Page 15 of Counter Bet

Matt stares incredulously at the green thing in his hands as if it holds the answers.

Josh pops back up with a grocery bag in his hands. He takes the plant, puts it in the bag, and gestures to the doorway. “Unless you want souvenirs too—let’s go.”

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Emily is dancing. I’m getting antsy. It’s a matter of time until someone walks outside and discovers what we did to Jamie’s car. I don’t want to be here when that happens.

Emily’s eyes are locked on mine as she gyrates her hips in time to the beat. There’s something very intimate about it, as if she’s dancing solely for me.

What’s going on inside that pretty head of hers? She’s toying with me. That much is obvious, and so to throw her off her game, I place two spread fingers over my lips and flick my tongue between them, mimicking oral sex.

The dim lighting can’t hide her blushing cheeks as they flame red. She throws me a venomous glare.

Laughter bubbles up inside of me. My shoulders shake against Ben’s hard chest behind me.

He wraps his arms around my midriff. “Rick has not been able to tear his eyes off her for the last half hour.” His hot breath wafts over my neck. “He’s readjusted his hard-on at least three times. It’s showtime soon.”

I look over to where Rick sits perched on the couch. He palms the visible bulge in his jeans.

My clit throbs.

“Well, well,” Ben drawls against the sensitive skin below my ear, running his fingers up my arms. My skin erupts in goosebumps. “Looks like the alcohol has loosened his ambitions. Maybe he’s not quite the good boy everyone thinks he is.”

I turn in his arms and palm his hard dick through the fabric of his jeans. I’m not the only one affected by our games. “Who’s insatiable now?” I smile, squeezing his hard length.

He grunts, grabbing my ass possessively.

“Does the idea of Rick ramming his dick down my throat turn you on?” My voice drips like honey. I lean in and sink my teeth in his neck hard enough to make him hiss through his clenched teeth.

He fists my hair, slamming his mouth to mine. He’s not gentle, and neither am I. Our tongues duel for dominance.

Emily is watching us. I know because her intense eyes burn my back.

When her tied-down angel wings finally erupt from her back, they’ll be black as night.

Ben breaks away, lifting his chin. “It’s showtime. Are you ready to dethrone the royals?” Flashing a devilish grin, he gives my ass one last squeeze.

“Watch this space.” I follow Rick and Emily upstairs.

Rick pulls her along behind him, adjusting the front of his jeans. Emily’s blonde hair falls down her back in soft curls, and her hips sway seductively. I suppress a tortured groan as I trail my eyes over her ass.

As I reach the stairs, I grip the banister and glance over my shoulder. My friends are watching me with matching grins and dollar signs in their eyes. I flip them the bird.

I ascend the stairs. Rick and Emily enter one of the bedrooms further down in the hallway. They haven’t noticed me yet.

I sneak along the wall like I’m in a spy movie until I find a bathroom and lock myself inside. It’s a spacious room with a twin sink, a claw tub, and a walk-in shower.

You’re considered lucky in my part of town if you have a shower, never mind a showeranda separate bathtub.

I inspect my make-up and hair in the mirror. Ben didn’t do too much damage outside on Jamie’s hood. I reapply my purple lipstick, push my boobs up, and run my fingers through my black hair.

I look nothing like Emily, the golden girl, dressed in my favorite leather skirt, combat boots, and fishnet hold-up stockings.

I take a deep, steadying breath and open the bathroom door.

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