I bite back my laugh, straddling her hips and pinning her wrists on either side of her head. “I’ve never met a more violent person in my life. Lucky for me, I’ve learned my size means I can hold you down, and you very much enjoy me doing so.”
She wiggles her hips, lifting them off the couch, smashing her pelvis against mine as she tries to kick me off. My grip on her wrists tightens as I cover her body with mine.
“Garrett,” she warns lowly. She’s got the wild eyes going on. I love the wild eyes.
“C’mon, Jennie.” I purse my lips, making smooching sounds. “Lemme kiss you.”
“Garrett!” Shrieks of giggles fill the air as she rolls around beneath me, trying to shake me off. When my fingertips descend on her rib cage, tickling, she starts wheezing, crying as she laughs and gasps for breath at the same time, begging me to stop.
When I think she’s on the verge of passing out or nailing me in the nuts, I ease up on the tickling. Circling her wrists, I pin them beside her head and chuckle, skimming the length of her nose with the tip of mine. When she’s able to breathe again, I roll off her, heading for my bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Jennie swipes at her hair. She’s gonna need to fix that before we show up to her brother’s house.
“To brush my teeth. I wanna spend my night kissin’ you.” I hit her with a wink. “Secret kissin’, of course.” I grip my junk. “I like getting blow jobs. Can’t do that if I lose my dick tonight.”
Jennie chucks a pillow at my face. “Go brush your teeth, you brussel sprout.”
An hour and a half later, we’re rolling up to Carter and Olivia’s house, and I’ve spent the entire twenty-minute drive trying to slip my hand under Jennie’s dress.
“Are you sure you don’t want to drink tonight?” She slaps my hand and stuffs it in the middle console. “We can take an Uber home.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Well, if you change your—”
“I won’t. I’m gonna fuck your mouth later, and something about me being drunk and you being sober while I do it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Jennie doesn’t even miss a beat as she stares out the window. “Whether you’re drunk or sober isn’t gonna stop me from sitting on your face and coming all over your tongue.” She looks my way with a dazzling grin as I leave the car idling on the street, slack jawed, and she squeezes my thigh, right next to my cock. “Ready, big guy?”
I wasn’t ready.
I had to hang back and tuck my dick into the waistband of my boxers while Jennie went on ahead; I’d accidentally pitched a tent in my jeans.
Now it’s two hours later and she’s been flirting with Jaxon all night long, batting her stupid lashes at him, licking her stupid lips, smirking at me over his stupid shoulder. She mentioned something about me decorating her ass with my handprint later tonight. I guess this is her way of ensuring it’ll be fucking permanent.
“Watching you fall is adorably hilarious.”
I trip over nothing, catching myself on the wall. My cherry soda water sloshes and fizzes, coating my hand. “Fuck, Care. Why are you always sneaking up on me?”
Cara grins. “I’m very, very sneaky.”
“And annoying,” I grumble, then cover my shoulder when she punches it. “Ow! What was that for?”
Her eyes slice sideways, landing on Jennie and Jaxon. J&J. JJ. J?. Those all sound stupid. Stupid J’s. G&J sounds way better, if I were to put any two totally random letters of the alphabet together.
“Poor baby. Did the green-eyed monster get you?”
I frown. “What are you talking about? Stop speaking in codes.”
“Okay, Garrett. I’ll stop speaking in codes.” She backs me against the wall, fiery eyes making my neck clammy. She’s tall and fierce and scary. “You’ve been staring at Jennie all night, and every time Jaxon touches her, you look like you’re on the verge of popping this vein right—” she pokes my neck, “—here.”
“Carter doesn’t like him talking to her.” Oooh, good one. Quick thinking, Gare.
“Carter’s not the only one.”
Jaxon chooses this moment to saunter over, tipping his beer to his lips. “What’re we talking about?”
“Oh hey, Jax.” Cara gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Gare-Bear was telling me how he doesn’t like you talking to Jennie because he has a crush on her.”
“Cara.” I fling my arms wide. My drink fizzes again, soaking my left sock. I look back at Jaxon. “I didn’t say any of that. She’s being a…a…a Cara.” Smooth. “She’s drunk.”
Adam appears out of nowhere, swinging one arm around my shoulders. “I’m drunk.” His tone is as proud as his broad grin. “There’s a cute girl here. Her name is Stacey. Samantha?” His brows crumple. “Maybe it’s Sarah. She likes hockey, and I showed her a picture of Bear, and she said he was cute. Should I ask her out?”
“Oh, sweetie.” Cara pats his chest. “No. No, you shouldn’t.”
He frowns. “Yeah, I thought so. New year, same single me.”
“Man, even I’m rooting for that guy to find someone,” Jaxon mumbles as we slip away, heading into the dining room where a game of beer pong has just ended.
“Garrett!” Carter bounces a ping pong ball off the walnut table. “I need a partner.”
“I’m not drinking.”
“They’re not drinking either.” He gestures across the table where Jennie and Olivia are fixing their cups. “Gonna plow them into the ground, alcohol or no alcohol.”
Jennie’s eyes meet mine, brows lifting, a challenge. “Andersen doesn’t have it in him.”
“Uh, Liv and I took the entire tournament last year,” I reply, high-fiving Olivia in the process.
“You guys cheated,” Carter grumbles.
Olivia smiles sweetly. “You know what they say. You have to learn to lose before you can truly appreciate winning.”
His eyes darken. “Garrett! Get over here!”
The thing about those two is they both hate losing. Carter might seem like the type of guy to let his wife win to shield her feelings, but he never willingly loses. So it’s always highly entertaining to watch his tiny wife beat him at nearly everything.
Including the first beer pong game, in which Olivia and Jennie sink all six fucking cups in a fucking row, and Carter demands a rematch.
“How is it even possible?” I murmur.
“I don’t fucking know,” Carter mutters. “Fucking horseshoes up their asses.”
“Nothing to do with luck, bud,” Emmett chimes in, but maybe luck is on our side this time around. Because Olivia misses one shot, Jennie two. Carter’s more focused, refusing to look at Olivia when it’s his shot, relentlessly taunting her when it’s hers, and I’m as good as I’ve always been.
With two cups left on each side, tensions are high. The girls are up first, and Cara runs in, smacking both their asses.
“I want to see them cry, ladies.”
Jennie bounces her ball three times then bends, poised at the edge of the table.
“Hey, Jen—ah!” Carter bends, clutching at the toes I’ve accidentally stepped on.
“Whoops,” I say. “Sorry ’bout that, bud.”
With her brother distracted, Jennie lets the ball fly, sinking it with ease, and poor Carter’s gonna be so drunk by the end of this.
He’s apparently decided to try his hand at another distraction tactic for this last round. When Olivia steps up to the table, he drags his shirt up his torso in slow motion, one finger on his lip as he gives her the eyes.
“Like what you see, princess? Want me to take you upstairs and—ah, for fuck’s sake!”
That, my friends, is the sound of Olivia sinking her last shot, all while looking her husband dead in the eye.
“Hey, c’mon now.” I clap Carter’s back as he whines. “We’ve still got a chance. We’ve got as many cups as they had. We can do it.”
He grips the edge of the table, swallowing. “You go first.”
You’re going down, Jennie mouths to me.
One way or another, I definitely am. Down on her, or down in this game. Either way, when I effortlessly sink my shot, I know I’m not at fault for whatever happens next.
With a shaky exhale, Carter steps up. He rolls his shoulders, bending his neck left, then right.