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Hailey's Game Excerpt
“Cole.”
“Just as wet as I knew you’d be,” Cole growled before splitting her legs wide with one single thigh. Hailey gave a strangled shriek as he dragged her up the stretch of bulged muscle, making her hips grind down and capture those wicked fingers in the creaming folds of her cunt.
“That’s my pussy you’re pawing, and you didn’t ask permission.” Kyle’s snarl broke the sensual snare Cole had wrapped her in.
Just like that Cole dropped her back down onto her wobbling legs. With the speed of a predator Hailey often likened him to, he turned to confront the man who cast their forbidden world back into the cold light of reality just by clicking on a lamp.
Kyle squared off against Cole as she slid down, down, until her ass plunked onto the floor as her legs refused to perform any useful service. Panting, confused, and collapsed, she stayed sprawled there, the puppet watching her two masters square off.
“Permission?” Cole growled like a junkyard dog as he moved in steadily on Kyle. “I don’t believe I need your permission. I had Hailey’s agreement and as far as I see, she ain’t wearing your collar.”
“Hailey’s permission isn’t that hard to get,” Kyle snorted. His next pearls of wisdom had her ears starting to heat up as indignant brain cells started to fire, rallying to the insult. “It doesn’t really take much more than a kiss, does it?”
“Maybe it takes you that much,” Cole smirked. “But that girl gets wet enough for me without even a touch.”
Indignation flared to outrage and put the steel back into her legs. Not that either one of them noticed her as she struggled back to her feet. Hailey could have interrupted, but the pissed she had brewing wanted to be fueled. It held back, letting the dumbasses before her build the bonfire of her temper upward toward a massive explosion.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Ain’t much of a challenge if that’s all you’re bringing to the table is a fricken kiss.”
“It’s all a matter of where you kiss,” Kyle retorted with smooth confidence that had Hailey clenching with the need to hit him. Men. Hailey breathed deep as she found her footing.
“Trust me, Kyle, when I’m done with Hailey, she wouldn’t even remember your name much less what it feels like to have that twig you call a dick inside her.”
Hailey blinked as the cold revelation of just what kind of challenge they were building toward. There’s only one way they end that argument. With her naked, probably tied up and begging for mercy. The very idea made her muscles contract with just little a pop of pleasure, promising the explosion for the real thing would be well worth a try.