Page 43 of Play The Game

I gulp.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mounty?” Avery hisses, and then I remember that I’m literally just standing here staring at my hot-ass boyfriend’s dick while his sister watches my brain melt out of my ears.

I clear my throat and try to ignore my blush. “I told you I could go by myself. You all insisted on coming. They’ve changed the rules this year and this is what it takes to get in.”

Ash snorts under his breath and tugs me until I’m tucked under one of his arms. I start to sweat because I’m too close to his giant dick. He doesn’t notice. “Like we’d let you traipse around the slums of Mounts Bay in your fucking panties by yourself. How much therapy am I going to need when I see what you’ve put my sister in?”

Avery grabs her phone and then frowns when she realizes she doesn’t have anywhere under the bathrobe to stash it. “I’m not sure we can afford the extent you’ll require. We certainly can’t afford the amount I now need.”

I groan at them both when Blaise comes stumbling into the room in his own pair of white boxer briefs, laughing at Harley who is frowning and tugging at the waistband of his.

Avery mumbles under her breath and stomps over to one of her overnight bags, digging out a beautifully tailored coat. When she slips out of the bathrobe to pull it on, Harley’s frown turns into a snarl. “What. The. Fuck. Mounty?”

I sigh and hold a hand out, the other one keeping my own robe firmly closed. “Look. That is the most modest lingerie I could find her and she’s covered more than when she’s in a bikini! It has to be completely white. I did my fucking best and, once again, I said I’d go alone. At least it has a covered crotch.”

Harley’s eyes snap over to mine and away from the white, vinyl, halter-neck teddy that is showing a whole lot of Avery’s cleavage and molds to her body like a second skin. There’s a little chain holding the two strips of vinyl in place over her tits and it’s looking a little strained. Every single male Mounty at the party may die tonight if that chain breaks.

“And what the fuck are you wearing to this shit-show?” Harley snaps, and I glare at him as I wrap the robe around myself even tighter.

“I’m not showing you until we get there. I’d rather enjoy the drive in peace and quiet.”

He rolls his eyes at me and bends at the waist to shove his phone in his boot. Fuck me, that ass of his is bitable.

As a grumbling Ash helps Avery into her coat, his eyes fixed sullenly on the floor, Blaise pointedly keeps his own eyes on me and firmly away from her. He smirks and crowds me into the wall until his chest is pinning me, and I can’t breathe with him o close. “Give me a peek, little Star. I won’t tell the grumpy dicks.”

Oh, the cheeky asshole is aiming for a punch to the kidneys. I scowl at him even as I hold the robe out for him to peer down.

The look in his eyes turns me into a freaking puddle.

He bites his lip and leans down to kiss me fucking senseless.

“Get off of her in my presence, Morrison! I know what she’s just shown you and if you’re now sporting a boner, I’ll cut it the fuck off!”

We break apart and Blaise smirks at me as I blush. He helps me into one of Avery’s coats while shielding my outfit from the others and then walks me down to his car. I sit in the back between Ash and Harley, keeping my eyes on the windshield so I don’t ruin my lingerie. Well, any more than Blaise’s kiss has already.

We take the Maserati and I direct Blaise to the giant boat-shed at the Docks where the Twelve park their cars. The security guard at the fence looks in and dips his head in respect when he sees me. Avery giggles about it, and Harley mutters, “I told you guys, it’s fucking weird.”

We park between a Rolls Royce I’d guess is the Lynx’s, and a Bentley that has to belong to the Crow. The guys eye them appreciatively as they all get out of the car. I give myself a minute to slow my heart rate and shake my nerves.

Harley leans against the open car door to wait for me, debating with the others about which car is nicer. I take advantage of their distraction and slide carefully out. With a deep breath, I take the coat off and drop it on the back seat. I push Harley gently out of the way with a palm on his back to shut the car door, and he turns to me to get an eyeful of the lingerie. His jaw drops, stunned, and then he’s cursing viciously.

“Not a fan?” I gripe as he turns away from me.

“I’m walking around the fucking docks in the slums of the Bay, in nothing but boxers, and now I can’t even enjoy seeing you in whatever the hell you call that because Avery will actually fucking castrate me if she sees how much of a fan I am.”

Oh.

Right.

“Fuck,” croaks Ash from behind us, and I startle out of the daze Harley’s words have put me in. Avery is smirking evilly with her hands on her hips, coat off and her phone in her hand. Ash’s face settles into his cold mask as he takes a step backward. “No. No, Avery, go on ahead,” he snaps, and Avery groans like she’s being murdered.

Blaise roars with laughter, completely at ease with the whole situation. “Good, isn’t it? Aves, I don’t mind you seeing what the Mounty does to my dick; we can walk together.”

“Fuck. Off,” she hisses at him, and grabs my arm. “You three can walk behind us until you learn to curb your fucking hormones. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

I smirk at them and turn to walk with Avery, flashing them the back of the teddy. I hear groans and give my ass a little wiggle for good measure.

“This way, Aves, remember to let me do the talking.”