Page 5 of Play Fake
“Yes. Also, a no drunk zone. A no linemen zone. A no to everything you are zone. Okay? So, out,” I hook my thumb over my shoulder to show him where he can go. I need him out before any other part of my anatomy decides to shiver in his presence.
“Yes ma’am,” he gives me his best southern drawl and starts to move out of the room, but he glances back one last time, that stupid smile on his face before he disappears.
TWO
Waylon
As I makemy way back down the steps, I’m greeted by my boys in the kitchen, who are filling up their cups from the keg. Liam looks up at me and shakes his head when he realizes I was upstairs.
“The girls are gonna kick your ass, and I’m gonna let ‘em.”
“Don’t worry, Mac already handed it to me.” I grin.
“I almost think you get off on arguing with her, considering you seem to go looking for it.”
“What can I say? She’s fun when she’s mad.”
“You poke hornet nests in your free time too?” Easton pipes in.
“Who’s fun when she’s mad?” Olivia appears from the dining room.
“Mac,” Liam answers for me.
“Oh god Waylon, don’t piss her off all right? She doesn’t need it right now, and she’s being a really good friend by having this party for me.”
“I didn’t piss her off. I just talked to her a little,” I say defensively, raising my hands.
She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me before she resumes her original mission of finding a drink in the fridge.
“I’ll bet.” Liam gives me a sideways glance.
But I just give him a smile and a shrug.
“There you are!” Holly’s hands are on me before I even register it’s her voice.
“Hey there.” I give her a smile and take in the tight little pink dress she has on this evening. It looks good against her tanned skin and long blonde hair.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come play this drinking game with us,” her demand brooks no option for dissent, and I follow her into the living room where a crowd of my teammates and their dates for the night are seated haphazardly around a table.
“Get up, Jason,” Holly orders one of the younger guys on the team out of the recliner, and he gives her a disappointed look but complies.
Then she spins me around into the chair and lands in my lap.
“You have to show them how it’s done, Way,” she coos, rubbing her manicured fingers over my thigh.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what the rules are.” I point to the table where a set of cards and shots is spread out.
“For you? Anything goes.” She flashes me a brilliant smile, and I feel guilty.
Guilty because she’s hot as fuck, but I can’t bring myself to muster more than a bit of feigned interest. Guilty because half the guys in this room would replace me in a heartbeat if she gave them the shot. Guilty because I might fucking kiss her anyway to try to distract myself.
“Oh yeah? You think they’re gonna let me get away with that too?”
“I mean we can always go somewhere without them.” She leans forward and places a tentative kiss on my cheek, almost innocent if it weren’t for the fact her hand was already working its way over my semi. The one I have thanks to a curvy brunette who let me help her with her dress.
“Seems like you might be up for it?” she says in a voice that’s straight phone sex operator, one that would get most guys hard in an instant.
But for me? It’s a letdown in comparison. I can see the disappointment reflected in her eyes as I go a little softer under her touch.
