Page 29 of Forbidden Mischief
“So, are you two coming to the party tonight?” a guy on the team named Tyson asks.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I reply at the same time Zanye says, “Hell yeah we are.”
Zanye’s eyes shoot to mine. “What? Really?”
“I mean, I could go.” If he wanted me to, I would. Parties just aren't something I’d volunteer to go on my own to.
“It could be fun.” He grins. “Who am I kidding, of course it will be. All our parties are killer.”
His excitement has me wanting to please him, so I find myself nodding my head in agreement. “Okay, why not.”
The party has already started when we get to the beach. Everyone is in great spirits, and so am I. The smile over our win hasn’t left my face since.
It was amazing. The pure adrenaline I feel when I’m out on that field is insane. I’m not suddenly a football fanatic, but I don’t hate the game as much as I had before.
Zayne and I were on point, working together as a perfect team. It just added to the thrill of the entire night.
Once we get to the crowd of people, we grab a drink and start our night.
Like I knew I would, I’m not overly chatty, answering questions when asked, but not actively trying to insert myself into conversations.
I don’t mind standing by and listening. It’s a lot more entertaining than it sounds.
“Dance with me?” Zanye asks when a song he seems to enjoy comes on the bluetooth speaker someone has hooked up as our form of entertainment of the night.
“Ahh, I don’t really dance.” I scratch the back of my head, looking around awkwardly. I’m two drinks in, while Zayne is about four.
He’s a little tipsy and it’s cute. His cheeks are flushed, eyes lidded, and the way he looks at me, he doesn’t seem to care about the fact he looks like he wants to devour me.
I wouldn’t object if he tried.
“Oh, come on!” He pulls me into the crowd of people. Prudence is there, so is Harley.
Deciding to say fuck it, if it makes him happy, I’ll dance.
Surprisingly, I don’t make a fool of myself.
“I’m going to get a refill,” Zayne says, his words a bit of a slur.
Me, I’ve stopped drinking because one of us has to drive. And I’m not a big drinker, anyway.
“I’ll come with you.” The urge to take care of him is heavy as I follow him toward the keg. He’s a little off center, and my hands shoot out a few times when I think he’s about to faceplant it.
“I think maybe a refill isn't a good idea.” I chuckle, grabbing him around the waist.
He squints up at me. “Maybe you're right.”
“Come on.” I grin. “Let’s go sit down, maybe have some water.”
His lips curve into a smile. “I have a better idea.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me away from the crowd of people. Wanting to know what my tipsy mate is up to, I follow him.
When we’re out of sight from the party goers, he pushes me up against a tree. I grunt as my back hits it, surprised by his move and don’t get a chance to even think before his lips are on mine.
We both moan as the kiss quickly turns into a heated make-out session.
My whole body is on fire, cock straining against my jeans. His hands roam my body, touching me everywhere. I grip his hip as I thrust my tongue down his throat. He whimpers, his hand moving between us to cup my erection.
