Page 66 of All Your Firsts

“I’m not really good at playing games,” Jess says as she jumps on a barstool.

“Could have fooled me,” Ax mutters behind his shot.

“I’ll be on your team,” Julian says as he stands beside her.

“Are you good?” Rosie looks over at him with a critical eye.

“I’m good at everything, baby,” he says as he moves closer to her, which makes the pool stick groan from the tight grip I’m giving it. He’s always been the pretty boy peacemaker of the group, the spokesperson, since he’s the most approachable, and I might just have to take his ass out.

“Does that actually work?” Rosie laughs, completely unaffected.

“Always,” he says with a grin.

An arm wraps around my waist before I see a face. “Hey, Vic.” Samantha attempts to hug me. She obviously isn’t getting the hint after multiple unanswered calls and texts.

“Ah, hey,” I say, completely thrown off.

I glance over at Rosie and notice the sour expression etched on her face. She’s jealous or disgusted. Let’s hope it’s the first and not the latter since it’s taken what feels like forever to get her to look at me without disgust on her face.

I immediately untangle myself from Samantha’s grip, but the damage is already done. I can tell from the cold shoulder Rosie’s giving me that feels more like a subzero blizzard.

We play for an hour; me holding myself back with every stupid-ass comment the guys make. No, she doesn’t need hands-on help to play, and no, she doesn’t need more shots even though she takes them anyway because she’s irritated with me. They’re doing it to rile me up. That much is clear. And worse, Jess eggs them on. This adds fuel to the fire for Rosie, who is now flirting with Julian as they play.

I will get them back for this when they least expect it.

On the flip side, Rosie holds her own and fits in perfectly. Not that I ever had doubts, but it’s nice to know with one hundred percent certainty that my family approves because, for a second, I can imagine this going further than a couple of months of her being under my watch.

I can imagine her being here forever.

I decide enough is enough when I see her glossy, bloodshot eyes and a seductive grin I’ve never seen grace her lips. A grin meant for my eyes only.

I make my way to her in a couple of strides. My fist winds into her hair, and I angle her head back to look up at me. Her eyes gowide, and her plump lips part. I take the thumb of my free hand and rub it against her bottom lip. Her eyes never leave mine. The second her tongue sneaks out and licks my finger, I lose it.

“We’re done here,” I say, not wanting to wait any longer. I throw her over my shoulder and walk out as quickly as I can.

“Wow, dizzy... bye, guys,” Rosie’s muffled voice comes from behind me.

“Bye, beautiful. We’ll see you soon,” Julian says.

“The fuck you will,” I say with my back against them as I leave. Three graves, six feet deep, it is.

I walk toward the stairs, her hands clutching the back of my pants tightly. We’re getting a bunch of catcalls as we walk by, but I don’t care.

“No spanking this time?” she asks as we walk down the hall.

I pause, my steps faltering. “You want me to spank you?”

Silence.

Dead fucking silence.

She’s killing me.

Once we get to my room, I flick the switch and close the door with my foot. It leaves us in relative silence besides small thuds of noise coming from downstairs.

“All the blood is rushing to my head.” She’s a little breathless and slurring slightly.

Shit. I bring her down, putting her on her feet gently before I make her sick.

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