Page 61 of Cruel Games

Right then, I didn’t know whether my heart would sink or soar.

Jim was a creepy asshole who would probably cling to me all night even after I’d bought him two drinks to soothe his dented ego. But Orlando and Maxwell’s grudge ran deep. They probably came to the rescue because they wanted to shaft me themselves.

Jim released my wrist and raised both palms. “Sorry, guys. I didn’t know she was taken.” His gaze dropped to Maxwell’s hand, which slipped between the laces of my catsuit to caress the skin on my belly. Jim licked his lips, clearly wishing he was the one manhandling me. “I’ll be off, now.”

“Don’t come back,” said Orlando.

The bleached-blond ‘photographer’ spun on his heel and disappeared into the dance floor, leaving me alone with Orlando and Maxwell, the boys I had handcuffed naked to a bed and gotten suspended for nearly a month.

Orlando stepped in front of me and grinned. He wore leather pants, boots, and nothing else.

My gaze lingered over his bare torso of tight muscles encased in golden skin, and I couldn’t help making an appreciative smile.

His tongue ran along his lips the same way a big bad wolf did in the cartoons when he caught his prey.

Maxwell’s lips grazed my neck, sending hot desire rippling between my legs. My traitorous nipples tightened and protruded out of my catsuit.

Orlando circled it with the tip of his finger, and the muscles of my core clenched.

Fucking great. Suddenly I felt like a sausage that had fallen from the grill to the hot coals.

Chapter 22

“Lilah,” Maxwell purred into my ear, his deep drawl making goosebumps skitter across my skin. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Orlando rolled my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and I let out a deep, shuddering breath.

He chuckled. “Very naughty.”

All around us, people bustled to and from the bar, stepping down from the crowded dance floor. In a club like Wank, two guys giving a girl up-close-and-personal attention was no cause for alarm unless she appeared distressed.

I gulped. Right now, the only thing under distress was the pulse pounding between my legs.

It had been weeks since I’d kissed a guy. Months since I’d climaxed under someone else’s touch. These two vengeful and wickedly handsome assholes were looking to be my downfall, and my libido was desperate to stamp out my survival instincts and common sense.

Orlando kneaded my breasts, his hazel eyes boring into mine and daring me to tell him to bugger off. I tried slapping at Orlando’s hands, but it was like swatting at a lion playing with its food.

Meanwhile, Maxwell’s fingers continued to caress my belly, and the part of me that was desperate for a shag wanted to tell him to stop teasing me, slip those fingers lower, and put them to use.

“Umm…” My mind scrambled for something to say. Hands off wasn’t quite reprimanding enough for their trespassing fingers. “Thanks for pretending to be my boyfriends, but he’s gone now.”

Maxwell nuzzled my neck just the way I liked it. I had to bite down hard on my lip to suppress a moan. He said into my ear, “Is that the way you thank us for rescuing you from that creep?”

I wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged at his immovable arm. “Thanks for saving me, but he’s gone. You can release me now.”

His arms tightened around my waist, and the fingers on my flesh made slow, sensual circles. “The three of us have unfinished business.”

A whimper resounded in the back of my throat. This was so unfair. Why did the gorgeous assholes have to display their delectable bodies? My hand twitched to Orlando’s pecs so that I could give him a hard shove, but all I could manage was a hard grope. He had the nerve to grin in my face.

“Look.” My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I tried to block out the feel of their hands over my erogenous zones. “Sorry for everything that happened.”

Orlando cupped his hand behind his ear. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry for getting you suspended. No one told me someone would monitor the school network.”

“You did more than get us into trouble with the headmaster,” Maxwell snarled. “Our parents thought we had turned gay.”

I glanced around at the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Over half of them were same-sex couples. “Nothing wrong with that.”