Page 6 of Play Fake

“Whiskey dick?” she whispers, her lower lip rolling into a partial pout.

“Something like that,” I answer. More like whiskey rimmed pale green eyes with little flecks of amber in them. Eyes that seem to light up when she’s most pissed at me. A little fucking dress that sparkles in the moonlight and looks so damn out of place on her I can’t stop thinking about it. And a mouth that won’t fucking quit. Insulting me, most of the time… but still. A mouth I want to explore. Taste. A body I wish I could touch—

“That’s okay. I’m more than willing to put the work in.” Holly winks at me, and runs her fingers back up my thigh, redirecting my attention back to her and the game at hand.

“Tell me the rules.” I wrap my arm around her and slide forward on the chair, swigging the last of my beer before I get ready to play.

I set the empty bottle up on the shelf out of the way. It’s one of the craft beers Mac keeps hidden in the back of the fridge for the only one of us I’ve ever seen her look at with interest.

“You in this round, Prescott?” Our running back, J.B. nods from me to the round of shots he’s pushing forward.

“You fucking bet.” I nod for him to pass them and watch as his eyes rake over Holly’s long legs when he does.

* * *

A few hourslater and I’m well and truly wasted from the game, struggling to stay focused as I try to beat the last few competitors left in the round. The party’s fading fast now it’s the wee hours of the morning, and there’s only a handful of us still left.

“Hey man,” Liam’s voice calls over the back of my chair, and I look up at him. “I’m gonna stay here. Help the girls clean up in the morning cause the place is pretty trashed. You want me to call you a ride or something?”

Liam was my DD tonight and had planned to drive us home in my truck. I hate to leave it here and staying would also mean I could help clean and get another glimpse of her.

“No, he’s staying here. Right, Way?” Holly grinds her ass against my lap.

“Yeah. I’ll just stay, man. Then we can drive home in the morning. I can help clean up.”

“All right. If you’re sure?” Liam’s eyes dart to Holly and back to me. A second unspoken question passing between us.

“I’m good.”

“All right. I’ll be upstairs then.”

I nod, and he takes off toward the dining room where I can see Olivia already disappearing.

Liam is the only one the girls ever voluntarily allow upstairs, mostly because he and Olivia have some sort of strange friends but zero benefits thing going on, and he never hooks up with anyone if she’s around.

“Bathroom’s free. I could get you started with a quick blow job?” Holly leans back against me, her lithe little body melting into mine. I truly hate the fact my body doesn’t respond in kind to her offer.

“Let me just get a water first. Give me a few?” I ask, slowly standing and placing her back in the chair.

She curls up in the space, covering a little yawn with her hand, “Okay. But not too long? I need my Way fix before I fall asleep.”

“Okay,” I smile and tuck some of her hair out of her face before I head for the kitchen.

I stop short when I get to the dining room because she’s in the kitchen already. The sparkly dress is gone. Replaced with very short shorts and a tank top hugging her curves. Her hair’s been tossed up in a bun, and she looks like she’s already slept on it. She’s padding around in her bare feet cleaning up trash.

“Whatcha doin'?” I ask as I cross the threshold, like it’s not obvious.

“Fuck,” she jolts, her hand going to her heart. Her half-opened eyes dart to mine, and she gives me a cutting glare. “Cleaning, Waylon. What does it look like? You and the rest of your jackasses are kind of a mess.”

I ignore the vitriol. “It can’t wait till morning?”

“I just came down to get some water and check on stuff. I figured I might as well pick up a few things while I’m here. What are you, the cleaning police?” She snipes at me as she tosses several bottles into the recycling bin and an empty chip bag into the trash.

“The go-back-to-bed police.”

She shoots another cutting glance before she pulls a glass out the cabinet.

“Just saying you look tired.”