Page 48 of Play Maker

We stopped pushing the headboard against the wall, but our hips kept moving, rubbing against each other. And then therewas just the sound of our heavy breathing and the squeak of the mattress underneath us.

“Are you done now, you assholes?” someone in the house roared.

Jace and I both burst out laughing. Since he was still behind me, I felt the vibration of his laughter settling into my back, my body lax and lazy with pleasure.

“Looks like the plan worked,” I admitted.

There was a bang, and a strange voice echoed from the air vent. “Did someone break into the house, or did they just break one of our beds?”

“Mission accomplished,” Jace chuckled as he slowly let go of my hands and slid back.

I shivered at the loss of contact, unsure how I was going to talk my way out of what just happened. The joke that went too far. It was the first time I ever fooled around with a guy, and it wasn’t funny in the least. It imploded what I thought I knew about myself.

Would I do it again?

I turned my head and found Jace staring at me with those intense green-gold eyes. His stunning face was close, his cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink, his eyes bright with pleasure. Without thinking, I angled my head and leaned back, tasting his soft lips, wanting to kiss him more than I wanted to breathe.

I had to know if this was real, or an alcohol-induced dream.

When his hot tongue slid against mine—bold and sensual—and his scruff teased my lips, there was no question.

I was walking a dangerous line before, but I was in even deeper trouble now.

Jace

I’d once been told by my high school science teacher that my smart-ass jokes were going to get me into a world of trouble.

I didn’t believe it then, but I sure as fuck knew it now.

What started out as a simple prank to get back at Ethan turned into the hottest fake—not-so-fake—orgasm I’d had in forever. Not to mention that kiss. Axel’s mouth took mine without hesitation, stealing the remaining breath from my body. There was something urgent and primal about the way we kissed. It was rough and messy and possessive, like neither of us was going to survive if we stopped. I cupped his face, feeling the scratch of his scruff under my palm, then slid it into his thick hair and tugged, angling his head, shoving my tongue deeper into that wicked mouth of his. The low rumble of his responding growl had my cock jerking hard.

Suddenly, over the furious rhythm of my heartbeat, I heard the stomp of footsteps.

Someone was coming up the stairs.

Shit.

Axel nipped my lower lip, gave it a teasing lick, and then pulled back. The loss of contact had me shivering hard. I was finally able to take a full breath. Not that I wanted to breathe or needed to. I’d willingly forego oxygen for another taste of Axel’s mouth. Or, to watch him come again. Hearing and feeling Axel unleash was unexpected and so incredibly hot that I came in my jeans embarrassingly fast.

What the fuck do I do now?

I watched him slide off the bed in one smooth move, like he wasn’t affected by our kiss at all. Like he kissed a guy every day. And me? I was so fucked out by what had just happened that I nearly tumbled off the bed and onto my ass.

A loud knock at the door had me scrambling to move. Luckily, I didn’t land in a tangled heap on the floor. Instead, I reached for my jacket and pulled it on. Then I noticed Axel didthe same, covering up the wet stain on the front of his jeans. Fuck, I could smell his musky cum, and I wanted to shove him back on the bed, yank those jeans down, and lick up every drop.

The door opened and a grumpy, rumpled-looking Ethan came barreling into the attic, dressed in white briefs and a stained Cougars t-shirt.

“We should’ve locked you in the goddamn basement after all,” he announced, running an agitated hand through his long hair.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I quipped, thankful that I was able to form words again. “Did your frat bros like it too?”

Ethan gave us two middle fingers.

“Half of them came knocking on my door. I’m gonna get reamed out at the next meeting,” Ethan replied with a sigh and then paused, staring at me. “Your show was damn realistic, by the way.”

“Watch a lot of gay porn?” I teased.

“I watch a lot of porn, period,” he quipped as he looked at me and then Axel, his narrowed eyes ping-ponging between us. “Smells like cum in here.”

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