Page 7 of Play Fake
“Thanks for that.”
“I just mean— “
“Noreally, it was restrained. I expected a crack about a befuddled disco ball.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head as she pours herself a glass of water. And then I realize she thinks I was going to insult her for it.
“Could I get one?”
“What?”
“Water?”
“Oh, sure.” She glances over her shoulder for a second, as if she’s unsure what to make of me.
Then she pulls a second glass out of the cabinet and fills it up before turning around to hand it to me.
“Thanks. It looked good, by the way. The dress. Not your usual, but good anyway.” I’m too drunk to be talking, but I give her a little smile.
My eyes drifting over her bare legs as I wonder what she’d say if I asked to go up to her room with her. I realize she’s dead quiet as she stares at me, and I put the glass to my lips, chugging the water to fill the awkwardness.
She stares at me for half a beat longer, her mouth half open like she’s about to say something.
“Wayyyyy. Hurry up and come fuck me,” Holly’s voice cuts through the silence like a crack of thunder, before she appears behind me, and her hand slides over the front of my pants and cups me.
Mac flashes a tight smile at both of us before she sets her glass down in the sink and hurries upstairs without another word.
Fuck.
“Thank God. That girl is always such a bitch.” Holly rolls her eyes.
“She’s not that bad.” I place my glass next to hers in the sink.
“No, but I am.” Holly gives me a sly grin before she hops up on the counter and slides her panties off to the floor.
“Everyone’s gone or asleep, so you could fuck me right here. It’d be fun trying to be quiet enough that we don’t get caught.”
I smile at her, my fingers playing with the strap of her dress, pulling it down and exposing the tan lines underneath it. My stupid caveman brain wants to fuck her right here on the counter, and say fuck being quiet. I want Little Miss Disco Ball to hear how hard I can make a woman come. Let her be squeezing her thighs together upstairs, wishing it was her. But the tiny part of me that can think past all the whiskey shots knows it would be the stupidest thing I could do.
“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking sexy. That’s really tempting, but my QB is upstairs. If he or Olivia hear us, they’ll both come down to rip my balls off, and I’m kinda attached to them.” I place a little kiss on her shoulder, lamenting the fact I can’t even bring myself to take her out to my truck for a quick fuck there either.
“You’re a clit tease, you know?” Holly pouts again.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize half-heartedly.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll forgive you this once, but you know I could have half the guys on the team. One of them is going to steal me away if you keep leaving me so lonely. This might be your last chance.” Her hands wander over my chest, her eyes are glassy and her lids low.
“Why don’t we get you back in the chair?” I grab her panties off the floor, and then pick her up and carry her back to the living room.
She yawns again, “Fine. A quick nap. But then I’m going to wake you up with a blow job.”
I answer her with a choked laugh.
“I’ll do it. Then you won’t be able to tell me no.” She smiles at me under hooded eyes.
“Yeah, well, let’s get you some energy with a nap first, okay?”
