Free On top: Billionaire bachelor romance (The Playgirls Book 1) by May Sage Page B

you is with my mother? You’re toast.”
     
    Square team was Shane’s; when he’d worked that out, he’d already been shot at by every member of the crazy family. Shane gave him the rules: apparently, there weren’t any. They were just supposed to carry on fighting until they’d found their Christmas presents; the team which found their gifts first had control over the Christmas brownies.
    Although they were perfect strangers, he and his brothers had been given presents, too – winter socks, handknitted scarves. It was a pretty damn awesome game; he couldn’t remember enjoying himself as much since he’d been a kid.
     
    Close to two in the morning, completely soaked, armed with a thick hot chocolate laced with rum, Colt snuggled close to a sleepy Alice.
    “Why isn’t that game a thing?” Kellan wondered out loud, accepting a tenth brownie from Paul, with whom he’d totally bonded over their partnership.
    “It is a thing in this house. The girls used to argue a lot. We told them to sort it out constructively and dropped them at a paintball park a while back. They haven’t stopped shooting at each other since; we just joined in.”
    “You should write a parenting guide.”
    They really should: even the bitch had somehow mellowed out.
    They spent the next hour chatting, and Colt felt Alice drifting off against his shirt.
    “Where do I need to go?” he asked Shane, gesturing to the woman curled up on his laps.
    Her brother got up to show him the way; Colt took her in his arms – not as effortlessly as romance books make it sound. Size four or not, a grown woman wasn’t a freaking feather.
    Shane hesitated at the door, so Colt decided to make things easy for him:
    “That’s where you’re telling me you’ll ruin me if I hurt your sister? Don’t bother. I won’t.”
    She was the one able to hurt him.
    “Actually, that’s where I’m warning you. Every guy who screwed up tried to get her back. She didn’t even bother listening. Alice never repeats her mistakes.”
     
    •
     
    Alice generally slept like the dead; she’d trained her body to take no notice of sounds, sunshine, and pretty much anything that could possibly interrupt her slumber until ten, at the earliest – repetitive doorbells and fire alarms were the only things she couldn’t quite ignore.
    But one word – her name, whispered with some urgency – and she was wide awake.
    She opened her eyes and blushed; not a lot embarrassed her, but then again, she didn’t often wake up with her fingers clasped around someone’s dick.
    Somehow, she’d slid her hand inside Colt’s PJs, and she was now wanking him; if she believed his expression, the way he breathed, hard and fast, she’d been at it for a while.
    “Shit. Alice, your mom has called her for breakfast; you need to stop…”
    The way she saw it, she didn’t actually – she needed to get it finished quicker.
    She rolled over, giggling like the minx he’d turned her into, and dived under the cover to take him in his mouth.
    He let her to her fun for all of one minute, before pushing the comforter asides, grabbing her under the armpits and sitting her on his erection; she greedily moved her hips, more than ready to enjoy a ride, but he had other ideas. He stilled her hips and thrust up, fucking her hard and deep from underneath.
    They weren’t that quick, but her mother didn’t come up to see if they were up to; the bed squeaking on the floor was eloquent enough.
    Colt sat up and took one of her nipples in his mouth while caressing the other one; his rhythm changed, slowing down, but aiming deeper, to a very precise location.
    Fuck. Target located; missile engaged. Hit. Hit. Hit again. Her G-Spot had never received as much attention.
    “Calm down, sweetheart. Breathe out. There’s no hurry. No reason to rush; just enjoy it…”
    Fuck. By the tenth hit, she was ready to bulk; yes, he managed to make her cum each time he tried, but his method was cruel. The few instant preceding