The Peer and the Puppet (When Rivals Play, #1) (79)

“I’d like to remind you that I have a mean right hook.”

“You threatening me, baby?” I made a mental note to make her come extra hard.

“You better fucking believe it.”

I tugged her hips hard, making her fall flat on her back. My tongue flicked her clit, shutting her up.

“Oh, God,” she shrieked when I did it again. “What was I thinking? This is bad. We’re bad.”

I ignored her guilt trip and kept right on eating. Sliding a finger inside her, I groaned at how tightly she gripped me and palmed my dick with my free hand. I didn’t want to come in my pants like I was thirteen.

I couldn’t get enough of this girl.

I knew she was close to coming when her grip tightened in my hair, and her body jerked.

Fuck yeah.

Her hips lifted from the bed when I got my tongue inside her, so I gripped her thighs to hold her down as she rode the wave. Beyond her cries, I heard the faint sound of footsteps in the hall and then her bedroom door opening.

“Yo, Four! I have the dog fo—”

It was too late to pretend that nothing was happening. I glanced over my shoulder and found Jamie standing in the open doorway. His shock was evident as he stared at me kneeling between Four’s thighs.

“Get out!” I barked.

He came to his senses and jerked the door closed but not before I caught the sly grin on his face.

“Oh, God,” Four panted. “He saw, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he fucking saw.” I stood and crossed the room to lock the door—something I should have done to begin with. When I faced her again, I found one of her pillows shoved between her legs.

“Well, what do we do?”

“Why would we do anything?”

“No one can know we did…things.”

I laughed. “So, what do you suggest I do? Kill my cousin?”

“Of course not.” I was still laughing thanks to the look on her face. “This isn’t funny.” I laughed harder. “This is all your fault.”

“Making you come as hard as you did? Yeah, I’ll take the credit for that.”

“You have zero modesty.”

“Noted.” She looked around the room refusing to meet my gaze. “Something on your mind?”

“I need to get dressed.” When she finally looked at me, there was a determination in her eyes. “Can you please leave?”





“LEAVE?” HE ECHOED AS HE lifted his sweater.

My heart raced faster with each inch of skin he unveiled. His muscled abs and chest was truly a sight to behold. I was almost sure the pillow nestled between my thighs was soaked.

“We’re finished here.”

“I don’t think so.” His eyes were low and his gaze serene as if he were the one who came hard enough to see stars. “We’re just getting started.”

“You promised no sex.”

“We’re not having sex.” Ignoring my discarded panties, he scooped my shorts from the floor and tossed them to me.

I quickly pulled them on while he dropped onto my bed. My shorts barely cleared my hips when he pulled me down onto his chest.

“Then what is this? What are we doing?”

“We’re finding out why this feels right…and then we’ll have sex.”

“You’re so sure.”

“I can still taste you, princess. I’m sure.”

I dropped my head on his chest to hide my blush. “Don’t blame me when you’re disappointed,” I mumbled.

He chuckled and palmed my ass. “Deal.” The silence that followed lasted so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

I lifted my head to look into his eyes, but there was no trace of humor. “You’re serious, aren’t you? We’re really going to have pillow talk?”

His eyebrows lifted. “We could do other things.”

“Talking’s good,” I quickly answered. I laid my head back on his chest and felt it vibrate beneath me as he chuckled. “I collect helmets, usually the rare and expensive kind.”

“How many do you have?”

“Twelve and counting.”

“And what makes them rare?”

“Nothing. I just fall in love with the unusual and pay more money than they’re worth.”

“Why not just have them made?”

I purred and stretched as he stroked the base of my spine.

“I’m not that creative. Besides, some that I’ve bid on were signed or owned by pros.”

“I’m assuming you keep them hidden in the boxes you never bothered to unpack?”

I groaned at the reminder of my weekend task. Not only was I was growing sick of living out of my suitcase but it also didn’t seem as if Rosalyn and Thomas were breaking it off anytime soon. They’ve now been dating for two years, so at this point, I was just living in denial. “I’m unpacking this weekend, but I don’t mind showing them off now.”

His hand paused on my lower back. “Is this a trick to get me to help you unpack?”

“Nonsense. I wouldn’t want you to break a nail.”

I squealed when he rolled on top of me and settled between my legs. We were bold to carry on this way with Rosalyn and Thomas in the house, but I couldn’t bring myself to care when he took my hand and laid it over his erection. “So there’s no confusion.”