Page 90 of Ice Bet

“I’m folding.” Taytum slapped the cards down to the table. “I’ve gotta go anyway. I’m supposed to be up early.”

“For what?” Ford shifted his attention to her, and I took the opportunity to move closer to Riley. I cleared my throat before putting my hand on her thigh under the table. Two hours was long enough. This game needed to end.

“The bigs are waking up early and making shirts for the game with the littles.”

“Cheering for the football players now, are we?Interesting.” Ford was poking her, but Taytum didn’t fall for it. She ignored him and looked over at Riley and Sutton. “If you girls want to come to the game tomorrow, text me. You can sit with us. Claire is coming too.”

Emory grunted from the couch at his sister’s statement. “Theo ain’t letting that happen.”

“As if Claire is going toletTheo tell her what to do.”

“You sure about that?” Ford asked.

Everyone on campus knew that our team captain was totally obsessed with his roommate/fake girlfriend. His actions spoke louder than words, and the fact that he almost showed up late for one of our games because he was with her proved that they had a secret of their own.

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” Taytum asked, batting her eyelashes at Ford.

Sutton snorted at their bickering.

I stared at Ford’s lip twitching as I dragged my finger up Riley’s thigh. Her quick glance in my direction was like the sting of a bee, but I pretended to be as interested in Ford and Taytum’s arguing as Sutton was.

Ford threw his cards down, and he lifted an eyebrow in Taytum’s direction. “You know what, I’m folding too. In fact, I might just head to Rush’s. I bet the party is still going on.”

Emory popped up from the couch. “I’ll go with you. After that game, I could use a reward, if you know what I mean.”

Taytum gagged.

Riley squeezed her legs together when I gripped the inside of her thigh. My pinkie brushed against the zipper of her jeans, and my dick twitched at the sound of her shallow breathing.

Ford snapped his fingers. “You know what, you’re right, Em.” He popped up and looked at Taytum but directed his statement at Emory. “Let’s go find a few rewards, shall we?”

I pulled my hand away at the last second, and I swore I heard Riley’s pout.

“Besties…” Taytum mused, slowly rising from her seat. “Are you up for a party?”

Ford’s growl caught my ear, and I chuckled.

Emory crossed his arms over his puffed chest. “You’re not coming.”

“You’re not her boss,” Sutton said, linking arms with Taytum. “Or mine.”

Emory glared at Sutton. “I don’t care if you go, but Taytum doesn’t need to go.”

“I agree.” Ford pushed off from the table and walked to the bar to grab his keys. “Let’s go, Em.”

“We’re coming.” Taytum stomped after her brother and stole the keys out of Ford’s hand. “And I’m driving.”

Emory didn’t catch his cheeky smile, but I did.

Ford wanted her to go all along.

“Are you coming, Ry?”

“She absolutely isn’t,” I answered for her. “Word has it that Gray Loretto is there.”

Riley was perturbed by this. “He’s still on campus?”

Emory leaned down in between us and looked me right in the eye. “Then you’re staying put.”

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