Free GAME MISCONDUCT (The Dartmouth Cobras) by Bianca Sommerland Page A

She can’t—”
    “Yes, I can.” Oriana took a deep breath. “Do it, Max.”
    Perron started lifting the dress but paused when she winced. He knelt and looked at something on her thigh. “Ouch. Why didn’t you tell me you got hurt?”
    “It’s just a little burn.”
    “It’s pretty red.” Perron didn’t sound so sure of himself anymore. He stood and took her hand. “Come on, we’ll go to my place. I’ll take care of this, and then—”
    “I want it off!” She twisted her hand free when Perron shook his head and grabbed the hem of the dress like she wanted to tear it from her body. “I wore this for him and I hate it! Like my father said, like Callahan implied . . .” She hissed in air through her teeth. “I look cheap.”
    Jesus, her father and Paul had done a number on her. Never mind the dress, the girl didn’t look comfortable in her own skin. And he hadn’t helped matters with his crude comments. The reddened flesh made him think of the marks he’d leave if he got his hands on her, but concern overrode his baser impulses.
    He held out his hand. “Oriana—”
    “I’m fine, Mr. Callahan.” A few deep inhales, and she actually managed a smile. “Just stand back and enjoy the show.”
    “We certainly will.” Mason used the husky tone all the ladies seemed to like, yet his eyes trailed over Oriana in a way most women found offensive. Strange contradiction, ‘specially since this woman didn’t seem the least bit offended.
    She flushed and ducked her head. “Maybe you can help me, since Max won’t.”
    Perron grabbed her by the hips before she could go to Mason. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
    “Stop stalling and do it then.”
    Aren’t we bossy? Sloan shook his head when Perron simply grinned and obediently stepped up to her. Peeling the dress up over her head, he gave them all an unobstructed view of her beautiful body. Her black lace bra and panties were so sheer he could see her puckered nipples and waxed pussy. His gaze trailed over the exposed flesh, butter smooth, naturally tanned—he wondered whether she’d mark easily. The head of his dick scraped against the inside of his zipper. Lousy time to go commando. He shoved his hands in his pockets and did his best to unobtrusively shift his dick away from the metal teeth. Damn, damn, damn .
    Perron lowered the jersey over her head, then pulled her hair free of the collar. “There you go. What does my lady require now?”
    At the emphasis on “lady,” Oriana’s lips parted. “Tim told you about that ?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Perron gave her a mock bow. “Command me, Mistress. I am eager to serve.”
    Sloan groaned. “Tell me you’re not going to make us watch this.”
    “We’ve got some time to kill.” Perron shifted his gaze to Sloan in the barely perceptible way he did when he was about to make a blind pass. “If nothin’ else, watching me make an ass of myself ought to be entertaining.”
    “Not really,” Mason said under his breath.
    Shaking her head, Oriana put her hands on her hips. “Be serious, Max.”
    “Try it,” Perron said.
    Oriana smoothed her hands down her sides and bunched the bottom of the jersey in her hands, tugging as though she wanted to make it longer. She licked her bottom lip and pointed at the floor in front of her. “Come here. I liked the position you were in before. Get on your knees; I’m going to kiss you.”
    At Sloan’s side, Mason coughed back a laugh. Perron glanced over and winked. Then he got on his knees and waited.
    Cupping Perron’s face in her hands, Oriana leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. When Perron made no effort to return the kiss, she let out a frustrated sound and raked her fingers into his hair. Sloan winced when she jammed her mouth over Perron’s and their teeth clinked.
    “Shoot.” She touched Perron’s bottom lip with her thumb. “I’m sorry—”
    “Don’t worry about it. You ‘bout done?” Perron rose at her nod. “I’ve a mind