Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

whispers, and I swear I can feel her tongue.
Fuck. I groan, my stomach shaking, because she says it like she’s in pain.
“Olivia,” she pleads.
And my clit throbs, my hand trembles, and the knife slips, slicing right
into the side of my middle finger.
Shit! Pain shoots through my hand, I drop the knife, and pull away,
gritting my teeth.
Goddammit, Clay.
Laughter erupts at the table, and I turn back, seeing her slide onto
Callum’s lap, a self-satisfied smile on her stupid face.
I suck the blood off my finger, looking for any on hers, but it doesn’t look
like she was cut at all.
“She does have that effect on me, too,” Callum says, pulling Clay back
into his body by her throat and kissing her cheek.
I glare down at her. “You did that on purpose.”
She leans forward, out of his hold, but his hands remain on her, roaming
her back like she’s his.
Clay plucks a fry out of the basket, Krisjen’s all smiles as she relishes her
bestie’s suave skill with the dyke.
“So what do we get now that we won?” Clay asks me, eating the fry.
“You get to stay,” Trace replies behind me.
“We could stay anyway.”
I pick up my blade, sheathing it and sticking it into my pocket.
“You know,” Clay continues, “I will actually be sorry when my father
levels this place. Just think…” She looks over her shoulder at Callum.
“We’re sitting right about the ninth hole, right? You’ve seen the blueprints?”
He nods, and Dallas steps forward, but I hold up my arm, keeping him
back.
“Such a waste of good key lime pie,” Milo offers.
“Well, the new community needs restaurants,” Clay tells her. “We’ll give
Mariette a job.”
And then she pins me with a look, and no matter what we do, they know
they’ll win. Not today, but eventually.
“A key lime pie!” Callum calls out to the server. “To go!”
They all start to get up, but I stop them. “Cancel that!” I tell Mariette.
And I look at Clay. “Night Tide. You can cross the tracks.”
This isn’t her against me. It’s Saints versus Swamp. Let’s have some fun