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Beth was positive it was because Bootstrap couldn’t stop laughing and now had tears running down his face.

“Well, he’s going to be a smart one to have at your back,” Rose commented, which set off Bootstrap laughing again.

“He’s the grandson of one of my workers. She’s at her wit’s end because he keeps getting fired from every job. I’m trying to find a place for him, but the boy just lacks common sense. He’s a hard worker, though, and a people pleaser. Let’s play because we’re only prolonging the inevitable of Beth and Flick kicking our asses,” Brew grumbled.

Flick laughed as the time ran out for Rose and Bootstrap to get their question correct.

“Oh my gosh, old man. Have your brain cells all left? It wasFriends,the television show,” Rose sniped.

“Don’t call me old man. How was I to knowfreeballingwas supposed to meanFriends? I haven’t watched the show,” Bootstrap replied.

“Yeah, I didn’t factor in TV not being a thing when you were younger. Did you walk uphill in the snow to your little one-room schoolhouse? Was the bathroom an outhouse?” Rose questioned.

Flick quieted his laughter only because he didn’t want to miss Bootstrap’s reply. Rose was a decent amount younger than Bootstrap, but she was definitely exaggerating.

“Woman, I’m going to give you some leeway tonight because everyone is enjoying the drinks, but let’s remember whose clubhouse you’re in. Got it?” Bootstrap grumbled, glaring at Rose.

Flick decided to deescalate this and refocus the group. “Hey, let’s take a break to refill drinks and snacks. And then Beth and I will finish kicking your asses after the break.”

Beth stood up and brushed by him, her ass brushing his arm. She’d gone cold on him after lying on the couch in her camisole and tiny panties. He stood up and followed her into the kitchen. She pulled a couple of trays of snacks out of the refrigerator.They’d ordered trays because none of them had wanted to try to cook in the kitchen that was less than perfect. After she laid them on the counter, she brushed by him again.

“I need the bathroom. Do you want to take those in?” she asked, then the minx slid her fingers over his zipper, brushing his hardening cock. He’d been wondering if he’d imagined the brushes of her body against him this week, but nope, he was positive the little minx had done it all on purpose.

She’d acted like they were back to being best friends, but other times, she’d lightly brushed against him, and he’d wondered if it was an accident. He’d taken himself in hand so many times this week in the shower that his dick was sore from all the rubbing.

She might be his best friend, but he’d had plenty of time to think during the last four days. He wanted more, and he was tired of waiting around for her to make a move.

Game on, baby. Game on.

Flick followed behind her and waited until she opened the bathroom door, then he crowded close to her, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Flick,” Beth’s breathy voice saying his name had him imagining her beside him in bed after he’d pleased her, but they didn’t have time for that right now.

He turned her around, sliding his hand into her thick hair.

“You’ve fucking teased me for the last four days. Brushing up against me. Time to pay the piper,” Flick said, claiming her lips. Beth didn’t resist but opened her mouth, and Flick was in heaven.

His blood rushed to his dick, and Flick could swear he could almost feel his heart beating behind his zipper. He didn’t have time to have her the way he wanted, but he had time to make her think about him later.

He trailed kisses down her neck while divesting her of her jeans. He didn’t need them all off, just far enough down to reach what he wanted.

With her jeans and panties around her ankles, Flick lifted Beth onto the counter.

“Oh,” she said.

“A little cold?” he asked. “Let’s see if we can warm you up.”

He slid her legs open and tilted her back against the mirror. Getting down on his knees, he stared up at her.

“I’m going to taste this pussy until you come. You’re going to keep from screaming so no one comes to check on us. Can you do that?” he asked, smirking at Beth’s chest heaving, her hardened nipples poking against her bra and T-shirt.

At her nod of consent, he slid a finger lightly in the crease of her leg, then touched her lips, opening her up to him. Her intake of breath had him rubbing his nose against her pussy. He could get drunk on the smell of her. He blew a breath against her little clit, pink and ready for him to savor. She shivered.

His first taste of her was addicting. He’d eaten pussy before, but something about Beth had him knowing this was the last one he’d ever taste. The fresh, clean scent of her had him squirming, wishing he had time to sink inside her. Instead, he pressed his heel against his cock, then licked and sucked, figuring out what she liked by her breathy moans and the way she squirmed. He’d been circling her opening with his finger and lightly lapping everywhere around her clit but not touching it.

“Flick, please,” she moaned.

He tapped against her leg, pushing her legs up and wider.

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