Page 78 of Plaything

“Everyone thinks I pour too much,” she whispered.

I giggled, watching her dump ice, the juice of half a lime, way too much tequila, and margarita mix into a blender. “I can’t imagine why,” I giggled.

Drink very slowly. I had no intention of getting drunk, but a buzz sounded fun. I had a glass of wine with Anna, which hit me hard. Then, I had a few beers with Pops and barely got a buzz. So, I’d drink Reesia’s concoction slowly, just to be safe.

My arms were leaning against the counter, watching the ingredients being added to the blender. Wyatt appeared next to me, placing the palms of his hand against the counter.

Reesia barely acknowledged him as she spoke. “Want one?”

Wyatt shook his head. “No, thank you. Aiden’s drinking, so I’m driving.” He turned to me with a smile. “I’m going to put your bags in the truck so we don’t forget them later. Come help me?” He offered.

I didn’t see how forgetting the bags would be possible. There was quite a pile of them next to the door. I took his hint and nodded, “Sure.”

“I’ll be right back,” I told Reesia. She wiggled her eyebrows at me as if she thought we were about to rip each other’s clothes off in some bushes or something. I shook my head at her, smiling as I followed Wyatt.

He grabbed most of the bags, leaving only two for me to carry, before we closed the door behind us and walked to Aiden’s truck.

“Did you have fun today? I hope Reesia didn’t traumatize you,” he joked.

“It was a good day. I like her a lot, although she’s definitely blunt,” I giggled.

He chuckled along with me. “So you speak French?”

“I do,” I smiled. “You seem surprised?”

He opened one of the doors to the backseat and placed the bags in the truck. “I’m surprised that we didn’t know,” he turned, grabbing the bags from my hand. After he set them inside, he turned to me. “Odette, I can’t help but feel like we owe you an apology,” he confessed. In the moonlight, I saw his somber expression, the one he wore earlier.

Taken back, I immediately shook my head. “What? For what?” I stumbled over my words. They hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, they’d done everything right.

He leaned against the closed door, his arms folded across his chest. “Aiden gave you that list to fill out today. Yet, we don’t know these very basic things about you,” he deadpanned.

My eyebrows knitted together, “Those things on the list are about me?”

He looked disappointed, not at me—thank goodness. He looked upset at himself for a reason I couldn’t quite grasp. “I’m trying to tell you that we want to know about you—what you like or don’t like, your favorite movie, and how many ribs you have,” he said softly.

“I don’t ever want you to feel like we only care about sex. We’ve done a horrible job at making that clear, and I am so sorry for that.”

It was quiet for a few seconds as I processed his apology. I didn’t think he realized that his noticing and saying something showed that they cared. “Wyatt, I think you’re overthinking this,” I touched his arm, moving to lean against the car next to him. “You don’t have to apologize because you have all gotten to know me as well as you can without flat-out asking me questions. I’m really happy with how things are going, and if I’m not, I’ll tell you,” I assured.

I might not be as quiet or unapproachable as Dominic, but I was just as reserved. “I don’t like talking about myself.” I smiled at him, pointing my thumb over my shoulder to the house, “In fact, I really hated that.”

He chuckled, “Then I apologize in advance. Because I’m going to make you talk about yourself a lot,” he warned. His hand snaked its way around my waist and spun me until my chest was flush with his. “Have I mentioned that you look stunning in this dress?” He charmed.

I blushed, “Not out loud.”

His face slowly moved closer to mine as he smirked. “You read minds?” he teased.

Feeling his dick grow against my lower torso, I sucked in a breath. “I can read body language,” I whispered, impatiently waiting for his lips on mine.

Big hands gripped my ass through the dress as he pulled me closer to him, making his dick dig into my body. “What’s mine saying, Baby?” His lips brushed against mine.

Shivers ran through my spine at the mood change. His cool breath had a hint of alcohol mixed with mint. My senses were overwhelmed by him. His hands on my body, his smell, how inhumanly attractive he was, and the slight rasp to his voice. All that was left was taste, and I wasn’t going to deprive myself of that.

Closing the gap between us, I pressed my lips against his. My hands trailed up his arms to his chest, where I felt his muscular chest through his shirt.

Wyatt palmed my ass, not wasting any time as his tongue touched mine. I was wet in seconds; the chill of the night was long gone as my body heated.

My mind went blank. The only thoughts were of Wyatt, his hands against me, his mouth on mine, and his dick begging for attention. I may be new to sex and these kinds of scenarios, but I wasn’t clueless—not entirely.

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