They both have to drink, but on the next round, Quinn redeems herself. She and Vaughn sink their shots one after the other, getting the balls back again.
The onlookers cheer and I shoot Parker a dark look. “Since I’m carrying you anyway, do you want to just go ahead and climb on my back?”
He gives me the finger, but puts one in on his next turn.
Quinn’s up next and she must be feeling confident because the little smartass starts talking smack.
“You know, Parker. You just might be onto something.” A mischievous grin curves those ruby red lips. “I’m starting to think Cooper might be into spanking after all.”
If she only knew how right she was.
My cock stiffens and I shift my weight, subtly adjusting myself as she leans forward to line up her shot. I’ve got the perfect view of her tits, that sexy little hollow between her breasts drawing my gaze.
What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue over every inch of her exposed flesh right now.
Was her zipper that low twenty minutes ago?
Nah. She must’ve pulled it down when I wasn’t looking
Christ almighty.
If she keeps this up, I’ll have a full-blown erection by the time the game is over.
The woman’s got me by the balls, and judging by the smug look on her face, she knows it.
It’s a good thing Reid isn’t around to see this. He’d never believe it. Cooper DeLaurentis brought to heel by a tiny slip of a redhead?
No way.
I shake off the thought.
What the hell am I thinking? Quinn’s not looking for romance, and it’s safe to say I’m the last guy on campus who’d be considered boyfriend material.
So what if we hook up more than once?
It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can keep it casual.
Hell, casual is my middle name.
Quinn and Vaughn hand us our asses over the next few rounds, and when Vaughn sinks a ball into our last cup, I’m almost glad the humiliation is at an end.
“No pressure,” Parker says, handing me a ball for the mandatory redemption shot.
This thing is over. He hasn’t hit a cup in the last three rounds. The odds of him sinking one now are slim.
We take our shots and both of us miss.
“Drink up.” Vaughn slides the remaining cups across the table.
We make quick work of the beer, which has grown warm and tastes like ass. I grab my candy dish—because no way am I leaving my Reese’s behind—and step away to make room for new players.
Quinn and Vaughn follow, apparently deciding to quit while they’re ahead.
“You’re not going to stick around and clobber some other unsuspecting fools?”
“Nah.” Quinn pretends to buff her nails on her jumpsuit. “I prefer to spend the night basking in your complete and total annihilation.” She grins. “But first, I need to use the bathroom. If I drink another thing, my suit’s liable to split.”
She gives a little finger wave and heads for the stairs.
