Page 96 of Hard to Judge

I’m already searching the schedule and looking at tickets. “Next Sunday or the following Tuesday?” Then I remember Arlo is a billionaire. “Or we can take lover boy’s jet and support them on an away game tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah.” Arlo nods.

“Tomorrow?” Hailey squeals, still upside down. Then she slaps a hand over her mouth for a second. Her head shaking. “No, that’s wasteful. I can wait a few days.”

“Not a chance, sunshine.” I crouch low and show her my phone screen. “I already bought tickets.”

“Those are so close to the ice!” She smacks Arlo’s butt in pure, unadulterated excitement.

“You’ll be able to hear their teeth rattle.” I straighten and smack her ass.

“Is it bad that I’m excited to see blood now?” Her vibrant red hair hangs long over her face, but she tries to peek out from behind it.

I smooth it back and show her the grin that’s hurting my cheeks. “Fuck no.”

Her squeal is glass-breaking, and I love it. I love this. Her excitement. Arlo’s wide grin and gorgeous body on display.

I love Hailey.

Before my brain can get carried away worrying, I adjust my quickly growing dick. “To the bed. Both of you sitting at the end, pants off. Now!” I point toward my room. “I have some apologizing to do.”

Hailey’s laughter echoes down the hallway, blending with Arlo’s and mine. There’s a lightness in my chest that hasn’t been there before. It’s really fucking nice.

Arlo tosses Hailey on the bed and dives on after her. His lips nip at her skin, tickling her neck and chest through the deep V of her blouse while his hands tease their way down to her flowy trousers. I stand at the foot of the bed, watching every kiss and caress, until Hailey screams.

In her defense, if Arlo’s head was between my thighs, I’d scream too. I’m pretty sure I did. I’m also sure I need to send my neighbors thanks-for-not-calling-in-noise-complaint gift baskets.

“Hota!” Hailey cries. Her hands grasp at the covers. “He’s making me…” Arlo’s pointed tongue flicks at her swollen clit. Gasp. “…be a bad girl.”

I step behind Arlo’s ass and peer down at Hailey. Her lips are red and wet from his tongue. “Seeing him make you be a bad girl makes my dick hard.”

“Let me see?” she begs.

“Maybe when you’re being a good girl,” I tease.

“I want to be a good girl.” Her moan is bawdy. “Make him stop.”

“Do you really want him to stop?” My gaze narrows on her.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her hips arch, telling me she’s on the verge of shattering. “Help me.”

I lean over, pressing my chest against Arlo’s back. My dick nestles between his covered cheeks.

His groan rattles my belly.

“Oh, fuck. Arlo, don’t make me a bad girl.” Hailey’s neck strains toward the ceiling, surely feeling the groan on her clit.

“Arlo?” I nip his ear. He makes a feral noise that causes Hailey’s head to thrash back and forth, tossing her red hair around. “Do you want to be a good boy?”

He grinds his hips back onto my dick.

How easy would it be, after all these years, to pull his pants down and sink myself home?

Not that easy.

Like Hailey, Arlo has demons to slay before that can happen, no matter how much he’s provoking me.

Still, it’s good to test theories.

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