The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,28

held up her lacy red thong. There was no fucking way she hadn’t worn these for me. Red was our favorite color.

“How thoughtful of you,” I cooed while she continued to gape at me. Shoving my hand inside my pocket, I tossed the purple satin aside and replaced them with the red lace. I’d rather have Bee’s scraps any day.

“You’re a pervert,” she spat, finally breaking free of her shock.

“You won’t get any argument from me.”

Her eyes became twin balls of blue flames, and even though she was glaring at me, my heart leaped with joy, seeing her fire that I’d missed so much. “Do you honestly think treating me like I’m some whore turns me on? You repulse me.”

“And I believe you. I also know it’s why you want me, too.” I pressed my lips against her neck and felt her body shiver as I worked my way up. “Because it feels wrong,” I whispered in her ear, “and you always liked getting your hands dirty, didn’t you, kitten?”

I didn’t wait for a reply and left her standing there.

Outside, I managed to catch up to Four and Ever as they stood by his truck. There was zero space between them as he held her, making no mistake as to what they were up to. I shook my head, knowing anyone could have walked up. I wasn’t about to finger-fuck the entire school because they couldn’t be bothered to be more careful with their secrets.

Four noticed me first and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, quick draw?”

Snickering, I hopped onto the G-Wagon and shoved a cigarette between my lips. My hands shook as I lit up, and since I couldn’t have what I really needed, nicotine would have to do. “She wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to get my dick out. I fingered her, though. Did you know she’s a squirter?”

“TMI, Buchanan. And it’s not gentlemanly to kiss and tell,” Four scolded.

“I didn’t kiss her.”

“And my cousin is no gentleman,” Ever added.

“Learned from the best, little cousin.”

“I’m a changed man.”

I cut my gaze his way. “Until Bee’s around.” I could practically see Ever imagining ways to murder me as if his thoughts were playing on a high-definition screen. “My bad.”

I wasn’t the least bit fucking sorry, but he could take it or leave it. It was my ex-girlfriend and best friend he was playing, and for whatever reason, Bee was allowing him to string her along.

I lit my fag as Four whispered something to Ever. Whatever she said, calmed him—not that I gave a shit. However bad Ever wanted a fight, I wanted it ten times more.

“Get in the truck,” he ordered. I smirked, remembering a time when he eagerly followed orders rather than dished them out. “You too,” he said to Four.

As Four rounded the hood for the passenger side, she said, “There’s your one.”

Snorting, I hopped in the back, and then Ever announced that we were going shopping.

“You’re sure you took care of that issue?” Ever asked me, referring to Amanda. Four, who I had a feeling wouldn’t approve of our problem-solving methods, was in the back, trying on dresses. We were surrounded by them in various colors, lengths, and volumes, though the raised marble platform took up most of the main room. Ever had taken Four to this overly posh boutique in town that had a waiting list six months long. Bechette, the forty-something French woman who owned it was in high demand. Not to mention sexy as fuck. It was too bad my game didn’t work on girls who’d graduated high school.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Unbeknownst to Four, the whispers about their true relationship had grown louder for some reason, and until today, we hadn’t tracked down the source.

Ever sighed, and I could literally see the weight lift from his shoulders, although the worry still lingered in his eyes. “Thanks, man.”

I shrugged. “We’re family.” And I didn’t just mean Ever, but Four too. I’d do anything for them, even though they were both pissing me off. Whatever was going on between Ever and Bee, Four was now a part of it, and none of them held any reservations about lying to me.

As if reading my thoughts, Ever rounded on me. “Whatever you’re thinking, get it out of your head. I’m not screwing you over.”

“I beg to fucking differ. I’d never let Four keep secrets from you.”

The muscle in his jaw ticked as he looked away. As much as he wanted to argue, I knew