Page 168 of Wrong Pucking Player

There’s that competitiveness coming out to play, his stubborn nature I’ve dealt with time and time again. I’d never admit how much I love our banter. How I enjoy the way we fight before the rest of the world that sees us as enemies.To hate one another on the outside but be so sexually charged behind closed doors.

“If I have to dry hump you to get my answer, I will,” I forewarn, but it only kindles a glint of excitement in his hooded eyes while a sly smirk graces his pink lips.

His hands are back to gripping my waist, forcing me to stop and further press me down on his groan just so I can feel his hardness that’s surely yearning for a nice pulsing ride.

God, I’d love to ride that pierced goodness.

“I for one know you’re not dry down there, Andrews.”

This sexy voice of his will be the bane of my existence.

“It doesn’t matter,” I defend. “All that matters is that you answer my question.”

“You’ll have to earn that, Andrews. I doubt you can handle it, though.”

“Watch me,” I’m falling for whatever bait he’s setting up for me, but I’m up for the challenge.

I can win this.

YOU’RE FEMINITY IS BEAUTIFUL

~MACKENZIE~

“Whoever comes first loses.” He sets out the challenge. “I lose, you get your answer.”

“And if I lose?”

I’m sure he’s going to ask me to do something stup—

“I want my name tatted on your left ass cheek.”

I choke on my own saliva.

“What?” I gasp between coughs before I lean over to emphasize my next point with wide eyes. “TATTOO MY ASS CHEEK?! With your name?”

This man is a walking red flag with green flags hidden along this crazed path called life.

And I fucking love it.

“Scared?”

“I’m fucking wet at the mere idea,” I confess and actually debate whether it’s worth winning at this point.

“You’re actually considering it.” He’s baffled.

Wide eyes, jaw-dropping baffled.

“Can you imagine? Your name on my ass? O.M.G. I know the perfect spot. Like right under. Low enough that when I wear booty shorts, everyone and their damn mothers can see your na—” I cut off because of two things.

One, Oscar’s sitting up again and stilling my body from wiggling, and two…

“Did your cock twitch just now?” I barely felt the movement, especially when his cock is pressed tightly against his boxers, but I swear I’m not hallucinating.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You really want me to lose.”

“No, I don—” My words are cut off by his lips, the two of us sharing a fervent exchange as our lips explore the other’s mouth.

His hands are moving, rising along the sides of my waist, up my ribs, and back down.

---