Page 113 of Brutal Collateral

Shane waves over the Greeks and when Ares gets close, he pulls me in. “What is Ava doing here?”

I glare at him. “She wanted to play.”

“With six men?” he grinds out but gives her a wave, like he’s a little afraid of her, too. “And you let her leave the house like that?”

I see the joy in pissing off someone who’s so easily rattled. Ares is ready to explode, so I keep my cool.

“Besides me, you, and your psycho brothers, who cares what she’s wearing?” I push him aside to go to her.

Getting closer, I notice she’s going through a shopping bag leaning over the bench.

“You could have waited for me?” I pull her aside, and I swear I smell both our cum juices from the bathroom playdate.

She didn’t take a shower, and this earthiness is getting to me. “I saw you didn’t have a cooler packed. I was making myself useful.”

Make yourself more useful and get on your knees to suck my cock.

God, I have to stop.

Inside the paper shopping bag are two six-packs of energy drinks, cut-up fruit, and pretzels.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this because you’re a woman. We just don’t cater our stupid game.”

“Why is it stupid?”

“Because we just come out here to blow off steam.” I shrug.

She smirks. “Isn’t that what all the women you’ve been fucking is for?”

I grip her chin. “How many men have you fucked, Chewie?”

“Chewie? As in Chewbacca?” A laugh breaks from her chest, her full fuckable lips spread wide. “Still like meau naturel?”

“I fucking love it.”

Being a brat, she takes out the phone Shane gave her a few weeks ago. “Let’s see if I can get a package of razors delivered to the house before we get home.”

I grab her arm, my chest bumping into hers. Feeling those tits against my pecs, I growl, “No bra? Do youwantto get hurt?”

“I was going for distracting.” She jiggles them.

“You wanted to distract my brothers?” My voice cracks. “What about your brothers?”

Her shoulders slump as she covers herself. “Yeah, I didn’t know they’d be here.”

Smiling, I lift my dark blue sweatshirt over my head and shove it over hers.

“Thanks, I was a little chilly.”

“I could tell.”

“You, too.” She pinches one of my nipples straining through the black, ribbed tank top.

“Are you two discussing your first dance?” Connor saunters over. “We only have the field for two hours.”

“Right.” I pin her next to me. “Ava’s playing.”

“Nice.” Connor flashes her a flirty grin.

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