“Oh yeah?” My voice takes on a raspy hint, arousal pooling in my dick. “And what do you get if you win?”
“You can do whatever you want... to me.” The husky tone in his voice has my heart racing.
Swallowing hard, I lick my lips, his eyes tracing the movement. Yeah, he wants me. And you know what? I want him, too. Fuck it.
“Deal.”
The smile he gives me makes my cock twitch.
“Wonderful.” He chuckles low and deep, heading back over to his side of the table. “You’re up.”
This time, I give it my all. I’m in it to win it. I’d love to see what this man looks like down on his knees with his lips wrapped around my cock.
I take the shot, and the ball goes flying. For a second, I don’t breathe, but when it lands in his cup, I fist pump the air. “Fuck yeah!”
“Now, now.” He chuckles, taking the ping pong ball out of the cup. “I still have a shot.” He downs the drink, eyes never leaving mine.
I bite my lip and wait for him to take his shot. It lands in the cup.
“We’re tied,” he says as I take the cup, remove the ball, and down the drink.
“Sudden death?” I suggest with a chuckle.
“Or...” He comes back over to my side, leaning against the table. “I give this round to you.” He grins. “I’ve been wanting to know what it feels like to have you fuck my face with that fat cock of yours. I’ve heard stories, Tatum.” He licks his lips. “I’d like to see for myself.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my head a little fuzzy, but my dick very much on board with this plan.
I have no idea what stories he’s talking about, since I only messed around with a few people before dating Liam. Since Liam is his teammate, the stories probably came from my ex himself.
Not caring too much at the moment, because my ex is the last thing I want to think about right now, I grab Roland’s hand. “Let’s go find someplace quiet.”
Chapter 3
Easton
My eyes follow his every move, unable to look away. Like a damn moth to a flame.
I do my damndest to avoid him, but it was easier when I was in high school. I moved away, went to a different school, and we hardly saw one another beyond the occasional party.
You would think that because of how big the SVU campus is, I’d hardly see the guy. Wrong. His dad is my football coach, and his best friend is dating one of my teammates. I see him now more than ever.
I hate it. Yet, I also find myself searching for him whenever I know he’s going to be in the same room.
Eight years later, and this man still has my head all messed up.
“Wright!” Coach Creed barks. “Eyes on the fucking field.”
Grinding my jaw, I look away from the very pissed-off man. He hates me, but I guess I don’t blame him. I punched his son in the face.
It’s something I’ve regretted every day of my life since.
“Hey,” I shout to Liam as he makes his way back over to join practice. “What the hell was that about?”
“What was what about?” he asks, raising a brow.
“You and Bennett.”
“Oh.” He grins. “Just putting my plan in place.”
