Page 66 of Foolish Games

“Fucking try it,” he growls.

We pull up alongside the street at Maddox’s, where we’re having a house party after the game. I give Viv’s clit a lazy stroke, chuckling when her thighs quake. Then I draw out my hand and open the door. “After you, Princess.”

She climbs out, and I hold back laughter when I see she’s walking a little funny, squirming to get her panties back in place. Or maybe it’s because they’re soaked, and the cold makes them uncomfortable. I sling an arm around her shoulder and pull her in, kissing her head through her hat. “To be continued,” I murmur.

“I hate you,” she grumbles.

“But your pussy loves me,” I remind her.

“Right now, it hates you too.”

“Aww, are you mad you didn’t get to cum?” I tease. “I can fix that.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” she says with a sigh.

After grabbing a plate of party food, I lead her to an empty spot against the railing on the small back porch. A few people are standing around shivering and smoking cigarettes. Viv tucks her hands into the pockets of her coat that probably cost as much as my house or some shit.

“I’ll keep you warm later,” I promise, loading up some chips and dumping them in my mouth. I’m fucking starving after the game.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I was a good boy last time,” I remind her, batting my lashes and giving her my most persuasive look. “You know I can control myself. I just want to hold you again.”

“Maybe,” she mutters, glancing around. “But if Rob’s awake when we get home, you can’t come to my room.”

“Deal,” I say, reaching over to smack her ass. “Now go get us some beers, woman.”

I make sure we stay late at the party, so Rob won’t be up. Nothing’s going to keep me from finishing what I started on the car ride here. A few hours after he leaves, when the party’s basically dead, I look around for a ride. Billy’s our usual ride, but he’s passed out cold on the couch. A dozen more bodies are crammed onto the armchair and the small living room floor.

“Hey,” I say, stepping into the kitchen where Maddox is pawing trash off the table into a trash bag. “Can you give us a lift back to Viv’s car?”

“Si, but I’m pretty fuckin’ trashed,” he slurs.

Viv tugs at my hand and shakes her head, her lips tight. “It’s okay,” she says. “We’ll find someone.”

“Everyone else is passed out,” I point out.

Maddox stands there swaying on his feet and blinking at us. “Lennox passed out early,” he says at last. “Wake him up in a few hours and he can give you a ride back.”

“Okay,” Viv says, nodding.

“Got anywhere we can crash until then?” I ask.

He narrows his eyes, his gaze moving back and forth between us. “You fucking tonight?”

I look at Viv.

“No,” Vivienne says, glaring at me. “We’re not.”

Maddox pauses, clearly deliberating. “I’ll give you Mom’s room, but if you fuck in there, I’ll be fucking your mom as payment.”

“I guess we’re not fucking,” I say, holding up both hands.

“We won’t even sleep on the bed together,” Vivienne assures Maddox.

“Why not?” he asks, giving me a funny look as he heads down the hall.

“Yeah, why not?” I ask. “Afraid you’ll be too tempted?”

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