Page 88 of Power Play

These two are fucking wild, it’s entertaining as fuck.

When we get over to the table, Sawyer already has it set up and passes a cue to Max to break.

“Wait, wait!” Cassie shouts. “If y’all are making me play, let’s at least make a bet. Hmm, Max, what should we bet? Drinks?”

“Nah, boring. Losers have to give a lap dance to a song of the winner’s choice,” he smirks.

“Fine, but the guys are doing it this time,” Sawyer says with a wink.

“Ew.” Max cringes but starts the game. He immediately gets three solids in right off the break, and within the first round, they have all but two balls in, one of which is the eight ball.

The rest of the game doesn’t last long.

At all.

While Sawyer may be fucking killer at this game, Max is a goddamn pool shark and within two rounds finished the game without breaking a sweat.

“That was fucking impressive,” is all I manage to say.

“I told you he’s how I learned how to play,” Sawyer says, like she’s used to it.

“Time to pay up, suckers. Sawyer, sit,” Cassie demands, and surprisingly, Sawyer actually listens. “And you, big boy. Get ready.”

Why am I immediately regretting this?

When the song starts, I don’t immediately recognize it, but Sawyer and Max both start laughing. That is until Max glares at Sawyer for the TMI. Latto’s -“Big Energy” starts coming through the speakers, and Cassie can’t hold in her laughter, especially when Harris and the guys join in on the little watch party.

“Come on, big boy! Dance for us. Show your woman all your moves,” Trevor jokes.

“Shut it, man. At least let me get used to it before you start making fucking sex jokes,” Max growls.

“Oh, pull the dildo out of your ass, Max,” Cassie says, defending Trevor. “Don’t be so fucking uptight. People have sex. We all do. It’s fucking fun.”

I see the moment she regrets her statement as Max looks like he’s caught between choking her or kissing her—or maybe both at the same fucking time. Either way, I can tell that they’ve definitely fucked before. You know it’s obvious when even I can tell.

Walking over to Sawyer, I climb in her lap, loving the way she giggles when I touch her.

“What a switch in roles, baby girl,” I say as I grind my cock against her. “I will admit, I’m partial to the first version, but I’ll take any chance I can to rub my cock against you”, I tell her with a wink, making her blush.

Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, “We’ll take Rory out for ice cream tomorrow. We can talk to her then. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

“Always. Now dance for me, handsome.”

We all start laughing as the “BDE” jokes go around

I never would’ve thought that moving back to New York, back to the place where I lost everything, would bring me such peace. I never imagined that this place would be where I would find everything I never knew I needed but now can’t imagine living without. Sawyer is the missing piece of me, the reason I smile, even if it doesn’t look like it. She’s the reason I’m willing to crawl onto her lap and dance in a crowded bar, not giving a fuck who watches. Because I have her.

Sawyer and Rory are all I need.

Who would’ve thought that I would be giving a lap dance in a bar to fucking “Big Energy” with the woman of my dreams, while all our friends make jokes around us?

Not me.

But I’d make every fucking wrong turn again, as long as it led me straight to her every time.

It doesn’t matter what mistakes either of us have made or what we’ve done. None of it matters.

In every version of our story, she’s my happy ending.

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