Page 25 of Shared Spaces

“Fuck.” I groan.

I don’t know how she did it, but I walked right into this.

I spot Gwen leaned against the wall, arms folded with a wide satisfied grin on her face and Mila standing right beside her.

She knew about this the whole time.

Dwight hands me my favorite beer and encourages me to mingle with everybody.

“Fuck, Jay—I haven’t noticed your face around much lately,” one of my friends holler out, embracing me in a very masculine but unwanted hug.

“I’ve been a little preoccupied.” I chuckle, glancing over at Gwen.

He’s not wrong. I used to be the social butterfly.

That was before—her.

* * *

A solid two hours go by and just when I think people couldn’t consume any more alcohol, I get proven wrong.

“Beer pong!” Someone yells out among the crowd, immediately cuing a giant ‘whooo’ from nearly everyone.

Of course, I’ll be sitting this one out. I’ve never been a fan of vomiting, so I always limit my consumption.

Watching Gwen stand up to the table in a dress just barely covering her tits, she glares at her opponents, bounces the ball and cheers when the ball lands into one of the cups.

She’s up against Dwight’s step-sister, and I never thought anyone could win at beer pong like her. It took a matter of minutes before Gwen had Naomi chugging back drink after drink.

I’m pretty sure she allowed her to win the last round.

For some odd reason, my mind wanders to the ways I can get her back for this whole thing, and I realize, I might have just the thing in my car.

Game on, princess.

If you’re guessing by now that my stop at the postal office might have been for a reason, you’d be right. It was a custom order and I wanted to make sure I grabbed it before they closed for Sunday.

As soon as Gwen wins the game, I follow her to the kitchen and walk up behind her as she reaches for a glass in the cupboard.

Reaching forward, I lightly tap her on the shoulder before bringing my mouth over the soft skin of her ear.

“I told you I hate surprises, Gwen.” I whisper.

“When do I ever listen, Jay?” She snickers, looking back at me slowly.

“I’m going to grab something from my car. I want you to stay right here.”

I do just that, warning Dwight before leaving that I’d be coming back.

Going through a medium sized box filled with sex toys in the back of my car wasn’t exactly what I had on my to do list for today, but I’m hopeful that there’s something in there that I can torture her with for the entire duration of the party.

Something discreet but powerful enough to fuck with her.

I cut the seal and shift a few things to the side before spotting the perfect toy. It’s something she’s definitely used before, but maybe not for this purpose.

Tucking the small box under my arm, I lock the Charger and head back to the party. Gwen is standing right where I left her, and the best part—she has no idea what’s coming to her.

I slide in behind her, gripping her hips just a little as I close the space between us. I say nothing as I slide the box out from under my arm and hand it to her.

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