Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

His gaze sharpens on her, and I watch them, ready to mobilize if he
moves.
She fixes her eyes back on him. “I’m even willing to bet you don’t get her
hot. Or any woman, for that matter. That’s why you’re sexually abusive, isn’t
it?”
Abusive…what?
“They don’t get hot,” Liv says again. “They smile. And they fawn. And
they fake.” And then she sits up, rolling her hips a little, and moaning. “Oh,
oh, you’re the best, Cal. The best.” She follows with more whimpers and
groans.
I bite back my smile.
“Maybe she is hooking up with one of my brothers.” Liv shrugs. “Maybe
more than one. I have five, after all. Sometimes they work as a team. I mean,
how could you compete?”
I narrow my eyes, kicking her under the table. She laughs under her
breath.
Callum cuts into the pie. “Your words hurt,” he says, “but not as much as
I will, and you know it. We could carry you and Clay out of here right now
and get away with it.”
“Could you?” she retorts.
His eyes gleam. “Five against two, Liv.”
“Is it?”
Just then, howls fill the air. “Ow, ow, ow!” And goosebumps spread over
my skin, knowing who just entered Mariette’s.
That’s who she was texting. Her brothers.
Callum straightens in his chair, his blue eyes alert as four out of the five
Jaeger boys fill the entrance, looking for their sister. I do a double take,
seeing Krisjen holding Trace’s hand.
And Milo’s here. Awesome.
In a moment, everyone surrounds the table where Liv and I sit, the other
diners in the courtyard casting glances and noticing something is up, but no
one moves.
I speak low to Krisjen. “What are you doing with Trace?”
“We hooked up the night of the brawl,” she whispers over her hand.
I knew it.
I look left to right, the tension thick as the two groups stare at each other.
“So I hear there was a break-in at Fox Hill last night,” Callum says,