The Peer and the Puppet (When Rivals Play, #1) (120)

“For fuck’s sake, Four, what is the matter with you?”

The familiar voice penetrated my fear, and I realized it was Jamie staring down at me like I was possessed. I was so relieved I jumped into his arms and threw my own around his neck. There was no way in hell I was letting go.

“What happened?”

“Some creep in a rubber suit was chasing me.”

He exhaled as if relieved. “It was probably just one of those assholes.”

I laid my head against his chest and nodded even though I was still shaken up. It had felt so real.

“Why did you run off like that, anyway?” he scolded.

“Ever pissed me off.”

“You gotta stop letting him under your skin, lass.”

As if it were that easy. “You’re one to talk.”

His strong chest vibrated when he grunted his agreement.

“Do you know how to get out of here?”

“Not really.”

I lifted my head to see if he was joking. He wasn’t. “Damn it, Jamie!”

“Calm down, girl. This isn’t the Bermuda triangle. We’ll find the exit eventually.” His eyes passed over me approvingly. “You look good in my shit.”

I rolled my eyes heavenward. “Let’s go.”

“We will, but first, I’d like to give Ever a taste of his own medicine.”

I was too startled by his hands suddenly cupping my ass to ask what he’d meant.

“Jamie?”

Soft lips pressed against mine, and I had to admit—he was very good. Maybe that’s why, when he sought access, my lips parted just a teeny bit. His tongue had no more than swept inside when he was yanked away, and a furious Ever stood in his place. He was now dressed in light gray joggers and white long-sleeve he’d no doubt pillaged from Jamie.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I was the one pinned under his black look even though Jamie kissed me. I would have eventually pushed him away, but a part of me had relished the thought of hurting Ever. Needless to say, I was now regretting the impulse.

I looked to Jamie for assistance and found him nowhere in sight. I let out a dry chuckle when I realized he had used me once again to fuck with his cousin. I turned in the direction Jamie had come but didn’t get far when I felt Ever’s arms wrap around me from behind.

“I asked you a question,” he hummed in my ear.

“And I declined to answer. Now let me go.”

Of course, he didn’t listen and manhandled me into facing him, instead.

“Why did you kiss him?” He looked physically in pain like I’d gutted him with a knife rather than kissed his cousin.

“He kissed me.”

“You kissed him back.”

I snorted. “Barely.”

“I fucked up, so I’m trying to be patient, but you’re pushing it.”

“How chivalrous, but I told you I would be done if you walked away. You’re just surprised I meant it.”

“There’s no such thing as done.” His hand slid to my neck and held me in place while the other pulled down the zipper. “We’re in too deep.”

Our teeth clashed when our lips met, but neither of us cared. As long as I lived, I would never forget the feeling of having him this close. I heard the tape wrapped around my body tear, and then the cold air touched my skin. He spun me around until my back was to him and then folded me in half with a hand on my nape. Feeling his cock lined up at my entrance I pushed my hips back.

“Oh, and in case you’re getting ideas about Jamie…” He shoved hard until he was fully inside of me. “Don’t.”

My breath caught as pleasure heightened. He was deep and getting deeper by the second. The screams, laughter, and pounding footsteps kept me on edge, but I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline at the knowledge that, at any moment, we might be caught.

“Someone might see,” I whimpered.

That only got me a slap on the ass and pounded even harder. His other hand curled around my hip to toy with my clit.

Yes. It wasn’t long before I was coming long and hard.

“Come here,” he growled when I grew limp in his arms.

I let him pull me onto my knees where he held me by my throat. I had no clue what he intended until his warm release was already coating my lips. When he finished, he tucked himself inside his sweats before crouching down to meet my shocked gaze. “Remember my cum on your lips the next time you think about kissing your next rebound.”

Shame coursed through my body, but I refused to let him win. Holding his stare, I licked him from my lips, surprised to find he tasted a little salty but sweet too.

Chuckling, he kissed my lips and stood before offering a hand. I let him pull me up, and the moment I was on my feet, I reared back and punched him. Now he’d have a black eye to go with that split lip. He was glowering when the shock cleared, but then he was kissing me, and it felt even better than blacking his eye.

“I don’t like you kissing other boys,” he confessed between kisses.

“Well, that’s all you had to say,” I snapped.

He kissed me again, but this time, it was soft and lingering, allowing me to toy with his tongue ring.

“You making some sort of fashion statement with that thing?”