“Thank you.” She spins around, showing me her new dress.
“Where’s Tyler?”
She pouts. “He’s out back playing beer pong.”
“Without you?” I scoff. “Come on. Let's go play. Me and you on a team. We’ll kick his ass.”
“Fuck yeah!”
Bending down, I let her climb on my back and give her a piggyback ride through the house.
“Move out of the way for the birthday girl!” Aria shouts as we make our way through the crowd.
I’m full belly laughing by the time we get to the backyard. My bestie is a little tipsy. I’m not a fan of the fact that her boyfriend is out here getting shitfaced, and no one is keeping an eye on her. Maybe that's just me and my protectiveness for my best friend, but I know what these parties can be like.
She has a couple of girlfriends, but they’re always quick to leave her to go off and do their own thing. Like just now, when I found her on her own.
Tyler isn’t a bad guy, but he gets caught up playing drinking games with his teammates.
Normally, it's Aria and me who hang out at parties together, but with the reading program tonight, I was running a little late.
“There she is!” Tyler cheers when he sees me put Aria down. “Come on, babe. Play.”
“Oh, I’m playing. But it’s me and Bennett against you and Roland.”
At the mention of his name, I look over and see him grinning, his eyes on me.
He is so damn hot, and he knows it. Killer smile, bright-blue eyes, and light-blond hair.
“Hey, Tatum.” He nods his head. “You up for a game?”
“Hell yeah.” I grin, looking down at Aria. “Ready?”
“Ready!”
At first, being sober gives me an advantage. But with each missed shot, I’m quickly catching up to them.
“Alright. One each,” Roland says. “We’re tied.”
“Just me and you.” I grin, feeling a little lightheaded, very happy, and a little horny. The looks he’s been giving me every time he got a shot, all smug and sexy, got to me more than it should.
Aria and Tyler gave up three rounds ago and are now making out by the fire. As long as I know she’s safe with him, I’m fine doing my own thing.
Grabbing the ping pong ball, I get ready to take my shot.
“Don’t miss,” Roland taunts.
“Or what?” I raise a brow, a sly grin on my face.
“Or you lose,” he chuckles.
“I’m not a very competitive person.” I shrug.
“Yeah? How about we make a wager then, you know, to make it more interesting?”
“What do you have in mind?”
He walks over, stopping right next to me. He lowers his voice, so only the two of us can hear. “You win, I’ll do whatever you want.” His voice is low and seductive, making my cock twitch.
