Page 84 of Deceptive Games
One of his hands slid up the back of my shirt, and I groaned as he pressed against me.
Confident Lukas was so fucking hot.
I bit back a hiss of discomfort as his hand moved between my legs for me to grind on, but I knew he felt me tense from the way he immediately pulled back to look at my face.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said quickly, pushing him back a little so I could shut my legs. “I just?—”
“Hey, look at me,” he said softly, cupping my cheek. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, I overstepped.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. You’re allowed to be hesitant, Rory. You’ve been through a lot, so take your time.” He moved back further so I could stand, offering me his hand. “Grab your bottle and let’s head inside. I’ll dance with you.”
My body was more sore than anything, but I couldn’t tell him. He’d want to know which one of the guys had been that rough with me, and I couldn’t explain the real situation.
So, I grabbed the bottle in one hand while he pocketed the small necklace box, then I took his hand and headed back into the house.
I was relieved to find people eating cake as we walked through the crowd, knowing I wasn’t walking into some kind of surprise candle lighting thing. I still felt bad after the guys had gone to so much effort for me, but it just wasn’t my thing.
We danced and drank for a while, and I actually found that I was enjoying myself.
“Come get high with me?” Tyler grinned as he pressed against my back, sliding his arms around my middle and kissing my neck. Lukas gave him a dirty look, and Tyler chuckled. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Luke. It’s her birthday.”
“I don’t like you doing it either, dude,” Lukas replied, eyeing us as Tyler dragged me across the room towards Skeeter and Diesel, who were set up on the couches by the coffee table.
People were smoking weed and doing lines, my heart rate spiking with anticipation.
This was exactly what I needed to get out of my head.
“Line up for our girl, Skeet,” Tyler announced as he dropped onto the couch beside Skeeter and yanked me onto his lap.
Skeeter raked his eyes over me as he smoked, blowing it in our direction and causing the scent of weed to fill my senses.
“Line up yourself, asshole,” he replied, still watching me. “You want to get fucked up, baby girl?”
“Always,” I winked, a snort of amusement leaving him as he leaned forward and snagged a small baggie, tossing it onto the table in front of us. “That ought to do it then.”
Tyler reached around me to line it up, holding a bill out to me when he was done. “Ladies first.”
“Such a gentleman,” I teased, his fingers raking through my hair before he held it in one hand.
“I’ll even hold this out of the way for you.” He pulled slightly, making me groan as my pussy clenched.
“If you’re going to fuck, maybe go upstairs,” Skeeter scoffed, reminding me we weren’t alone.
I got my shit together and leaned forward to snort a line, giving the bill to Tyler next as I rubbed the residue from my nose as the burn hit.
“Come here,” Skeeter said as he leaned back on the couch, waiting for me to do as I was told. Tyler grumbled but let me stand, and I lowered myself onto Skeeter’s lap to get comfortable.
His hand snaked up my front to my throat as he pulled me back against his chest, my eyes fluttering closed as I soaked in his rough fingertips on my skin.
I squirmed as he nipped my earlobe, hyper aware of his cock hardening under my ass.
Just as he placed a hand on my thigh to slide it higher, his phone started buzzing, making him growl out a curse.
He fished it from his pocket, pressing the phone to his ear. “What?”
