Page 126 of Twisted Play

Me

Bathroom.

Tristan

Send the fucking picture.

Please.

The please at the end undid me. Carefully, I lowered my leggings and the scrap of lace Tristan’d handed me with a grin, telling me he couldn’t wait to see these soaked later.

I stood with my back to the stall door, wanting a shotthat at least pretended to be artistic. rather than showing the toilet. Was that sexy? Would they care?

Ugh, this was so fucking awkward. I wished I’d paid attention to a single social media post advertising how to take sexy photos. I felt like an idiot.

Me

I don’t want to.

Tristan

Why not?

I paused before hitting send, wondering if it was a mistake to share this vulnerability with my tormentors.

Me

I feel stupid.

My phone rang. Cole.

“Sparrow,” he rumbled, his voice deep and raspy through the phone. Something crashed in the background—the locker room, I realized. He’d called me from the locker room during the intermission. “Why do you feel stupid?”

Because I’d never done this before. Because my thighs were too thick and my stomach wasn’t flat, and I had no idea how to make this sexy. Because they were gods of hockey, on their way to winning their first game of the season, and I was frumpy, chubby Eva Jackson.

“I don’t know,” I whispered instead.

Cole hummed into the phone, the sound going straight to my core. “I scored during the first period. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

“A reward?” I whispered, his husky voice enthralling me.

“All I want,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “isto see your pussy soaked and waiting for me, framed by thick, luscious thighs I can’t stop thinking about wrapping around my face. Would you do that for me, sweet sparrow?”

I blinked rapidly, the reframing of the request from a humiliating command to a fervent wish catching me off guard, imagining myself through his eyes, like my soft curves were a feature, not a flaw.

“That pretty pink pussy, swollen with need, your clit peeking out and begging you to play with it. But you’re such a good girl, you’re not going to touch it, are you? You’re going to wait until after the game and save that pussy for me, aren’t you?”

My core clenched as he spoke, and my hips rocked unconsciously. I wanted him to see me and be turned on. I exhaled sharply.

“Please,” I breathed, not sure what I was asking for.

“That’s my good girl,” Cole crooned. “Now, reach down with the phone and snap a picture.”

I spread my legs and did as he asked. Fuck, I was absolutely drenched. The purple tail of the vibrator was nestled in my folds, teasing my clit but never giving me the satisfaction I needed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath for courage then hit send, ignoring how my heart pounded with fear.

“Oh, fuck,” Cole breathed across the line. “Such a filthy fucking slut. Look at you, absolutely soaked for us, gorgeous and wet, just waiting for us to fuck you into oblivion after the game.”

His words spread over me like warm honey, sticky and sweet.