Page 92 of Pucking Around

“I know that, asshole,” I huff. “It’s just for fun. Come on, we each pick a night this week to take her out and show her a good time. Points for each time she breaks her rule about no PDA. What are we thinking? Maybe one point for a kiss, five for a handy, ten for a BJ?”

He stills. “And what’s the point value for sex?”

I laugh. “You really think you can get Rachel to have sex with you in public?”

He shrugs. “I just think it needs to have a point value.”

“Fine,” I say. “Fifty points for full P-in-V sex.”

This is all wishful thinking, of course, because our girl was crystal clear. There will be no funny business of any kind outside the four walls of this house. No fuck me eyes. No kissing. No tender embraces. Nothing. We all have to be totally cool and professional at all times.

Which is fine for around the Rays. But I feel like her rules are a little strict for the general public. I mean, no kissing? Like, atall? Not even on a nature hike where only the trees can see us? No hand jobs in a parked car as we watch the sunset?

Of course, Caleb is on board. Mr. No PDA will have no problem following the rules. In all our years of friendship, the only time I’ve ever seen him intimate with a person was when I was in the room. I think that’s why their moment at the club shook me so deep. He let her show him off. It melted his brain a little, but I could see the truth there too. He liked it. Loved it. Fucking craved more of it. He wanted her to claim him in front of the guys like that, in front of Aspen. He definitely wanted her doing it in front of me.

Our Cay may think he doesn’t like PDA, but I know better. Which is why I thought up this game. There’s nothing Caleb likes more than a little competition. And there’s nothing I want more than to ruffle Rachel’s feathers. I’m thinking, between the two of us, we can break her. I want that girl ravenous to kiss me. I want her all over me—hand in my pants, lips on mine, moaning my name as a little old lady rushes past us in the cereal aisle.

Okay, so maybe we won’t get freaky in a Publix. But still, she can’t possibly mean no PDAever…right?

“Jake, you need to cool it,” Cay warns, giving me one of his serious stares. “She set her limits, and we need to respect them.”

I scoff. “You just know you’ll lose.”

He rolls his eyes and walks off towards the front door. “See you later, asshole.”

“Come on,” I call after him. “Just play the game!”

“Why would I bother playing the game when I know you’ve got no game?” he teases, slipping his feet into his shoes.

“Oh, you wanna bet?”

He huffs again.

“I bet you ten thousand dollars that she’ll sleep inmybed tonight,” I say, jabbing my thumb at my bare chest with a cocky grin. “And I’ll be shutting the fucking door. You can just lie in your own bed hearing us moan as she comes all over my dick.”

We haven’t quite figured out our sharing arrangements yet. It’s been pretty much open door on my end. If he wants to join, he can. But when he’s had her in his room, the door shuts. Let’s see how he likes it.

“I’m not betting with you, Jake—”

“Yeah, because you don’t have the money,” I tease, folding my arms across my chest.

Caleb pauses, hands on his shoelaces. Tying the knot, he slowly stands. “And on that note…” He steps around me.

Then the world comes crashing down as my brain catches up with my dumb fucking mouth. “Cay—wait! I’m sorry!” I throw myself at the front door, slamming it shut as he pulls it open.

“Move, Jake,” he mutters, not looking at me.

“Shit—no,” I pant, one hand on his shoulder.

He shrugs me off.

“Cay, I didn’t mean it. You know I sometimes say shit without thinking. I’m sorry. IswearI didn’t mean it like that. I’m totally done. No more betting.”

“Move,” he mutters again.

“Not until you look at me,” I plead, desperate to feel his eyes on me. “Not until you forgive me. I’m sorry—”

With a growl, Caleb turns and points his finger in my face. “You and I both know I don’t need the money or the flashy cars or the big fucking beach house to steal her right out from under you.”