut herself off and moaned.

“C’mon, kitten. Almost there,” I said, my fingers tangled in her hair as I watched her, rapt.

We stumbled into the house, a tangle of limbs and lips, shedding clothes as we dragged her up the stairs. Finally, Cole lifted her in his arms, refusing to let her navigate the stairs, and dashed to his room.

Eva’s eyes gleamed. For once, she didn’t seem to resent us or what we were doing. Instead, she tackled my belt, reaching into my jeans to free my cock.

Her fingers wrapped around me, and I moaned at the pleasure. She pumped her hand up and down once, twice, and then I had to knock her fist away so I could strip.

Eva pushed me backward onto the bed the moment I was naked. Cole stood behind her, dragging her leggings and soaked panties over her hips and down her legs. He nipped at her ass, and she yelped.

“I’m going to tattoo a bite mark right here,” he said, rubbing a spot on her ass that I couldn’t see. “So you never forget who you belong to.”

“And who’s that?” she breathed, her eyes dark with arousal.

“Every perfect inch of this delectable body belongs to us, and you better not forget it for a fucking instant.”

“She won’t,” I interrupted, unable to tear my eyes from her.

“I won’t,” she agreed as she straddled me, her luscious thighs squeezing my waist, her soaked pussy rubbing over my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait another goddamned moment.

Cole dragged the vibrator out of her, and the sound Eva made was animal, primal in its intensity.

She rose on her knees then sank down as Cole guided me in. Fuck, I should have some kind of feelings about my best friend’s hand on my cock, but in that instant, all I could think about was Eva’s heat strangling me as she took me in.

Her tits shook under my jersey as she moved, until Cole stepped behind her and cupped them, kneading and pinching through the thick fabric as she bounced on my cock.

She looked like she belonged there, and when Cole leaned over to nibble on her neck, his fingers moving to cover mine on her hips, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“C’mon, sparrow. Give Tristan what he deserves.”

“No, kitten. Take what you deserve,” I rasped, helping her ride me until we established a steady rhythm that milked the pleasure from me.

She looked so goddamned good in my jersey, a fantasy come to life, with endless curves, red hair, and creamy fucking thighs I couldn’t wait to bury myself between for breakfast the next day.

Eva adjusted her position slightly, gasping as I thrust up into her, hitting that magic spot that made her whine. She threw her head back, exposing her throat to Cole’s lips. I couldn’t see whether he was still dressed, just his corded forearms as we helped her move.

“Please,” she begged. “More.”

I heard the snap of a bottle opening. I felt pressure on my cock—oh fuck, he’d slid a finger inside her ass. Her pussy clenched, squeezing me, and I was in heaven.

“Are you sure?” Cole asked her, to my surprise.

“Are you giving me a choice?” she asked, her rhythm slowing for a second as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Yes.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You look so fucking perfect in his jersey.” He looked up at me. “I can’t ruin this for you.”

My heart cracked open for him. Cole.

She exhaled in a sharp laugh and rolled her hips, drawing a groan from us both. “You won’t. I want it. I want you. Both of you.”

His eyes widened, and he leaned his forehead against her nape, hiding his expression as he breathed. I tangled my fingers in his blond hair, trying to reassure him without words.

He wouldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t. Eva was already riding my cock in my jersey, my best friend behind her, about to fuck her ass. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Cole turned his cheek into my palm, pressing a hard kiss into it before rearing back so he could shove her down on my cock and hold her there.

Eva cried out. “So fucking full,” she gasped .

“Don’t move.” He worked his way into her as she writhed and moaned.

He spanked her once, hard. “I said, don’t move.”

“I have to,” she breathed. “It’s so good, so fucking intense.”

“Princess,” he groaned, pushing her forward over me until her chest pressed into mine. “Are you ready?”

“Stop being so goddamned considerate,” Eva said through a moan, “and fuck me like you did when you hated me.”

Cole pulled out then did exactly as she demanded, setting an intense rhythm that drove her to babbling incoherence as we thrust in and out of her, holding her still and forcing her to take the pleasure.

When she screamed her climax and clenched that deliciously hot pussy around my cock, I followed her over the cliff, lightning zinging down my spine as I exploded inside her, painting her insides with a shout.

A second later, Cole came, whispering her name like a fucking prayer. We fucked her through the aftershocks until she collapsed on top of me, shivering and whimpering as we held her.

Cole drew out of her then disappeared in the bathroom for a moment. The water ran, and then he emerged with a wet towel. Gently, he lifted her off me, ignoring her gratifying protest, and laid her on her back so he could carefully clean between her legs.

Eva’s eyes remained shut, but she whined when he left her. “Gonna tattoo my bite marks on your ass, I swear,” he muttered as he slipped into the bed behind her, wrapping her up in his arms.

She didn’t say anything, just snuggled close to him and drew me to her .

We had to talk.

In the morning.

Cole threw his leg over her hip, his heel reaching around my ass to drag me closer.

I let him, draping my arm over Eva’s waist, my fingers brushing against his. He tangled his fingers in mine and squeezed.

Eva mumbled in her sleep, and even though he released my fingers to brush her hair out of her face, he brought his hand right back to mine when he was done.

His eyes met mine, unreadable in the dark.

Cole was as fucked as I was for Eva, even if he’d never admit it.

And if he’d maneuvered me into this twisted relationship, I had to figure out a way to maneuver us out of it and into the kind of relationship Eva would want to stick around for, without the blackmail.

Now how the hell was I supposed to do that?