Page 118 of Force Play
“Every fucking day, Spitfire,” I chuckle. “Now get dressed. Our friends are waiting for us.”
Lucia picked her outfit to fuck with me.
I just know it.
I’m here in a gray T-shirt and black jeans, while she’s over there in a tight black shirt that puts her tits and toned stomach on display, and wearing the tiniest pair of cutoff denim shorts I’ve seen.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she wraps her cherry-red lips around her beer bottle before winking at me.
She knows I’m imagining those same cherry-red lips wrapped around my cock.
It’s far too fucking easy for her to completely take over my mind.
Lucia Torres is all I can think about right now.
Cole pulls me out of my trance. “How does it feel to be the last of us to turn thirty?”
“Your wife and sister, as well as Liv, are all younger than me.”
He shrugs. “You’re the youngest of ushere.”
“It doesn’t honestly feel much different,” I reply. “It’s just more ammunition for Tom Morgan to keep coming at me about.”
“At least you ignored his call earlier,” Lucia adds. “He can’t give you shit today.”
Cole practically spits out his beer. “Youignoredhis call?!”
“It’s not a big deal,” I say dismissively, even though it is, in fact, a big deal.
“Kinda seems like it is, though,” Lane chimes. “From what you’ve told us before, you never ignore his calls.”
“I just… didn’t want to deal with him today,” I admit. “Life has been good lately, and I don’t want him to fuck that up.”
Josh smirks. “Why has life been good, hm?”
I roll my eyes because it’s obvious what he’s insinuating. Lucia beats me to the answer, though.
“His career is going well, and he’s getting great sex regularly. Of course, life is good.”
I throw my head back and laugh. She has no shame, and it’s such a fucking turn-on.
I rest my hands on my thighs, and that’s when I feel the item I forgot about.
After getting lost in all of our conversations, I somehow forgot I was supposed to be edging Lucia.
Right now is the perfect time to start.
I reach into my pocket and turn the vibrator on, and she immediately startles next to me. I have to fight my smirk.
“You alright, Lucia?” Knox asks, taking note of the tension in her face.
“Yep!” she replies, voice high and strained. “Doing great.”
If she’s doing great, that means I’m not teasing her enough.
Lucia sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as I increase the speed.
“You sure you’re good, Luc?” Lane looks at her with concern.
