Page 187 of Plaything

“I made your mind beautiful,” she bragged before standing by Mateo again.

Niko glanced down at me. “Quattro colpi e scommetto che Wyatt indossa un cappello da cowboy e parla con accento,” he mumbled next to my ear.

[Four shots, and I bet Wyatt is wearing a cowboy hat talking in an accent.]

I laughed at the idea of my put-together man doing such things. “È quello che succede di solito in questi eventi?”

[Is that what usually happens at these events?]

With wide eyes, he nodded and took his shot. “Every year,” he smirked.

An excited, giddy giggle left my lips as I slightly bounced on my heels, excited to see Cowboy Wyatt.

Niko was wrong. It didn’t take four shots; it took eight. Wyatt had somehow found a cowboy hat, his shirt had the buttons undone, and he had a very distinct southern drawl.

The sun was beginning to set, and the party was in full swing. It’d been hours since we arrived, and I was feeling comfortable. As promised, I played tag with the kids—only after dragging Niko with me. My hair was a bit messy, and I was slightly tipsy from three shots of whisky. It wasn’t my favorite, so I didn’t have much.

A few of Wyatt’s cousins could play the guitar and sing, and they were putting on quite the show, playing old country songs. Groups of people danced in the grass, beers in their hands. I was so happy I decided to join them. Their families were amazing, even Walt, who Aiden was obviously embarrassed by. They were kind, and I was so glad to meet them.

Walking back to our table after the kids stole me again, I smiled at my professors. Wyatt pulled me into his lap before I could take my own seat. “Hey Baby,” he flirted, his hand palming my thigh.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his bold drunkenness before looking up at my other men, who were just as amused by him. “Wyatt,” I warned with a smile, turning to ensure no one—especially their parents—saw the PDA.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a mischievous grin. “What? I can’t hold you?”

“Not in front of your parents!” I widened my eyes at him. “I don’t want them to think I’m a whore,” I teased.

“Oh Baby, if they knew what a whore you could be, they’d understand,” he rasped against my neck, which he was trying to nuzzle into.

Arousal slicked between my thighs, and I quickly stood up from the horny cowboy’s lap. “You’re trouble,” I nervously laughed, still standing.

Dominic let out a hearty laugh. “Not a fan of PDA, Darling?”

“Not when their families might be watching,” I defended. “They like me, I want to keep it that way.”

“I love drunk Wyatt,” Niko sighed happily.

“I’m not drunk; I’m tipsy,” Wyatt corrected. “God, I wanna fuck a baby into you,” he smirked at me.

As my other professors laughed for about ten seconds, I was stunned silent. Obviously, he didn’t mean that, but it’d be fun to let him try.

Aiden was barely breathing as he laughed. “Dude, volume check. Your whole family doesn’t need to know about your breeding kink, okay?” He shook his head in amusement.

“You should drink water,” I ran a hand through the ends of his hair. He would feel this in the morning or possibly later tonight at home.

His eyes were slightly red as he wrapped his arm around my waist, as I twiddled with his hair. “Sit on my face, and I’ll drink your water,” he winked.

He was on a roll with the innuendos. Niko, Dominic, and Aiden were in fits of laughter as their friend tried to seduce me.

“Okay,” I quietly clapped my hands together. “I’m going to go get you some water and use the bathroom,” I informed before stepping away.

“I’ll help you find it—” he began to stand, but I placed my hands on his broad shoulder.

“We are not fucking in your parents bathroom!” I whisper yelled at him.

False innocence grew on his lips as he gasped at me. “Who said we were, Naughty Girl? Get your mind out of the gutter, Baby.”

Sharing a look with my other men, I laughed as I took my leave. Of course, a drunk cowboy whistled behind me, making me blush. I was lucky everyone was occupied or too busy to care what we did in our corner. That man was going to be the death of me.

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