Page 42 of The Lie
“I know she is. She’s probably gonna be my stepsister when Coach finally asks my mom to marry him. So, fuck you, dude. I was just asking if she wanted to go in the hot tub. She’s been in mine the past couple of days. Said it relaxes her body and shit.” He shoves me back.
Oh, fuck. How could I forget that? He’s right, their parents look very cozy. It’s just a matter of time before they get married.
I take another shot and shake my head. Last one. No more, or I’ll be wasted like Asher is. And I don’t intend on being drunk…I have plans. With Mila.
“Yeah, sorry. The way I heard it…I guess it just didn’t sound like a step-brotherly comment.” Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. He did say “strip off,” I’m sure of it. That’s not normal, right?
Walker wraps his arm around my shoulder and sloshes some beer on my feet. Fuck, not on my Jordan 4 Black Cats. This is their first night out.Fucker.
“Oh, no. You heard that right. Asher here has a hard-on for Mila something fierce. But don’t worry, she cockblocked him straight up. And me.”
Don’t worry. What. The. Fuck. Asher doesn’t even deny it. He’s got a stupid grin on his face.
“Fucking stay away from her, Asher,” I growl lowly to him. No idea why I’m suddenly so worried that Mila would leave me for him. I’ve been worked up since the game tonight. Maybe I just need some sleep.
He puts his hands up and sways again. “We do family dinner and shit. It’s all good. It’s true she cockblocked me from the get go. It’s cool with me. The whole Garden of Eden thing, she said.”
“The what?”
I watch as Asher stumbles into a chair and drops his red cup and watch as the contents empty onto the ground.
Walker chuckles beside me. “The forbidden fruit. Mila’s off-limits, so it makes her more desirable to Asher. He wants her only because he can’t have her. You get me?” Walker fills me in, and Asher just shrugs.
Well, fuck. What do I do with that?
Mila crooks her finger at me, and I follow her down to the basement. There’s a whole gaming room down here, but it’s empty of partygoers; the rest of the party’s upstairs.
“You beckon, and I come.” I smirk as I back her up against the pool table. She squeaks in surprise, and I wink down at her.
Lifting her up, I place her on the edge of the pool table. I cup her face gently and lean into her neck, inhaling. “God, Mila, you smell so good.” My tongue traces up the nape of her neck, and I place a kiss just under her ear. Pulling back, I look at her and she chuckles.
“I got the soft and gentle Hunter tonight?” She licks her lips, and I run my thumb over them.
“Well, we've both been drinking, and I don’t want to take advantage of my girlfriend. I need to know where your head’s at.”
“Let’s just say, if you needed me to drive home right now, I’m good to go.”
I pull my face from hers and look into her eyes. “You haven’t been drinking?”
She shakes her head. I thought she had a beer earlier. My mistake. “Well, you can take all the advantage of me you want. I’ve had a couple, but I’m fine. Not driving fine but fucking fine.”
She cracks up with a deep belly laugh. “Fucking fine,” she repeats, snorts and giggles erupting. “That’s gonna be my new favorite phrase.”
I run my hands along the waistband of her jeans, snaking my hands up under her t-shirt. She does the same to me, feeling the hard plains of my abs. I flex a little under her touch and she groans.
“God, you’re so hot. Smart and funny. You’re the whole package,” she purrs.
Mila tips her head back as I run my hand between her breasts. She closes her eyes, and I use it to my advantage. I pull her tee up, exposing her red bra and breasts. I kiss between her cleavage, one on each tit, and place small licks and kisses up the column of her throat, then her chin, until my mouth lands on her lips. She gasps, our mouths against each other, and her tongue dances with mine.
I press my chest against hers, and she lets out a loud moan.
“Get a room,” Walker says from behind, startling us both. We pull away just enough so I can see Walker and not expose Mila to him. He’s grinning at us. I flip him the bird, and he chuckles. “Or use my pool table. Whatever floats your boat.”
Reaching behind me, I grab one of the pool balls. I roll it, and it smacks into a few others.
Mila sighs into my chest. “Getting a room is the best idea.”
“Lead the way, babe.” I smack her on the ass and she jumps. I watch the glint in her eyes. She likes it when I spank that perfect ass.
