Page 67 of Rock Giant
Ginny caught his gaze.Her sock was already wrinkled around her ankle.All he’d have to do to get it off her was pin her beneath him and use his toes to drag it off her foot.Easy peasy.He had both a weight and height advantage.
“Truce?”she mouthed at him and cast a glance at the other remaining players—Jodi and Nash were contorted around one another.Jodi’s delectable arse in the air, Nash all elbows and legs.There was a lot of grunting going on.
“’kay,” he mouthed back, already doubting the wisdom of the agreement.If he went after Nash, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that the game wouldn’t devolve into fisticuffs.Whereas, if he targeted Jodi, then…then Nash would likely see that as him making a move, and… bruises and bloodshed were inevitable.So, he was basically fucked whichever way he played things.He let Ginny dive into the melee first, before joining in.If things were going to kick off, they might as well happen now as later.
Goddammit, she was all curves and soft bits, and heat.Heat that spilled over him and rushed through his veins.It’d been ten days since he’d seen her.Ten days during which he’d been self-medicating with Ronnie’s concoctions because it was fucking miserable thinking of her and wondering if they’d ever get a happily ever after, or if his punishment for overstepping the mark would be eternal solitude.
“Don’t you dare.”Jodi turned her head and bared her teeth at him when he grasped her around the midriff.Sitting with his back to her he used his heels to drag the sock down her shin.She twisted relinquishing her all fours position over Nash, so she could kick free of Paul’s hold on her, while also drumming on his back with her forearms.
She smelled of autumn.
Nash, thinking he’d won a reprieve, succumbed to Ginny’s ingenuity.She clamped her teeth around the toe of his sock and lurching backwards, took it clean off his foot.Unfortunately, she also fell on her arse right in front of Jodi, who used her forearms to steal her already floppy sock.
That left just the two of them.No.Wait.Was it just the two of them?Ronnie smirked at him from his seat on the coffee table.The bugger was still sporting a sock and apparently taking a breather while the rest of them battled it out.
“That’s hardly engaging with the spirit of the game, Ron.”
“Tactics,” he responded.
Paul levelled a kick in his direction.
“Ow!”
“You could help,” Jodi said to Ronnie.“We’re supposed to be a team.”On her knees now, she was leaning over Paul’s shoulder, straining to reach his feet… his legs…some manner of purchase.Paul tucked his knees beneath him, and stood, lifting her up with him, so she was held in a reverse fireman’s lift.While she squirmed and kicked, Ronnie finished his drink.
“I’m gonna give you a countdown,” Spook told him.“Engage or I’m disqualifying you.”
“If I go for his ankles, he’ll fall over,” Ronnie protested.“I don’t think you should be making me do stuff that’ll risk my teamie being dropped on her head.”
“Then get him to put her down.”
“Yeah, man, put her down,” Nash added.He’d slithered back over to the sofa, where he was rubbing various sore spots.Someone handed him another beer.
“It’s the game, Nash,” his friends soothed him, patting various bits of him.
“He’s fucking feeling my girlfriend’s arse up.”
Actually, he had a grip on the seat of her pants so that she didn’t nosedive into his groin.Or fall.One of the two.
Ronnie started poking him.Nash rose from the sofa again, but Balin and Lee dragged him back into his seat.
“Do you want to end up on your head?”he said to Jodi.She wound an arm around his thigh.
Ronnie poked him again.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing woman?”Having anchored herself and obviously realised he wasn’t going to let her fall; she’d curled her fingers around the waistband of his leathers.A bit more wriggling, and she’d found his fly.
Do not.She was not going to unzip him.Fuck, she was.Button slid, motion and gravity did for the zip—with a little help from internal pressure.He did have his favourite goddess wriggling about in his arms, while undressing him.Ronnie seizing on the situation, assisted his teammate by pulling Paul’s leathers down to his ankles.Thankfully, he hadn’t gone commando today.
“You’re looking perky there, Paul,” Ash remarked.He pulled out his phone and took a picture of the three of them dancing about.“One for the band’s social media, me thinks.”
Paul swung around to scowl at him.“Post that at your peril, Mr Gore.My arse ends up on the internet, and—”
“Nobody’s arse is going on the internet.”Spook snatched Ash’s phone out of his hands and drummed him on the top of the head with it.“You can have it back when you’ve promised to be a good boy.”
“I liked you better when you didn’t fucking speak,” Ash moaned.“And I am never promisingyouI’ll be a good boy.”
“Now what’s your plan?”Paul asked an upside-down Jodi, who was still clinging to his thighs, and in increasing danger of slithering onto her face.He adjusted his grip on her arse, which did admittedly put his hand right over her crack, a place he’d like to visit in detail.
