Page 223 of Plaything

I took his hands, and he pulled me up. I flinched, feeling like I was going to float away again, especially with him practically hoisting my limp body off the ground. “Woah,” I gasped as I found my balance.

He chucked at me, grabbing my shoes before we padded barefoot with wet legs across Jamie’s large patio.

Somehow, Aiden’s fingers didn’t fully satisfy me. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but my every thought was of Wyatt, Niko, Dominic, or Aiden thrusting into me in every position. My heart had been pounding like crazy for the past two hours—that heartbeat was everywhere. I’d already had to go to the bathroom three times to clean myself up—I was drenched.

Every part of me wanted some kind of relief; whether it was their tongues, fingers, or dicks, I didn’t care. Even my mouth was desperate for attention. I had a cup full of ice that I was slowly emptying, plopping a small cube into my mouth one at a time. It was refreshing my scalding body and occupying my mouth.

Reesia still hadn’t mentioned what she saw, ignored me, or behaved any differently than her normal bubbly self. At first, I had my suspicions that she was plotting, but I guess she truly threw the key to our little secret away.

Niko, Reesia, and Aiden were the only three left in the never-ending poker game. I lost about 30 minutes ago—too distracted to pay attention to anything but the monster between my legs.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt asked me for the fourth time in the last hour. I thought I was hiding my issue decently, but obviously, my guys knew when I was hot and bothered. The others probably thought I was high as a kite (which wasn’t untrue). I was convinced that getting off, just once, would solve my problem. Just one.

“Mhm,” I hummed with a smile, my intoxicated gaze fixated on his plump lips.

“That’s your third cup of ice, and you’re flushed. Do you want to go outside and get fresh air?” he offered while running his hand through my hair.

Wyatt was so sweet. Little did he know that my every thought right now was about jumping his bones.

Everyone was too occupied with their own conversations to listen in. A sick thought—an opportunity—came to mind, and I nodded eagerly. I held out my hand for him, not trusting my bones to hold me up or gravity to keep me down.

He chuckled before taking my hand and walking to the front door.

“You good?” Niko called behind us, looking slightly concerned for me.

“Like a train,” Collin mumbled to himself, referencing what he’d warned me about earlier. If I had known a whole gummy would have such a strong effect on me, I probably wouldn’t have taken the second half. Or maybe I still would have. My body felt amazing, and that was only an issue because our friends were around.

Wyatt and I both nodded. “It’s just a little warm,” I dismissed. They really didn’t have to worry—I was fine—just stupidly horny.

Walking hand in hand, I basked in the coolness of the spring night breeze. Usually, I was not too fond of the cold, but it felt rejuvenating—like the ice cubes. “I feel very whimsical,” I announced while swinging his arm.

“I can tell,” he chuckled as he held his arm up and twirled me. “How has today been?” He asked.

He was asking about Charles—I knew that, but a part of me felt heartless. I hadn’t really thought about him all day. He was gone, and I was okay with that. “I’m okay. I was really happy to see your parents at graduation,” I stopped walking when we were behind Aiden’s truck. “And Tony and his family,” I added. “It made me realize that Charles wasn’t my only family, you know?” I rambled. My eyes widened, and my cheeks flushed. “Is that weird to say? I’m not saying that your parents are like... mine or anything! But—”

“It’s not weird,” he said soothingly, instantly calming my overthinking. “I don’t mind sharing; they’ve got enough love to wrap the earth a few times over.”

He leaned against the door and shrugged. “You know, I tried to talk them out of coming to save you some embarrassment. But after seeing you smile—your real smile, not the fake nervous one—I was glad they came too.”

It was even more heartwarming that they’d shown up on their own accord—uninvited by Wyatt. “I don’t think they could ever embarrass me. It just means that they care enough to show up—let alone be the loudest ones in the crowd,” I laughed.

He laughed with me before cringing. “Just don’t tell them that because they’ll show up to everything and try to embarrass you—trust me,” he widened his eyes as if recalling a memory.

“I look forward to it.” I wrapped my arms around him and looked up at his handsome features. Delicious. “You have a slut in your phone,” I deadpanned, drastically changing the subject. My mind was too fuzzy to think of a smoother transition, and I didn’t feel like wasting time.

Wyatt’s eyes rounded for a moment before he chortled once. “What?” He grinned.

“Look at your camera roll, Cowboy,” I pushed. Reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, I was incredibly unsubtle about brushing my hand against his dick.

He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued and confused at the same time. “What did you do?” He speculated, catching onto my eagerness.

My only response was a smug grin as I looked to the side innocently.

Slowly looking away from me and at his phone, he clicked the screen a few times before his eyes widened to the size of saucers. “What—where is this?” He stammered over his words as he quickly looked over his shoulder, ensuring no one else could see his screen.

Giggling, I held my hand over my mouth as he scrolled a few times and zoomed in. A few seconds later, his attention shifted back to me. “That’s my bedroom at my parent’s house,” he realized.

“Mhm,” I nodded sarcastically. “Cowboy Wyatt!” I sang. “Do you not remember at all?”

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