Page 50 of Retaliation
“Your ass is fucking edible, diabla.”
I pulled the tank top over my head. I tied it in a knot, leaving my stomach bare. I picked the boxers up next and stepped into them, bending slightly and smiling as Levi groaned. I turned in time to see his free hand adjust his semi.
I smirked, pulling the sweatpants up next and finally the hoodie, which I left mostly unzipped to display hints of skin. I walked toward Levi with a coy smile. I took my glass from him and leaned in close. “Close your mouth, dog.”
I stepped back and headed for the door. Levi moved faster than I expected, slamming it shut and caging me in his arms. I stared up at him, seeing the danger lurking within. Levi was all smiles, but I knew there was more, something dark and needy inside him. His darkness called out to mine, and I was tempted to let them play.
“There’s a devil lurking behind those midnight-blue eyes, Levi,” I whispered. “Will I get to meet him?”
Levi’s eyes sparked with mischief, and I licked my lips. His hand snapped out and caught my bottom lip, tugging it toward him. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. His rough hand freed my lip and jerked my head to the side. He brought his head down and growled as his tongue licked up my neck, flicking my ear. I shivered, releasing a breath.
“You don’t want to meet my demon, babe. He’ll burn you up from the inside out.”
His low voice vibrated against my skin, and a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I felt him grin against my neck.
“I’m not afraid of a little heat,” I whispered, turning my head back to meet his gaze.
Levi stepped back with a wink. “We’ll see, diabla. Let’s go play some pool.”
I took a sip of my drink as I followed Levi out of his room. Ty’s eyes stalked my movements like a panther preparing to pounce. My cheeks were flushed, and I went to the bar to fix a second drink to give me a chance to chill out. That was a little too intense. Tibby said distract the bad guys, not fuck them. Damn you, horny pussy. I finished prepping my second drink and topped off Levi’s. I noted Ty’s was still full. Or he’d refilled it while we were in the bedroom.
“So,” I started, looking at Ty. “What are the rules?”
“We don’t have to call shots, but if you take a shot and you miss, you lose a piece of clothing.” Ty glanced down with a smirk. “I see you stocked up on layers.”
I shrugged. “Can’t make it that easy on you assholes. Besides, Levi tells me you’re a skilled player.”
Ty took a step toward me, his massive frame casting me in shadow, and I stared up at him. “It’s true. You’ll be stripping for me soon, pet.”
“Sure, sure. And what does the winner of the game get?” Both men glanced at each other, smirking, and I rolled my eyes. “Horny fucking assholes.”
Levi grinned. “I got a little preview and I am eager for more. Can you blame me?”
I flipped him off. “If I win, you have to take me to the club tonight.”
“And if we win?” Ty’s deep voice settled in my bones like a cool breeze.
“A kiss,” Levi answered before I could.
I considered it, then nodded. “Fine. A kiss.”
The bastards grinned like this was the easiest win for them, but they’d be in for a surprise.
Ty racked the balls into the triangle, organizing the solids and stripes accordingly. He turned to me. “You want to try and break, babygirl?”
I smiled sweetly. “Sure. I’ll try.”
I set my martini glass on a side table and grabbed a pool stick. I chalked the end, then circled the table, lining up the cue ball. I leaned onto the table and lined up my shot. I snapped the stick out and the balls flew across the table. Two went in, a solid and a stripe. Not that it mattered, we weren’t playing for that.
“Lucky break, I guess.” I turned to the scowling men. “So do I get to make you strip when I get them in too?”
Levi shrugged with a laugh and kicked off his shoes. “Sounds good to me. Let’s all get naked.”
Ty growled at him but proceeded to take his shoes off as well. I grinned, then turned back to the table. The green was in a perfect position, so I leaned in and gently knocked it into the corner pocket, setting myself up for the yellow stripe in the opposite corner.
“Ty, socks,” I commanded him, lining up my next shot. I hit the cue, and it knocked into the stripe perfectly. “Levi, your turn.”
Levi grinned, even as his eyes darkened. He slapped Ty on the shoulder. “I think we’re being hustled, brother.”
