Page 55 of Hate the Game (Playing Dirty #1)

***Savannah***

Dinner plans had morphed somewhere along the way, and now we were scarfing down greasy burgers at a drive-in while a corny eighties horror flick lit up the screen.

And I was in Heaven. We’d all piled into the bed of Jax’s truck and we were squeezed in tight.

The temperature was dropping but the amazing amount of body heat they put out was helping to keep me warm.

Cole winced as one of the characters on screen was murdered. “Jesus. If I ever fall into a horror movie I’m just going to offer myself up to be killed first thing. I can’t fucking stand the idea of someone chasing me.”

Jax snorted. “You have people chasing you nonstop during games.”

“Yeah, and sometimes I want to roll over there, too.” He leaned into me and eyed my burger. “You gonna finish that?”

I shoved the last two bites into my mouth and stared at him with chipmunk cheeks. Ryder was on my other side and he shocked the hell out me when he reached over and pried my lips open. He pulled out half of what was in my mouth and threw it over the side of the truck.

“You’re going to choke yourself. And I’m not going back to campus early because you died over a burger.”

Jax and Cole laughed so loud and hard that the car closest to us honked and yelled for us to shut the hell up. I barely managed to swallow my bite before I erupted in giggles, too.

“I may not go back to campus at all. It took me months to get rid of the glitter they used last year. If there’s more glitter after the fit I threw last year I refuse to play for this god forsaken team for one more day.

” He was so cranky about the room redecorating that he’d been grumbling about it nonstop.

“I bet you looked super cute with glitter all over you, though.” I batted my eyelashes at him and then gasped when he flicked his ice water at me. “Hey! I’m already cold, jerk!”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He scooped me up and slid into my spot, putting me back down, but in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and huffed in satisfaction. “There.”

Jax jumped down and when he came back he had a blanket. He settled in the spot Ryder had vacated and tossed the blanket over all of us. “Better?”

“Are you going to ask him if that’s his come blanket?” Cole teased even as he adjusted the blanket to make sure it was covering me.

“Excuse me?” Jax’s lip curled. “Come blanket?”

“Cole kept a come blanket in his truck and tried to make me lay on it.” I squealed when he poked me in the side. “Hey! No poking me like I’m the Pillsbury dough boy.”

“No telling people I have a come blanket then.” His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted in a smirk. I knew he was going to say something terrible before he even opened his mouth. “Well. I guess I do now…”

Ryder’s arms tightened around me as I did my best not to squirm. They were all making comments about the things we’d done together like it was no big deal. Had they been sharing notes? Jesus, that thought was horrifying.

I stared straight ahead at the movie but reached over to slap Cole’s chest. “Idiot.”

We joked around for a bit and watched the movie for a bit before Ryder shifted and pressed his hand over my stomach. “Did you go to Texas?”

I blew out a shallow breath and remembered that I was wearing shapewear. No wonder I was struggling to relax. “I did. It was awful so I came right back. Um. I need to do something. Could y’all close your eyes?”

Jax shot me a funny look. “What the hell could you need to do that we can’t see?”

“None of your business.” I shifted in Ryder’s lap and decided the blanket was cover enough.

I wiggled around and grunted as I fought to get the shapewear off.

It wasn’t pretty but when I finished, I could breathe again.

I could also feel a very hard erection pressing into my ass.

I threw the shapewear to the other end of the truck bed. “Thank fuck. I can breathe.”

“What the fuck was that?” Cole moved to grab it but I snapped my arm out to stop him.

“It’s nothing.”

“Were those your panties?” Jax was too fast for me to stop him and the next thing I knew he was holding up my shapewear and staring back at me with raised eyebrows. “What the hell is this?”

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. “I hate y’all. That’s called shapewear! Assholes.”

“What the hell is a shapewear?” Ryder ran his hand over my stomach again. “Where was it?”

“Oh, my god. I was wearing it. It holds things in and makes your body more snatched.” I could see they still didn’t get it. “It makes you look less fat!”

Jax scowled at the fabric like it’d personally insulted him. “Fuck that. You’re perfect. And it makes it hard for you to breathe? No. This thing is going in the trash.”

“Don’t you dare! That was expensive and it’s the most comfortable one I own.”

“You own more than one?” Cole scoffed. “I say we burn them all.”

I grabbed Ryder’s hand and pushed it harder into my stomach. “See? It’s pudgier now. If I have to wear a tight dress I need that devil contraption to look put together.”

“You’re softer now and I like it. I was worried you had gas before because your stomach felt rock hard.”

I was going to die of embarrassment. “You thought I had gas.”

Cole and Jax were cracking up again. Ryder seemed like he didn’t understand what was funny.

“What? I was worried about you. I was seconds from suggesting we go to the pharmacy and get some Gas-X.” He gripped my waist and squeezed. “This is so much nicer.”

“Yeah, cause you’re not worried I’m going to fart on you!” I crossed my arms and huffed. “This is humiliating.”