Page 110 of When We Were Reckless
She pressed her lips together, and I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Pretty sure I’m the only one who can get itin thehole.”
Ignoring my comment, Quinn spun around and marched over to the chalk box Jude had drawn on the grass behind the opposing team’s board.
“Watch and learn, racer boy.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, and I watched her ass. No clue what the fuck she was doing—winding up her arm like she was on the pitcher’s mound while simultaneously shaking her ass—but hey, I wasn’t complaining. I enjoyed the view.
My gaze drifted to Jude on the opposite side, and he raised his brows.Eighteen? Really?
I knew he was thinking that because he’d cornered me right after dinner and questioned me. One of the reasons I hadn’t wanted to stay. I’d never hear the end of it now.
“Isn’t she a little young for you?” he asked.
“We’re just friends.”
“Just friends don’t look at each other like that.”
I hadn’t bothered asking how we looked at each other. I already knew the answer. It had been a summer of stolen glances, and every time I looked at Quinn, it got harder to drag my eyes away.
Quinn missed the shot. Wasn’t even close. The beanbag landed on the southernmost tip of Texas, somewhere around the mouth of the Rio Grande. “Almost had it,” I said. “Next time aim for something north of Amarillo. That way, you’ll have a better chance of getting itin the hole.”
She rolled her eyes. “We still get points.”
I wouldn’t count on it. Jude was up next. And like I said, the McCallisters were competitive beasts.
He aimed for Quinn’s bag, and big surprise, he managed to knock it off the board.
Noah sighed. “No points for us.”
“Really, Jude?” Lila said, smacking his arm.
He held up his hands. “That’s how the game is played.”
“God, you guys are the worst.”
“Like you’re any better,” Jude scoffed. Which was true. Lila was an honorary McCallister, had even lived with us after her mom died and her stepdad took off, and she’d always been just as competitive as the rest of us.
“Don’t worry. You’ll do better next time,” Noah told Quinn, giving her an encouraging pat on the back. “I hope,” he muttered under his breath.
Quinn didn’t do better with her next pitch, but the view was just as good, so I wasn’t complaining.
We lost the Cornhole Triple Crown to Jude’s team, but by the end of the game, Quinn managed to get a few ‘in the hole’ and did a little victory dance after each one. As did Lila whenever she scored. Noah, on the other hand, did victory laps and shouted, “We’re the champions!” every time he scored.
A bit premature, but I applauded his enthusiasm just the same.
Before we left, Lila pulled me aside and issued a warning. “Don’t break her heart, Jesse.”
I thought about her words on the drive home while Quinn sat in the passenger seat, her bare feet on the dash, her toenail polish the same color as the cherry popsicle in her hand. The consolation prize for the losing team.
The windows were open, and the breeze whipped her blonde hair around her face. My gaze kept drifting from the road to her lips wrapped around that popsicle and to her legs. Suntanned and toned, her calf muscles long and lean, skin silky and smooth. Two nights ago, they’d been wrapped around me while I’d rammed into her, her muscles clenching my hard cock, her nails scoring my skin, and my name ripped from her throat as we’d barreled into shared orgasms.
She leaned across the console and held the popsicle up to my lips, a little smile on her face as she looked up at me from underneath her dark lashes. “Want a lick?”
The way she said it sounded dirty. “Think you can getthatin the hole?”
She laughed, and then she shuddered. “No way. I prefer something hot and hard.”
“Like a sausage?” I teased, wrapping my lips around the popsicle and sucking on it.
