Play the Game (Hannaford Prep, #3)

by J. Bree

“I told you, I called for reinforcements. Illi’s a good guy, the best,” the Mounty whispers in my ear and then pulls away from me, stepping back into her role as the Wolf. A good guy.

He’s a cage fighter, a trained killer, his weapons of choice are his fists or a fucking meat cleaver, he shows no mercy and has no conscience, and, according to my crazy hot girlfriend, he’s a good guy.

I think I’m going to have a fuc...

walking around the bench and gently prying my legs open to stand between them. He waits for a moment until the tension melts out of me, then I shiver as he leans down and cups my face gently, breathing the words onto my lips as he speaks. “I’m keeping you forever. I don’t do this shit for anything but keeps.” And then he swallows my answering sigh.

I take another deep breath. “One last thing. It’s not just Harley that I’m protecting. I’m protecting my family. My best friend and… the three guys I’m… seeing.” Illium blinks at me and then at Harley. Then he fucking roars with laughter.

“Good! Fuck yes! No more abiding by Matteo’s shitty fucking agendas. Done, little Wolf. Send me their details, and I’ll stay in touch. We’ll get you the fuck away from Matteo.”

smile at her like she’s my fucking soulmate. “Ash, Harley, and Blaise are off limits to you sluts. This is the only warning you’re all getting.”

Harley scoffs and whispers in my ear, “Stop looking at her like you want to fuck her; you’ll give us all a complex.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “If we both swung that way, we’d be fucking married by now. I would have wifed her ass last year.” He roars with laughter.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as watching you destroy the male population one by one,” she says and when she pulls my clothes on, I nearly choke at her transformation into a Mounty girl.

He shakes his head and lets his hands slide down until he’s palming my ass, squeezing and kneading. “I’m not angry, babe. I’m hungry. I’m fucking starving and you’re the only thing on the menu I want. One taste of what you’ve got and now I’m fucking addicted. Spread those legs for me.”

“No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him and Blaise cackles at us both. “You two flirt like fucking serial killers, it’s fucking hilarious. C’mon then, Star. Tell us where you’d stab…. that guy. The one who will die if he keeps staring at your tits like that.”

He’s just as fierce as Aves with his love. He’s just a dick about it.” Harley chuckles, the rumble loud and warm against my ear. “I don’t regret anything, babe. It got us here. I’d do it all again, and Ash and Morrison would too.”

Something about me being an assassin and renowned killer has him freaked out. Who knew?

or he’ll have to spank me, loud enough that the entire damn room hears him. Avery’s death glare at him only makes my blush worse. I would have never thought I’d be up for being spanked but holy god damn. I think I could be convinced.

“There you are, Star. I was afraid I’d lost you,” he teases and laces his fingers through mine. “I fucking hate this, you’re lucky I love you,” I mumble, and his hand jerks in mine. I frown and glance up at his shocked face. He swallows roughly but I’m too busy freaking out to realize it’s the first time I’ve told the idiot I love him.

Luca plants a foot over the Jackal’s throat in case he wakes up and says, “Atticus sends you his personal regards and would like you to know he’s been watching you for a long time. Now he is sure Miss Beaumont is guarded by such a capable and competent friend he would like to assure you he will not hesitate to offer you any help necessary. That includes me.”

“I guess he’ll know now that you’re a spy,” I say, breaking the silence. We all stare down at the Jackal, and Luca shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll drop him home and head back to the Crow. I’m sick of watching the sick fuck hurt people anyway.”