Page 73 of Twisted Play

“Who’d you wear the dress for, Eva?” he growled again, cupping my core and sending need rolling through me like lava. My eyes flew to the phone. No. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“Tristan, please don’t,” I gasped as he ground his palm into my pussy. My hips canted toward him. “Someone will see.”

“That’s right,” he snarled. “They’ll see you’re mine.” His possessiveness should have horrified me, but instead, warmth bloomed in my chest, a feeling of security.

“Now let’s take a picture and show Cole what he’s missing.”

“What he’s missing?” I whispered, ashamed, annoyed, and more than a little bit turned on.

“You. Sexy, stunning, gorgeous you, Eva. Don’t you want to make him jealous of me?”

Did I? Fuck yes, I wanted Cole to feel like he was missing out.

I leaned toward Tristan, angling my arms so they pushed my breasts together, feeling sexy as hell, their attention doing more for my self-esteem than anything else they’d done. Tristan snapped the picture of the two of us and sent it to the chat.

Cole

Good girl.

“Fuck you,” Tristan snapped with his thumb on the mic, sending it as a voice message.

Cole didn’t respond.

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TRISTAN

I droppedmy phone into the cupholder, annoyed with myself for revealing my possessive streak and worried I’d stepped over a line with Eva.

When her fingers crept over the center console to tangle with mine, my shoulders dropped with relief.

“That was shitty of me,” I muttered. “That bullshit with Cole and taking the picture. I’m sorry.” No matter what Eva had going on with Cole, I didn’t have the right to treat her like that, even though I wanted to have it, so fucking bad.

She didn’t say anything, just squeezed tighter and sank back into the seat. Her skirt rode up her thighs, and the memory of my hand on her hot pussy a few moments before had my cock hardening in my pants.

We pulled up in front of a storefront that had seen better days, advertising sports equipment. Eva furrowed her brow. “What are we buying?”

“I’m picking up skates.”

Her eyes lit up. “I’m your errand friend today.”

At my confused look, she grinned. “A friend you dragalong on errands because you don’t want to do them by yourself.”

I blinked. That’s exactly what this was. Not that I didn’t have ulterior motives—I wanted to get into Eva’s pants, drag her back to that moment in the library when she’d come on my lap, make her lose that tightly held control. But I also loved how she didn’t give a fuck about my position on the hockey team.

“Yeah, Eva, you’re my errand friend,” I said with a smile as I hopped out of the car. “Nope!” I snapped as she moved to open her door.

She rolled her eyes but dropped back in her seat so I could open her door. She’d left her seatbelt buckled too, the brat, and I slid my hands over the fabric of her dress before I released it with a snap.

Eva curled her hand around my neck, dragging me down so she could brush her lips against mine. “This isn’t a date,” she whispered against my lips.

“Nope. Errands,” I confirmed before teasing at her lips with my tongue. She opened up with a sweet sigh. Fucking luscious. Her tongue slid against mine, and I grabbed her hip so I could turn her in the seat.

She laughed against my lips and adjusted so I stood between her thighs. She pulled back and ran her fingers over my hair before settling them on my shoulders, her expression turning pensive.

“Tristan, I?—”

“Let’s go pick up my skates,” I said, sure I didn’t want to hear whatever she was about to say. “First errand.”