Page 24 of A Stealthy Situation

“Ready?” a black-haired frat boy calls, smacking Benny’s ass.

“Fuck yes.”

“And you?” He leaves a stinging slap on my butt cheek too.

“Sure am.”

“Okay, let’s go! Make the DIKs proud, bro,” he calls before waving his hand between us and jumping out of the pool.

Benny lunges for me, and I’m not expecting the impact. His compact, muscular body collides with mine in a way that forces the air from my lungs.

Okay, he wasn’t lying about all that wrestling experience. I push Benny off me, but he comes for me again just as fast. We tussle for a moment, me trying to keep my footing on the slick surface, but then he hooks his foot behind my ankle and tugs. My feet slip out from under me, and I hit the pool base hard. He’s like a feral little gremlin when he climbs on top of me and tries to get me in a headlock, body panting hard, thighs straddling my torso, skin soft and slick against mine.

Gah, wake up already!

I try to grab a hold of him, but the Jell-O makes it almost impossible. He’s slippery and fast, and I have way underestimated him.

Now that I know he isn’t holding back, neither will I. Using the Jell-O to my advantage, I slip to the side, throwing him off me, before taking him onto the ground. We fight and slip and shove and wrestle, trying to get the other out of the kiddie pool.

Benny’s laugh rings out in my ears, oxygen struggling to fill my lungs.

“Give up,” I grunt.

“No goddamn way.”

“You are such a little shit.”

He cackles and finally gets me into that headlock, but because I’m so much taller, it puts him in a vulnerable position. I get my arms around him, hooking one up between his legs and the other behind his back. Then, I pick him up and?—

Pop him over the side.

“What the fuck?” He releases my head and looks down at the grass he’s standing on. His chest is working overtime, abs sticking out with each inhale and … huh. He’s very, very obviously half-hard, and his briefs aren’t doing much to hide it.

“Woo!” One of his frat brothers slaps me on the back. “Who’s versing the winner?”

“Nope.” I hold up my hands and climb out too. “That’s me done. Finished.”

“He’ll only fight people smaller than him.”

“Exactly.” Whatever I have to say to get out of another round. Not that it wasn’t fun, because it absolutely was, but I’m here to spend the night with Benny. And also, the guy is savage. I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

He glances up at me, curls plastered to the side of his face and neck with sticky Jell-O, and laughs. “Your whole face is bright red.”

I point at my hair. “The smallest amount of blood flow will do that. Good genes.” Being a redhead hasn’t exactly been easy—especially since it’s red-red—but I’ve learned to love it about myself. It’s a talking point. Makes me different. It also helps me sort the trash out of my life pretty fast.

“I love getting a guy’s blood pumping.”

I gesture toward where his dick is still trying to escape his briefs. “I can tell.”

He reaches down, kinda cupping himself to cover up. “I made no secret I’m attracted to you, and you wanted to roll around all lubed up and half-naked. Surely you know a little chub isn’t something you have control over.”

“True.” Still weird to think that I made another guy hard. “You got towels inside for us to clean up?”

“If I say no, will you stay naked for the night?”

Ballsy guy. “If you say no, I’ll have to leave.”

“Damn …” His gaze flicks away and then back to me. “So, like, you still want to hang out?”

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