“Shut up” she giggles, rolling her eyes.
Please keep laughing, please keep entertaining this idea with me.
I want her to keep playing these games with me, I’m having fun. I don’t want it to end.
“You whore’s ready to go?” Steph yells as she runs down the stairs. She makes her way towards August and jumps on his back, and we walk outside to get in the Ubers.
Steph, August, Davis and Miller all get into one, while Blair, Claire and I get into the other. She sits right in between the two of us, and the entire drive she’s got her hand on my thigh.
Jesus fucking christ, this girl is driving me absolutely insane. We’ve spent the last couple days messing with one another, teasing and joking around like we used to. Neither of us will let up, and I think I’m starting to actually lose my mind. She’s got me so riled up I don’t know how much longer I can wait to scoop her up in my arms and steal her away.
The first chance I get, I hop out of the car and take a deep ass breath to calm myself down.
The music is blaring, people are playing various party games, and the house is packed. Normally I would be scouting which girls I want to hook up with, but now everyone seems… meh. No one’s nearly as beautiful or fascinating as the girl right behind me.
Steph and Claire instantly run off to find the booze, leaving us five guys to figure out what we’re going to do while we’re here. We find the beer pong table and hang around there. At the very least it’s something to do, and maybe even a great way to get closer to Claire without any of our friends butting in.
I mean, obviously everyone knows what’s going on between us, but that doesn’t mean I want them in my business. This thing —whatever it is— is between Claire and I.
“How’s things going between you and Steph?” I ask, turning to August.
“Amazing, she’s better than I could have ever imagined. She’s hard headed and opinionated but not in a pushy way, she’s just got a certain outlook on life and won’t compromise who she is just because I may not agree with her. I think I love her man.”
“Wow.” He’s got it bad for Steph, but then again I’ve got it just as bad for her best friend.
August grins, “I know, me? In love? Who woulda thought?” He chuckles. “Any movement on the Claire front?”
“I think? Maybe? I have no fucking clue. We’re stuck in this game of chicken, we’re both pushing one another and doing things to get the other riled up but we’re both too stubborn to actually do anything.” My fingers run through my hair and I have to fight the urge to pull on the strands, “I have no clue what’s going through her head, but I just hope she’s close to letting me have her.”
He pats me on the shoulder. “That sucks, but it seems like y’all are having fun so I wouldn’t worry about it. Sorry I can’t help.”
I perk up, “maybe you can be my middle man. You can get the four-one-one from Steph and then relay the information to me.”
“Fat fucking chance” he laughs, “Steph would castrate me… you’re on your own with this one.”
I grown in frustration as I see the woman of the hour approaching me. I can’t hear her or Steph but I can tell that they’re laughing by the way Claire’s head tips back and her body slightly shakes.
Steph hands August a drink, kissing him on the cheek while Claire hands me a beer and takes a long sip from hers, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.
God fucking damn it.
I adjust my pants as discretely as possible, but the fucking CIA agent in front of me sees. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, wetting her lips and drawing attention towards them. She flicks her hair behind her shoulder and extends her neck to the opposite side, revealing that slender neck I love so much.
She’s getting too good at this game.
Claire goes to walk away but before she has the chance I wrap my arm around her waist and spin her back towards me. I pull her in close, resting my forehead on hers, “I’ll be getting you back for that one pretty girl, don’t think I can’t play this game better than you.”
I see goosebumps rise across her tan skin, and her body shivers as she sucks in air.
I love the effect I have on her, watching how her eyes light up and how her body shakes whenever I make contact with her.
“Guess we’ll find out… won’t we Lukiepoo.” Her eyes flick down to my lips and then slowly come back to meet mine. She looks up at me through her eyelashes and gives me the most innocent looking smile before walking away from me.
I curse under my breath, there’s no way I can play this game better than her. She has me wrapped around her fucking pinkie.
After managing to compose myself, I take a step back towards the guys. They’re definitely going to harass me with questions about tonight when we get home. I swear they’re worse than teenage girls, they’re always wanting to hear about gossip or what’s happening in everyone else’s love lives. It’s kinda funny but alsoveryannoying cause they’ll pester me until I give them something.
“She’s going to kill you” Blair chuckles when I sit next to him on the couch.
