Page 44 of Player Problems

Her whole face brightens when Wells, dressed as Frosted Flakes, comes into view. I recognize Beau at his side, or should I say Lucky Charms tonight, and I’m almost positive the Cheerios is James. Maybe I’ll actually be able to put a face to the name now.

“Ahh,” I say. “The milk makes more sense now.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Leave it to Wells to figure out a way to match both his housemates and me while making sure we all stay on theme.”

We come up behind whoever Wells is talking to just as he smacks the guy in the shoulder. “You said your costume was ready.”

A familiar voice responds, “What’s more classic than McDonald’s french fries?”

I roll my eyes even as Isla giggles at my side by the frustrated sigh Wells expels. James and Beau trade amused looks at both Baylor and Wells’ expense. “We agreed classic cereals, you dickhead!” Wells flicks Baylor in the forehead and I catch Baylor’s sheepish shrug as we join their circle.

“I eat fries for breakfast?”

Wells pulls Isla into his side as soon as she’s within touching distance and I smirk at how adorable they look together. His face brightens as everyone laughs when they notice the black “Got Milk?” written across her white slip dress.

“You two almost make me want to give up my single lifestyle,” Beau teases, making Isla blush.

“You’re a dickhead,” I whisper to Baylor as everyone turns their attention to Isla and Wells. “And his name is Potato, not french fries.”

His delighted grin when he faces me tells me everything I need to know about his costume. “Did you intentionally ignore your house’s outfit to fuck with me or was that just a happy accident?”

Baylor’s eyes rove over my costume and a guilty expression takes away some of his satisfaction. “That part was an accident.” He points at Wells. “He nags a lot and I tune out half of what he says.” Wells flips him off, not even drawing his eyes away from Isla for a second as he does. “I just heard breakfast and thought I could make fries work. Two birds, ya know?”

I can’t help but laugh as his eyes linger on my legs. “You really are a dickhead.”

He raises a brow at me. “Surprised you went with ghost,” he drawls slowly. “I had pictured something a little sexier.”

“The fishnets and boots make it sexy,” I argue, showing off my leg under the sheet I cut up in my very classic ghost costume. “Plus, I’m not just any ghost.” I’m thankful Baylor can’t see my face under my costume or there’s no way he would take the bait.

Just my tone is enough to make him suspicious, but he still asks, “Oh, you’re not?”

“Of course, not.” I lift my arms, spreading the sheet out for him to get a good view. “I’m the kind that haunts your dreams.” I turn on my heel for him to see what’s written on the back.

His responding cackle makes heat spread through my belly and down my limbs. Once again, I’m thankful no one can see the no doubt, ridiculous looking grin spreading across my own face. Baylor’s hand lands on my ass in a resounding smack as he pulls me back into his chest.

“Hey,” I protest, rubbing my ass. “That kind of hurt.” And made me horny.

“Want me to kiss it better, my little whorror?” His hands slide under my sheet, playing with the fishnet leggings as he moves up my thighs. “No shorts?” he asks, surprised. “You are a little whorror.”

I step into his body, relaxing against the toned muscles of his chest and abs, warmth suffusing me the closer I get. His fingers continue to play with the holes in my tights, gently tugging as his fingertips brush against my skin. “You like it.”

Baylor moves his hand a little higher, making me shift on my legs. “Your clever pun?” His fingers stroke over the front of my panties, enough pressure to let me know he’s there, but not enough to really feel. “Or the easy access?”

Glancing around us, I notice all of our friends have dispersed. Baylor and I are in our own little bubble, hidden not by solitude, but by the anonymity that can only be found at the center of a crowd of nameless faces. I push my ass back into him, feeling him harden against me. “Obviously both.” I wasn’t about to waste a rare Friday night off. Especially not when I know the crazy schedule I have ahead of me next week in order to make Kanyon’s game.

“If this sheet wasn’t covering your face, I’d kiss you right now.” Lust sends rapid rolls of pleasure through my body, making my stomach feel like my ovaries are doing a little victory dance inside of me.

I tilt my head up and Baylor leans down for me to whisper in his ear. “I can’t take it off,” I admit, my delight creeping into my voice. This time, I don’t wait for him to take the bait and continue on my own. “It’s not only shorts I forgot to put on.”

Laugher slips past my lips at the way Baylor’s whole body twitches, his hand abandoning my thigh to creep higher, seemingly uncaring that he’s about to give anyone looking a nice view. A moan reverberates through his chest and makes my body vibrate with excitement as he finds what he’s looking for. Mynipples peak and his hand cups one breast and squeezes before quickly releasing me and pulling his hand away from me. Before disappointment can even begin to form, his other hand clutches mine and begins to drag me behind him.

We slip past a group of people as he pulls me into a bathroom and slams the door behind us, locking it in one smooth move. “Couldn’t even take me to your room?”

“Hell no.” His dark voice, full of his desire, makes my own flare higher. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

My body tenses. I’ve never liked being called that and it’s even more disgusting to me now after that note. I don’t find anything about it sweet or sexy. “I’m not known for being good.” I force myself to respond with the air of casualness expected from me.

Baylor doesn’t notice, or expected me to not be fond of the name, because he doesn’t hesitate in gripping my hips to pull me against him before putting force on my back to make me bend over. “Of course you’re not, because you’re not a good girl,” he agrees, his hands gripping my fishnet tights and ripping them. “That’s why I’m going to bend you over in a bathroom and fuck you like a whore.”

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