The hands have been played, and we watched Patrick down drink after drink. The goal was always to take him for a ride and get him riled up. Taking his fucking fiancée was never part of the plan though. But the second his dumb ass mouth opened and said those words, I already knew she was ours.
“Fuck it. My girl’s in the pot.”
He was a shitbag of a man before he uttered those words. But he was less than a man at all the minute he did. Wanting her is bad. Taking her is worse when it’s tied that close to Terry Morrow. But she stopped being another man’s girl the second he put her up for a poker game.
She became ours.
Considering what we’re here for with this business with Terry, this could destroy everything. But I want her. We both do. Clay and I? Well, we aren’t the type of men who deliberate and hem and haw about what we want. When we see it, we know it, and there’s no stopping us once it’s in our sights. And right now, Phoebe’s the only damn thing in the world either of us wants.
Like I said, I knew it the second she walked in. But looking at her now as Patrick slinks from the room, I know it’s more true than even I anticipated.
She played it fierce before, yelling at her fiancé when he used her in a poker game. Or glaring at him when he inevitably lost to us. But I saw something else in those big green eyes when she realized what was happening here. I saw that look teasing at the shadows of her face when she realized she was ours.
Hunger.
That’s what I saw. Nervousness, sure. Maybe a little fear. But mostly? Well, mostly, all I see is heat on that pretty face. And that look just might be my undoing, come what may with the consequences.
Clay slides the lock to the door, and I watch as her face flushes. I see that little tremble teasing through her body. I see her nipples, poking hard through the thin little green dress.
…I see the excitement hiding behind those green eyes, and fuck if my cock gets even harder somehow.
She’s going to be ours, and there’s no stopping any of this. I know it, Clay knows it, and I can see it written in forbidden excitement all over her gorgeous face.
We’re going to take her. Right here, right now, consequences be damned. I knew it the second we started playing. And now?
Well, now I’m going to seal that deal.
There’s no thinking about the consequence. No worrying about what happens once I cross this line. Not giving a single shit about the repercussions. Her body trembles under my touch, her big green eyes look up into mine, and when I watch those pillow-soft, pouty pink lips of hers part ever so slightly, the last of my resolve crumbles.
I kiss her. Hard.
My lips crush to hers with a bruising force, taking her breath away as she gasps. I kiss her possessively and fiercely, and when I suddenly feel her resistance melt, and hear the soft sound of a moan into my lips, I know.
I know how ours she is.
My hand tightens on her hip, the other cupping her jaw dominantly—pulling her to me and keeping her lips sealed to mine and tasting those soft moans. Her body slowly undulates against me, and I groan at the feel of that heat between her thighs grinding against the thick bulge in my pants.
Goddamn is she nice and wet. Her little pussy is so fucking wet that I swear I can smell her sweet honey from here. Like a teasing little scent of heaven that I can’t wait to bury my tongue in.
Slowly, I pull away.
Her eyes blaze with green fire, and we both stand there panting, staring into each other. Her gaze is shock and heat. Mine is hunger for more.
“Now him.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and I watch that soft bottom lip of hers catch between her teeth.
“What?” she breathes.
“Kiss him,” I growl, nodding past her to Clay. She gasps again, turning slowly in my arms and looking up into my best friend’s brooding face—his jaw clenched tight and fire blazing across his hooded eyes from having just watched me kiss her.
I move against her back, pressing my cock into the crack of her ass through her slinky little green party dress. My hands slide over her hips, keeping her tight against me as I push her into Clay’s arms.
“Don’t leave him out, sweetheart,” I purr into her ear. She gasps quietly, and I feel her tremble against me as Clay moves in. He cups her jaw, titling her mouth up as he brings his lips to hers. And when I feel the moan murmur through her as my friend claims her mouth, I know this is happening. Now. Whatever the consequences.