Page 12 of Counter Bet

He glances at me over the car roof before meeting her glare. “Is that a trick question?”

“What are you guys doing here?” I ask when I finally get my laughter under control.

Ben saunters my way with his hands in his pockets. His trademark smirk makes an appearance as he comes to a stop in front of me and swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. He drags his eyes down my body. “Steph messaged us.”

“I’m just bummed I’m too late for the spray painting party,” April groans, picking up a piece of gravel and throwing it at Josh. It hits him square in the back.

“You’re not too late.” Steph hands her a can, grinning like the evil devil on April’s shoulder. “Have at it.”

Ben scans his eyes over the big house and rubs his bottom lip with his thumb. “Looks like a big party. Want to crash it?”

The spray can hisses behind us.

“They will know this was our doing if we crash their party.”

“Babe.” He twirls a strand of my hair between his tattooed fingers. “Look around you. How many cameras do you think are facing us right now?”

I freeze. My eyes bounce between his. “Shit!”

How fucking stupid can we be. Of course, someone this rich has top-notch security installed.

Steph, the traitor, laughs. At least she has the decency to try and cover it with her hand. “You should see the look on your face!”

“What the fuck!” I blurt before I can stop myself. I glance at the path leading to the backyard and breathe a sigh of relief when it becomes evident that no jocks are going to rush us with pitchforks. I could strangle Steph right now.

She pats my cheek. “You really are cute!”

I swat her hand away, smiling. “Go ahead and laugh all you want.”

“How about we crash the party?” Ben asks.

I sweep my eyes over the parked cars in the driveway. The entire football team is here. Rick’s white Porsche is parked between two other sports cars. If he’s here, Emily is here too. She’s probably seated on his lap like some royal queen overseeing her court.

I push my tits against hers, and my eyes flit down to her lips.“Does Rick not fuck you hard enough?”

She grips hold of the hem of my black t-shirt and arches her back, pressing herself against me. Her tits strain in the confines of her expensive designer dress as a whimper slips past her lips.

Lips I long to taste.

“I wonder what Rick would say if I bent you over the sink and fucked you until you screamed my name?”

“I know that look,” Ben drawls. He grips my waist and pulls me flush to his body.

I look toward the top floor where the bedrooms are located. An idea is forming in my head. I do enjoy a good challenge, but to simply fuck the Princess isn’t enough of a challenge. She would bend over willingly at first chance. I need something a little bit more out there.

I admit that I am curious about her. She took me by surprise in the bathroom when she gripped my t-shirt and pressed herself against me instead of slapping my face in outrage, as most girls would do. What kind of darkness is hiding under her mask? She never stumbles, and the façade never slips. It’ll be fun to see just how far we can push her. It’s the perfect challenge to spice up the weekend.

“How about we play a little game?” I whisper, running my hands over his hard chest. His heat warms my palms through the fabric.

He takes his sweet time answering, watching my hands before gripping hold of my wrists with his calloused hands. His touch is firm, bordering on uncomfortable—a hint of the alpha male I know he is, especially between the sheets.

I trap our hands between us as I lean forward to trace my lips along his stubbled jaw. He likes to act indifferent, but the shiver running through him gives him away.

“Emily is here,” I whisper, nipping his jaw.

His grip on my wrists tighten.“Emily? The cheerleader?”

I tug on my wrists to no avail, smiling against his scratchy beard. “I’m going to fuck her boyfriend, Rick.”

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