“Any cup, Carter,” I tell him, rubbing his shoulders. “Any cup.”
It’s in this moment, as he’s poised and ready to throw, that Olivia makes eye contact with Emmett, and he tips his chin just slightly, an instruction.
“Don’t look at her,” I growl at Carter. “Don’t you fucking look at her.”
But does he listen? No, of course not. Carter never listens.
Olivia twists away, slow as hell, bending, and Carter snorts a laugh.
“Don’t even try it, Ollie girl. I’m not falling for…”
I see it all happen in slow motion. The water sloshing between her legs, covering the floor as she gasps, the color draining from Carter’s face as Olivia cries out that her water just broke. His eyes widen with fear as the ball slips from between his fingers, bouncing once, twice, three times on the wooden table before clattering to the ground. Through it all, I don’t miss Jennie snickering in the corner.
“Ollie—”
“Ha!” Olivia twirls back to us, face shining with arrogance, and she crushes the empty water bottle between her hands. “Gotcha, sucker! You missed!” She claps Jennie’s hand before Emmett embraces her.
“I told you he’d fall for it!” he shouts, and Carter curls over with a snarl.
I chuck a ping pong ball off the table. “I knew I shoulda been Ollie’s partner again this year. Carter sucks.”
“I thought my wife was in labor! This isn’t fair! It’s cheating! I call a rematch!”
“That was the rematch,” Jennie reminds him. “You keep losing.”
“I’m not losing! I didn’t lose! I-I-I—”
“You lost,” Cara cuts him off. “Twice. And you lost three times last year. Your wife continuously beats you at this game, and yet you continue to have hope that the next game might be yours. It’s inspiring, Carter, but it’s also sad.” She pats his chest. “Midnight is in five. We don’t have time for you to find your balls.”
Chaos ensues as everyone piles into the living room and the kitchen, and the temperature in the house instantly spikes. Too many people, too many bodies crammed onto the main level as everyone starts pairing off with their respective partners. Adam and Jaxon are gathered at the island, lining up shots for all the single guys and girls. There are so many people in this space that it’s hard to see anyone other than the person standing next to you.
For me, it’s hard to see anyone other than Jennie, the way she stands at the edge of the living room like she’s damn well trying to disappear, eyes moving anxiously around the space. Her glowing personality has been shoved aside, replaced with this shell of who she is, preferring to hide away than be part of the excitement.
I slip through the kitchen and into the dining room before I loop back around to the dark, empty hallway, right behind Jennie.
My fingertips dance their way around her waist until I splay my palm out on her belly, and she gasps, jolting.
My lips touch her ear as the countdown drops to the final minute. “Come with me.”
“What are you doing?” she whispers as I usher her up the stairs. “What if Carter sees?”
“The only thing that exists in your brother’s world in this moment is his wife.” I peek into a bedroom, the same one I first tasted Jennie in. “He won’t notice we’re gone.”
“I’m playing amnesia if you’re wrong.”
I pull her into the dark room, pressing her against the wall. “And I’ll jump out the window and you’ll never see me again.”
Downstairs, people start counting backward from twenty.
My hand curves around Jennie’s neck, and my thumb settles over the pulse point hidden below her warm skin. It thuds violently, and I love being the reason she’s coming back to life right now.
Fifteen.
“You gonna let me be your midnight kiss?”
Ten.
Her wild eyes jump between mine. “Maybe.”
Five.
“Not the answer I’m looking for.”
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Then maybe you should just take what you want.”
Our mouths clash in a frenzy, fingers plowing through hair, hips grinding, tongues sweeping, all while the house erupts with cheers and hollers below.
My hand slips up the back of Jennie’s dress and I give her ass a light smack. “Bite me one more time and I’m gonna make you scream.”
Her fingers curl around my hair as she kisses me deeply, teeth sliding along my lower lip before she tugs. “I’d like to see you try.”
I swing the bedroom door shut and shove her into the bathroom, flicking on the light as I lock us in. Her cheeks are flushed, rosy lips swollen, chest heaving as I stalk toward her.
“Take off your panties.”
“Gar—”
“Now.”
I’m playing with fire, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’ve had to stare at her from a distance all night, and all I wanna do is taste her.
Jennie’s not moving fast enough, so I spin her around, push her against the wall, and with one swift yank, her panties are balled up in my fist.
One hand wraps around the base of her throat, the other dipping between her legs. “Guess what happens when you scream?”
“People hear,” she whimpers.
“People hear. Do you want people to hear?”
She gasps as I slide my fingers through her soaked warmth. “No.”
“Then you’re gonna have to be a good girl and stay quiet.”
I swing her up into my arms before depositing her ass on the countertop, bunching her dress up around her hips as I spread her legs wide. In the mirror, her pussy glistens with need, and my mouth waters.
“You’re gonna watch yourself come for me, and you’re gonna try not to be loud when you do it.”
Her wide eyes stare up at me with wonder as my palms sweep over her thighs. When I open my mouth on her neck, her lips part with a raspy inhale that quickly spirals into a moan the second I stroke her clit.
I tsk, give my head a small shake. “Not off to a good start, sunshine.”
Her hips buck, eyes pleading with me as my touch ghosts over her, almost giving her what she wants, taking it away at the last second.
My mouth trails the columns of her throat, along her jaw, stopping at her ear. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
Jennie’s a sight to be seen, bare and open to me, vulnerable as she peers up at me, head thrown back over my shoulder. When she nods, I realize I’ve rendered her speechless for the first time since I’ve known her.
Maybe that’s why I put her out of her misery, keeping our gazes locked as I sink one finger inside her. When her mouth opens on a moan, I clamp my free hand over it, drowning out my name as it leaves her lips.
I plunge a second finger. “What did I say?”
Her hands reach back, frantic, looking for something to grab hold of. One grips a fistful of my shirt, the other the counter, and when I pump harder, faster, her eyes roll to the ceiling as she whimpers into my hand. My thumb finds her clit, pressing, edging, driving her wild.
“I want you on your knees when we get home,” I whisper in her ear. Her walls start squeezing around my fingers as she thrashes in my arms, toes curling against the mirror. “And I want to see how far back you can take my cock.”
Jennie moans loudly behind my hand, making me squeeze harder, and she starts ripping at my hand between her legs, trying to pull it away as her orgasm barrels down.
Her body trembles and quakes as she gives up the fight, head lolling backward as she screams my name into my hand, and when she finally stills, coming down from her high, her blue eyes are glossy and dazed.
I cover her mouth with mine, coaxing it open with my tongue, and she sighs as she sinks into my hold.
Two minutes later, I’m trying to figure out how to tell Carter he needs to sanitize the bathroom in his spare bedroom while Jennie gets dressed.
“Go make sure the coast is clear,” she whispers, producing a container of wipes from the cabinet. “I’ll clean up.”