Page 112 of Scrimmage

Ashland screams and fights while Penny and I repeatedly smash her with the cake until she’s choking and laughing and there’s nothing left.

Alexi rolls off, laughing so hard he can’t breathe. “Fuck, I wanted cake.”

Ashland scrapes some off of her face and shoves it into his mouth. I start laughing, instantly becoming a target. She grabs more and tackles me while Penny is crying laughing on the floor. I pin her down with her hands above her head.

Penny wipes her tears and ends up smearing icing across her face, giving us a pointed look. “We should shower. Come on, Lex. We have two bathrooms. I’ll grab some clothes. We have a lot that should fit you ‘cause Ashland is a thief.”

She helps Alexi up, disappearing down the hallway. The second I hear a door shut I feel my dick get hard.

“You look fucking filthy, baby girl,” I growl into her ear. “Let me clean you up.” I lick the side of her face.

“I always knew you were a dog,” she squeals, trying to get out of my hold. Her legs wrap around my waist and in one fluid motion she flips me over. “I didn’t realize you were really into cake,” she teases.

“You should have known.” I dig my fingers into her hips. “You taste just like it.”

Her teal eyes are full of fire as she licks her lips.

“Here, let me show you.” I take one of my hands and shove my fingers into her mouth, pushing them down her throat.

She sucks the frosting off and closes her eyes. “Penny makes the best cake."

I lift my hips grinding against her, and her eyes pop open.

“Am I interrupting something?” Alexi smirks from the hallway.

Ashland tumbles off of me. “Just making sure Koda got a good mouthful.”

Alexi chokes. “Yeah? Of what?”

“Fuck off, Alexi,” I growl, sitting up.

“Shower is free. I’ll start cleaning up. Unless you would like to do the honors,” he says to me, biting his cheek. “Looks fuckingfilthyin here, and I know how much you love that shit.”

Ashland bursts into laughter and saunters down the hallway. I shove Alexi into the living room and grab the back of her neck, pulling her into me. “Where do you think you’re going, slut?”

“To shower, Golden Boy.”

I can’t pass up the opportunity. “Not without me.”

She rolls her eyes as I follow her into something that resembles an art studio. She flicks the light on and makes her way into the bathroom, stripping off my hoodie and stepping out of the socks, dropping them onto the floor in a path until she’s naked. She turns in the doorway and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Coming?”

I follow her, and lean against the counter.

“We probably have five minutes before the hot water runs out.” She closes the curtain in my face.

“It’s fine. I take cold showers.”

“Ugh, what a fucking weirdo.”

“Wakes me up,” I argue.

“You can leave, ya know,” she says nonchalant. “I know you hate this.”

“What? You think I’m too good to enjoy Barbie?”

“I’m sure you have better things to do.”

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