Page 10 of Sinful Storms

Tyrell glanced over my shoulder at Tristan. “So you say. I think I’d like to decide for myself.”

I felt Tristan’s body press against mine for the briefest second, his mouth going to my ear yet again. “Think of me when he tries and fails to satisfy you.” Raising his voice, he said, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, man. See ya later.”

When he’d disappeared into the crowds, Tyrell pulled me closer again. “What do you say we get out of here?”

No, because that would defeat the purpose of this exercise, which was to piss Tristan off. Okay, that wasn’t strictly true. The main idea was for us both to have a good time, but irritating the man I couldn’t stand was the icing on the cake.

“How about we find a nice dark corner around here instead,” I purred, running my hand down his arm.

“I like your thinking.”

We made a circuit of the crypts. I’d calculated that Tristan was either on the sofas with the other gods and girls draped all over him as he smoked or on the hunt for whoever he planned to dick down tonight. It was too early for him to be already doing the deed, so he had to be here somewhere.

There.

The sofas came into view, and it was as I expected. He was sprawled across one, with Knox, Roman, and their girlfriends on the other. His legs were splayed wide, a joint dangled from his fingertips, and his latest victim, aka Harriet, was perched on one of his thighs. I noticed Freya next to them with a couple of guys from the rugby team, taking turns to inhale from a suspiciously phallic-looking bong.

When my gaze slid back to Tristan, I found him looking in my direction with his brows pulled together. I wiggled my fingers in an approximation of a wave, and he scowled at me. Harriet followed suit—for a couple of seconds until she realised that I was no competition.

Nor did I want to be.Everyone knew that Tristan and I tolerated each other at best, and that was in short stretches.

Wait. It wasn’t me she was frowning at. It was Tyrell, standing with his arm wrapped around my waist. Hmm. Now I thought about it, it hadn’t been that long since the two of them had split up.

I watched as Tristan took a long drag of the joint before grasping Harriet’s chin and turning her head to him so they could shotgun. Unwillingly, my mind flashed back to the tower, when he’d sealed his lips over mine…

Asshole.

Rubbing at my mouth as if it would take the remembered taste of him away, I turned to my partner in crime for the night. Rising up onto my toes, I placed my mouth to his ear. “How do you feel about sexual acts with an audience? A particular audience?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know why you wanna make Tristan jealous, but I’m in. I think we have the same goal, don’t we?” Sidling around my body, he pressed up against my back, and I could feel the bulge of his hardening dick. I guess the thought of a bit of exhibitionism turned him on, too.

“I don’t want to make anyone jealous. I just want to have a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, okay.” He laughed. “Whatever you say. Either way, it’s mutually beneficial. Come on, back this way. If I know my ex, not even one of the gods has the power to keep her away. Every time I show interest in another girl, she’s all over me.”

That sounded messy. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have let myself get in the middle of it, but he was right. We did have the same goal. Sort of. So I let him back us into a dark corner, where we had a partial view of Tristan and Harriet, but we weren’t too exposed.

“Watch,” Tyrell murmured, shifting down against the wall so he could grind his erection into my ass as he trailed his nose down the side of my throat. His hand slid down my side, stopping when he reached my hip. “How do you wanna play this? I’ll go as far as you want.”

“Fingers.” I was already wet, and it wasn’t because of the guy behind me. “I’ll repay the favour afterwards.”

“Deal.” He grasped my hips, manoeuvring me so one thick thigh was pressed between my legs. Now I could lean back on him, and he could easily reach between my legs and— “I knew it. Here they come.”

My gaze snapped up to see Tristan and Harriet heading straight for us. Tristan’s expression was impossible to read, but Harriet’s was cycling through lust, jealousy, and curiosity. Much like mine probably was, minus the jealousy, because as we’d already established, I didn’t want Tristan. Harriet, though…if I wasn’t straight, I so would. She was fucking stunning. No wonder Tristan was interested in her.

Shaking off that thought, I let my eyes fall closed, my head falling back onto Tyrell’s shoulder as he teased at the hem of my short black dress, his fingertips dancing across my thigh. One finger slid beneath the hem?—

“Seems like we both have the same idea.”

My eyes flew open to see Tristan staring at Tyrell, his jaw set and his gaze hard.

“Yeah. I’d say so,” Tyrell replied, humour in his voice, and I bit back a smile.

Tristan gave a pointed glance around us. “It’s a shame my girl’s not into exhibitionism with such a big audience.”

“Too bad,” I said.

“Yourgirl?” Tyrell bit out at the same time.

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