“Darlin’ you better watch your mouth. I’ll bend you over this hay and fuck the cold right out of you. Just say the wor?—“
“H! Cat! C’mon. We’re waitin’ for y’all.” Vaughan’s voice bursts our little bubble as he yells from across the other side of the open field.
Hayes groans and drops my hands and I share his sentiment. Last weekend was a turning point for me. The hurt I saw in Hayes’ eyes when I dismissed his feelings gutted me. Then the thought of losing him sent me into a tailspin. He was right. I’m tired of being alone and never feeling like there was someone out there for me. And when he finally came along, I was too scared of how it would end instead of how amazing a life with him could be.
When I watched that door shut behind him, I felt the ground fall out beneath me. I only waited a few minutes before saying I was going to check on Hayes before heading home. They didn’t read too much into it because we’ve all taken care of one another at some point. It’s what we do. So suspicions weren’t up.
We jog over to the rest of the crew –minus Bishop, which just seems wrong– and everyone else is already there and waiting for us. Vivian is drowning in a big jacket, thick pants and duck boots –warm socks sticking out of the top– with her fiery red hair tucked under a beanie, and gloves covering her petite hands. It’s colder than we’re used to, but Viv looks like she’s standing inthe middle of a blizzard and not in an open field on a forty-five degree afternoon with the sun shining down on us.
“Alright. We already drew teams, so we’re down to the rules.” Vaughan wraps his arm around Cami and strokes her arm as she chatters next to him. “Of course, the number one rule is not hitting the mama’s. They are there strictly for ammunition refill. If either of them gets hit, that’s one point against your team.”
Everyone was in agreement with this rule. All except Cami and CeCe. Both are incredibly competitive and they hate missing out on things that come with the title of winner. Including this fun and friendly game of snowball fighting. Well, in our case, whiffle balls. The guys bought dozens upon dozens as if they were planning for war. This is going to get interesting.
“If your team runs out of ammunition, you must designate a shagger to collect balls. When they gather, they are allowed thirty seconds of free time before play will resume. Each ammo monitor will be responsible for time keeping. If there is an injury, it is up to your team to treat. We ain’t stopping because one of you can handle a little tag. If someone crosses enemy lines and is captured before returning to their side, well, that’s your fault. Play area is within the ten bales; five for each team.”
There are piles spread around the area, some taller and some smaller. We already decided our strong arms are going to head straight for the smaller blockades to allow for maximum aim and speed. That means it’s up to the rest of us to either defend or take one for the team.
“Does everyone understand?” Vaughan looks at all of us as we nod our heads and begin to walk to our sides.
My team consists of Vaughan, CeCe, my brother Dre, Phoenix and Vaughan’s dad Jim. We call ourselves Team Muscle since we ended up with one more guy and for some reason that makes us stronger. The other team, Team Better Than You, isCami, Hayes, Viv, Luca, my sister-in-law Lisette, and my dad Juan. I can’t wait to see how this pans out.
Everyone grabs two balls once we reach our protection barriers and waits for Dagen to sound the alarm. She really wanted to play but we told her she was tasked with the most important job; game keeper. Right then and there she began making scorekeepers, pulled out a bullhorn to yell out when points were made, and a large stopwatch that hangs around her neck. Can you tell Hunger Games is her favorite series?
“Teams, ready?” She yells, and the feedback has everyone wincing. We give her thumbs up and she continues. “On my mark, get set…Play ball!”
Balls begin raining down from everywhere and we’re all dodging left and right. A few make contact and Dagen hastily marks those points. Phoenix and Vaughan begin moving towards the smaller barricade to ready themselves for closer release.
“Cover us between bale stacks,” Nix tells us and we scoop up arms full of balls while they begin shoving them down their jackets to help them safely transfer.
Before the guys can move, we see Hayes and Viv break off and head in different directions. Hayes towards a medium stack and Viv towards the smallest one. Makes sense since she’s itty bitty. It will be near impossible to tag her since she can basically roll her body up into a ball and avoid getting hit. Plus, I have no doubt she’s been training for this. Out of all of us, she’s the most competitive, and she’s determined to beat Nix.
Jim holds up his hand, the signal to let us know he’s going to go gather more ammo, and we start the clock. He scurries out, takes a lead from Nix and Vaughan and shoves balls down his jacket, and rushes his way back to our side, making it just seconds after the thirty seconds is up but avoiding getting hit.
Laughter rings out and echoes through the cold, still air, and I grow hot. I begin tugging off my jacket when I see Hayes inching closer. His eyes volley between me and where Vaughan and Nix are headed. I take advantage of his momentary distraction and start army crawling my way over to him. Time to take a hostage.
I dodge a few balls but manage to only get hit by one. It helps that I literally wore camo to try and blend with the dry grass and hay. I’m just one hay bale away from Hayes and plaster myself against it, tucking my feet in to try and hide from him as much as possible. I peek out and see him with balls in his arms and ready to strike just as Jim steps back out to collect. When he focuses his aim, I take off, surprising him when I tackle him from behind.
“What…” He rolls over and I pin him down.
“Hostage captur–” I begin to call out to my team that I’ve caught him, but he smacks his hand over my mouth and tugs me to him.
We’re pressed tightly to one another and stare into each other’s eyes with smiles on our face and huffing for breath.
“Shhh. Let’s just stay here for a minute,” he says.
“But they’ll wonder where we are.”
He lifts his head the slightest bit just to see over the bales and drops back down. “They’re all distracted. Vaughan and Nix are in attack mode. It’s okay.”
I shake my head and he uses the moment to kiss me. Our lips are cold and noses are red, but the heat that flows between us could melt the polar icecaps. He moans into my mouth and I spread my legs, letting them fall on either side of his hips.
I roll my hips, rubbing up on his hard cock. My panties grow wet and I move faster, wishing I could just rip off my clothes. I want to feel him inside of me. I need to ease the tingle that builds.
“Goddamn, Cat. I want to fuck you so badly.” He fights with my layers to slide his hand into my jeans and I gasp.
“Not here,” I mumble. “Later. We better get back before they come looking.”
“Just one little touch. Please darlin’.” His fingers continue to crawl further and further down my pants until they reach my panty line. I bite my lip and nod.
