Page 38 of Double Play

“What about you?” he asks, lifting his chin in my direction. “If they think I’m you, you can’t go out there like that. And I don’t want you to leave without us.”

I peel off my robe, revealing a plain black hoodie and jeans. Reaching into my bag, I dig until I find the white hockey mask I packed, securing it over my face and pulling the hood up to hide any other features that may give me away. “I’ll stay in the corner and watch. Nobody will recognize me.” He works it out in his head for a moment, finally relenting and stripping out of his costume. He quickly changes into the new one, hiding himself behind it until there’s no trace of Jackson Blake left to be found. The only way anyone would even notice it’s him and not me is if they saw the lack of tattoos on his hands. But the sleeves on the robe are so long that he’d have to purposely pull them back for that to happen.

“You good?” I ask.

He looks down, smoothing the thick fabric with his hands and nodding in affirmation. “Yep. Let’s go.” Swinging the door open, he peeks into the hall before stepping out. I follow behind him by several feet, trying my best not to draw attention as we head back into the ballroom. He goes for the dance floor immediately while I nonchalantly walk to the far corner, finding an empty stool against the wall just as Jackson settles in behind Arden and puts his hands on her waist. She startles for a moment, relaxing as soon as she looks over her shoulder. Even from here, I can tell she thinks it’s me by the devious grin on her face, which blooms into something much softer when he leans down and whispers in her ear. She scans the room, but I duck down, not wanting anyone to wonder who I am. They need this moment just as much as I need to give it to them.

I quietly observe them for the next hour as they dance and laugh, Arden slyly lifting the very bottom of Jackson’s mask and pushing to her toes to kiss him every now and then as they blend into the crowd. She looks truly happy, and by the way his body is wrapped around her so comfortably, he is too.

When the party guests begin to slowly thin out, going home for the evening, I call for our car and sneak back out to the supply closet. Shoving his old costume into my bag, I zip it up and sling it over my shoulder, quickly shooting a text to our group chat before heading out the main doors with my mask still in place.

Arden Levine Fan Club Group Chat:

ME:

I’m going to wait for you guys in the car. No rush. Just come out when you’re done dry humping in front of our co-workers and making them think it’s me.

It takesa minute before a response comes through.

JACKSON:

Don’t worry. I showed them my dick, and since it doesn’t look like it got into a fight with a nail gun and lost, they figured it out.

ME:

If you’re jealous of my piercings, just say that. Your girlfriend certainly loves riding them every night.

ARDEN:

Do you two ever stop?

JACKSON:

No.

ME:

No.

ARDEN:

Be right out.

Ten minutes later, they’re climbing into the back of the car, Arden settling between the two of us. I reach forward, pressing the button to raise the privacy divider as the driver starts toward our building. As soon as we’re alone, Jacks and I remove our masks, inhaling deep breaths of the cool air that’s flowing around us.

“You kids have fun?” I ask, catching her gaze and giving her a playful wink.

“Mhmm.” She smiles, tilting her head toward her shoulder coyly and fluttering her long, dark lashes.Fuck, this girl is a showstopper.Unable to help myself, I lean in slowly until our mouths are just inches apart.

“Good.” I close the rest of the space between us, running my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens, granting me permission to taste her the way I’ve been dying to all night. As happy as I was to let Jackson have her full attention at the party, it was hard knowing I couldn’t just walk up and steal a quick kiss. I get why it’s so important to them to tell their parents what’s going on between the three of us. The sooner they do, the sooner we can go public and stop having to worry about who sees.

Bringing my hand up, I gently collar her throat, satisfaction flooding through my entire body when a deep moan works its way up and vibrates against my fingers. I love how responsive she is to being dominated, and it just makes me hungrier to see how much further we can push her limits.

It’s happening tonight.

“You going to let us fuck both of those pretty holes when we get home, baby?” Jackson whispers into her ear. I swear, it’s as if we share a brain when it comes to her. He always knows what I’m thinking before I even say it, and it just further solidifies the fact that she belongs with us both.

Her eyes light up, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she nods her head in affirmation. He drags his tongue along one side of her neck, while I dip down, nipping and sucking at the other. Her quiet whimpers fill the back of the car, and I place my palm over her mouth, muffling the needy sounds.

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