Page 12 of Grave Devil
Mia winks and banks the four into a side pocket without looking. “Is he now?”
Aries hollers out in surprise, “No fucking way.”
I snort-laugh. “Nowmy jaw is on the floor.”
She shrugs while grinning from ear to ear. “Aries, my love, kindly take your pants off.”
MIA
The look on Aries’s face is priceless. He’s beet red, unsure if he wants to be pissed or impressed that the hustler is being hustled.
He tosses his pants to the floor next to his Italian leather shoes. “Let me guess. Bones?”
I nod and giggle.You’re not the only one I have secrets with. “Yup. So many late nights at the garage… He’s been teaching meallhis tricks.”
The bulge in his stark-white briefs springs. He licks his lips as he chalks the tip of his cue stick. “And to think I was going to go easy on you. Tsk, tsk, little lamb. No mercy now.”
Draven cracks open a bottle of Blackwell gin, makes us each a dirty martini, and then leans back against the wall to watch the show.
The poison Aries slipped me earlier is working its way through my veins like a steam train building up momentum the longer it chugs down the track. A warm glow stretches from my fingertips to my toes, quelling my anxiety and uneasiness.
I can’t wipe the lopsided grin off my face when Aries misses his next shot and banks the cue ball instead of the nine. “You’re losing your touch, Thorn.”
Draven nearly blows gin out his nose. “Are you flustered, Ries? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Watch it, Dray. My mood is quickly souring.” His nostrils flare as he stalks around the pool table, glaring at it like it just punched him in the face. The buttons of his crisp white linen shirt go flying when he rips it open. He tosses it into the hearth, letting it burn, as if it didn’t cost him more than the average person’s monthly car payment.
I strut around the table in just a black lace camisole and matching panties. Once I retrieve the cue ball from the corner pocket, I set it down where I want it and take my shot. But when I pull the stick back, it throws me off balance. I stumble for a second before righting myself. But it’s too late. I miss the shot. Fuck.
Aries howls with satisfaction. He charges toward me, backing me up against the edge of the table. “My turn.” He fingers the thin spaghetti straps of my camisole. “Off. Now.”
I swallow hard, turned on by his aggression. The look in his eyes is ferocious. “Rules are rules,” I rasp.
A low growl rumbles from Draven’s chest as he watches me pull the camisole over my head and toss it to the floor. My nipples are taut, reddened like the flush that sweeps across my neck and chest.
Aries lets out a satisfied breath. He wedges his cue stick between my breasts and presses the length of it against me. “For good luck.” He twists the cube of chalk around the tip of the stick, sending particles of the green powdery substance across my skin like dust.
I back up and let him take his turn without interference. “It’s not over yet,” I taunt.
He snickers and sinks the next three balls without breaking a sweat, each time winking at me before taking the shot.
Draven presses into me from behind. He snakes one arm around my waist and another around my neck. “One more ball left, little lamb. Then you are at the mercy of both of us.”
A fluttering stirs between my thighs. Fucking hell. They aren’t going to hold back. They never do…
Aries flashes me a wicked grin. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll give you a free one.” He pulls his white briefs down and off.
My mouth waters at the sight of his swollen cock.
Draven purrs into my ear as his grip around my waist tightens, “Fuck… hurry up and beat her, Ries.”
And without wasting another second, he does exactly that. My stomach flips the second the eight ball drops into the right corner pocket. The clanking sound mimics the quick snap of my heartbeat.
“To the victor, go the spoils,” Draven proclaims. He joins Aries against the pool table. Side by side, they look more dangerous than ever.
“Off,” Aries commands.
“Yes, sir.” I push my panties slowly down my legs and over the pointy heels of my boots. I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to hide my sweat and arousal. He loves when I play hard to get.
