Page 73 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)
TRISTAN
Cole crawled into the bed then stopped.
Alek held Eva in his arms on the other side of the bed, clearly not intending to move. So fucking awkward. I didn’t believe for one goddamned moment that this arrangement would expire at the end of the weekend. We all wanted Eva too damn badly.
“Go ahead,” I murmured to Cole. “But you know I’m a cuddler.”
Amusement flashed in Cole’s eyes. “I don’t mind.”
He turned to Eva before he could register my shocked delight.
I crawled into the covers after him, not at all surprised to find he’d thrown his leg over hers.
I stretched out beside him, flat on my back, only for Cole to look over his shoulder and scoff. “So much for cuddling.”
So I rolled over on my side and set my hand on his hip, only for him to yank me forward until I pressed against him. He draped my hand over Eva’s waist, and I wriggled and moved until I was comfortable, self-conscious about my cock pressing into his back .
I needn’t have worried. By the time I was comfortable, he was fast asleep, snoring softly, lying between his two favorite people in the fucking world.
Lucky bastard.
I woke to bliss—a hot wet mouth on my cock, swallowing me inch by inch.
My eyes snapped open to find Eva between my legs, her red hair spilling over my thighs like liquid copper.
The harsh hotel light caught the constellation of freckles across her shoulders, transforming them into a sacred map I’d traced with my tongue countless times.
Her throat bulged obscenely around my thickness.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hand automatically finding her head, fingers threading through those silky strands before tightening into a fist, controlling her rhythm. The pained whimper that escaped her only made me harder.
She hummed around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, making my hips jerk.
My gaze drifted up to find Alek kneeling behind her, his broad hands wrapped around her legs, fingers digging viciously into her skin, leaving white marks that bloomed red at the edges.
His shoulders flexed as he devoured her,
The sight of her—suspended between us, used and worshipped simultaneously—sent a primal surge of possession through my chest that threatened to crack my ribs. Mine. Ours.
Cole stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as consciousness found him. His skin burned against mine, his morning erection pressing insistently against my thigh .
“Christ,” he muttered, voice like gravel. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.”
Eva’s moan was muffled by my cock filling her mouth, the vibration making my balls tighten painfully. I gripped the sheets, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvet heat of her throat.
“Good morning to you too, sparrow,” Cole said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone she melted for. His hand joined mine in her hair, our fingers intertwining in the tangled strands.
“Gorgeous.” Alek said, his accent thick as honey, each syllable dripping with dark promise. He raised his head, his beard gleaming with her arousal, and slapped her ass hard enough to send her forward to choke on my cock.
Cole lazily palmed his cock, stroking himself as he watched us, his thumb smearing precum across the tip. Each brush of our skin ratcheted up my arousal, the knowledge that he was getting off on watching me use her mouth making me throb painfully between her lips.
Eva whimpered around me, her rhythm faltering as Alek slid his fingers inside her, the muscles in his forearm flexing with each thrust. Her back arched sharply.
“That’s it, kitten,” I gasped, my voice unrecognizable, even to myself. “Come for him while you choke on my cock. Show us what a good girl you are first thing in the morning.”
She came with a muffled scream, her body seizing as she climaxed. The vibrations around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I erupted down her throat. Such a good fucking girl—she didn’t spill a single drop, throat working desperately to swallow everything I gave her.
Cole followed, making a mess across his taut stomach and thighs. Alek groaned a moment later, his hips jerking against her ass as he found his own release, covering her ass with his cum.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. The sheets beneath us were damp with sweat, twisted beyond salvation. The distant sound of early morning traffic filtered through the window, a reminder of the world continuing outside our sanctuary.
But before the post-orgasm haze could fully settle, Cole’s phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the harsh blue light cutting through our bubble.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching for it with reluctance. “Bus leaves in an hour.”
Right. The game. The bus to the stadium. Our actual lives waiting outside this hotel room.
I felt the shift immediately—the way Alek pulled back, calm disinterest sliding into place like armor, the way Eva curled into herself, arms wrapping around her middle as though bracing for rejection, and the way Cole’s expression shuttered, walls building behind his eyes.
“So,” Cole said carefully, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “We should probably get ready.”
The awkwardness thickened like smoke, choking us. Eva’s breathing sped up, and then she took a deep breath, that calm mask sliding over her face, hiding her emotions.
“Tristan,” Alek started, his voice already taking on the authoritative tone that kept us at arm’s length.
“No,” I said, surprising myself with the steel in my voice. “No,” I repeated, sitting straighter, the weight of their attention heavier than I expected. “We’re not doing the awkward thing.”
Everyone froze—Eva with those wide green eyes filled with fragile hope, Cole with barely concealed panic, and Alek with what might have been respect .
“What thing?” Eva asked softly, her voice raw from the abuse of my cock.
“The part where we all pretend we don’t know what we want.” I looked at each of them in turn, unflinching in my stare. “I know exactly what I want.”
Before I could lose my nerve, I pulled Eva into a kiss—claiming, possessive, leaving no room for doubt. I tasted myself on her tongue, and when I released her, she was breathless and beautiful, her pupils blown wide, a flush spreading down her neck to her chest.
“Kiss him,” I said, nodding toward Cole, my heart thundering in my chest.
Eva’s eyes widened. “Tristan?—”
“I want to see it,” I said, my voice gentle but firm. “I need to see it.”
Uncertainty warred with desire in her expression, but she finally moved toward Cole. He met her halfway, his hand cupping her face as their lips met, vulnerable rather than cruel. My chest cracked open at the sight—raw and perfect.
Cole’s eyes found mine over Eva’s shoulder, bright blue and full of questions. Then he was reaching for me too, pulling me into the kiss. His lips were warm and desperate, tasting like Eva and want and everything I’d been craving since that first night in the locker room.
When we broke apart, all three of us were breathing hard, the air electric with possibility.
“Now him,” I said, gesturing to Alek, my voice steady despite the earthquake thundering beneath my ribs.
Alek’s eyebrows rose slightly, a challenge in his gaze that made my cock stir again. He didn’t protest when Eva crawled toward him on all fours, her movements deliberate and enticing. He wrapped his hand around her throat and nuzzled her neck, gently kissing her cheek rather than her lips.
“Good girl,” I murmured, and Eva’s cheeks flushed crimson at the praise. I stood and gathered Eva’s scattered pajamas, full of unexpected hope. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Cole asked, wariness creeping into his voice.
“Back to our rooms.” I pulled Alek’s hoodie over Eva’s head. She looked adorable bundled up like that, her hair wild and her lips swollen from our kisses.
“We have to catch the bus,” Alek said, but his tone held amusement rather than objection.
“Then we better hurry.” I scooped Eva up in my arms, ignoring her startled laugh. “Coming, Cole?”
Cole stared at me for a long moment, something shifting in his expression. Then he nodded, climbing out of bed and grabbing his clothes.
“See you on the ice, Coach,” I called over my shoulder as I headed for the door, my voice cocky and confident.
Alek’s low laughter followed us out into the hallway. “Indeed, you will.”