Page 33 of Of Pranks and Passion

“When’s her birthday?” Easton queried.

Ooh… If we could somehow ruin Brienna’s birthday, I think I could die happy. I never got to have a party and even the cake on my birthday had to be in the flavors and colors Brienna wanted. Bringing my grungy tattooed boyfriend to one of her fancy parties would make my year.

“November 30th. She always has a big party. I’m usually expected to serve food and stuff, but this will be the first year I don’t have to. They can’t make me since I no longer live at home.”

Easton smirked. “You’re bouncing. You like the idea?”

“Yes.” I nodded sharply. “Even just showing up with a boyfriend would piss her off.”

“We’d need to be prepared for her to retaliate,” Coach cautioned. He had a point. Brienna wouldn’t take me crashing her party well, even if I did something as simple as showing up with Easton.

“Or… maybe not.” Chuckles looked mischievous. “How fancy are these parties, exactly?”

Pursing my lips, I thought about it. “Pretty fancy. Not black tie, but it’s not as simple as going to dinner with family and having cake. Last year, my parents rented out the whole terrace of a popular restaurant, and Brienna invited all her friends. She’s still pretty popular.”

I didn’t see how people were blind to how awful she was, but I stopped asking that question years ago. It didn’t matter.

Chuckles raised an eyebrow at Easton. It seemed like they were having a silent conversation, and Easton looked annoyed at whatever it was about. He made an irritated sound and looked away, which must have meant he lost the silent argument, because Chuckles grinned wildly.

“Showing up at your sister’s party with a badass like Phantom would be epic. But it would be even more epic if he showed up in a fancy suit. Spoiled chicks are always looking for a man to take care of them. When she sees you got him instead, she’ll be furious.”

I wrinkled my nose at that idea. “I don’t want him to pretend to be someone else. He’s great like he is.”

Easton stiffened, and when I glanced at him, he looked stunned. I frowned. “What’d I say?”

Shoving his chair out, he grabbed my elbow, hauling me out of my seat. “We’ll be back later.”

Taken off guard, I couldn’t do anything but follow him and try to keep myself from face planting. He was moving faster than I could keep up with, and his grip on my arm threw me off balance. He dragged me out the front door, ignoring the jeers from his friends, and went straight for his car.

I must’ve said something to piss him off if he was bringing me home already. I just couldn’t figure out what I did. Did he think I was insulting him by saying he couldn’t wear a suit?

“I forgot my backpack…” I murmured, stumbling when he came to a halt beside his car.

“We’ll get it later.”

I thought we’d get in his car, but he pulled me around it, out of the sight of the main door, and shoved me against it on the other side. I gasped, fisting his shirt, and made a muffled sound of surprise when his mouth collided with mine.

“Mmph!”

It was frantic and demanding, like he was trying to brand himself on me. I was a little worried about being up against his car, not wanting to scratch or even smudge the paint, but I quickly forgot where I was when Easton’s thigh pressed between my legs, giving me something to grind on.

My moan was loud in the quiet parking lot, only muffled by Easton’s mouth on mine. My hips moved without any forethought as I chased the pleasure he offered. I was intimately aware that I had no underwear on and things would end poorly if I didn’t at least try to hold myself back. Luckily, Easton wasn’t looking to make me come in my pants again. While one hand gripped my hair tightly, the other snaked between us, jerking open the button on my jeans.

Were we going to have sex outside?

The thought flitted through my head, but I couldn’t be bothered to stop him. It felt too good, and it was too fast and intense to give me a chance to get nervous about it. I gasped and moaned when Easton’s hand disappeared into my pants, stroking me. Ripping my mouth away from his, I whimpered out a warning.

“Easton…”

“I love how responsive you are,” he growled against my ear. “I want to fuck you every way I can think of, just to see your reactions.”

Hot. So freaking hot. I nodded emphatically, thrusting my erection into his hand. Anything he wanted to try, I was game for. I wasn’t wasting the opportunity to explore.

A small whine escaped when he relaxed his grip on me. He chuckled, totally enjoying torturing me. The jerk. I wanted to get payback somehow, but I was too overwhelmed, completely at his mercy as his hand delved down the back of my pants. But when he brushed over my hole, it wasn’t the pleasant painfrom before that rocked through me. I hissed, jerking away, and Easton froze.

“Sore?”

I nodded, my cheeks bright red. I felt the ache, but I didn’t realize that meant I couldn’t have more sex. Now we were both worked up for nothing. Guilt ate at me for not saying anything sooner until Easton lifted my chin with his knuckle.

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