Page 164 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Don’t humor them,” I say. “They’re drunk.”
“I think they’re pretty amusing,” she says as she picks up a ping-pong ball and raises her arm. My arm gets in the way since we’re tied together. “Why is your body so big?” she asks as she tries to get situated.
“I grew it that way,” I answer, which causes her to pause and look up at me.
“That was…a perfect response.”
I smirk. “Thank you.”
“Now, what are you going to do about this body that you’ve grown?” she asks. “Because I can’t get a good shot with you plastered to me.”
I think about it for a second.
Well, Polly and Maple planned it this way, for me to get closer, so I might as well take advantage—I’m just tipsy enough to be okay with this decision.
“Hold that thought,” Maple says as she comes around to the table. “More Jell-O shots, and you can’t say no because this is a request from the bride and groom.”
She hands out little syringes this time—ones you’d use to help babies take their medicine—but these are full of Jell-O. I haven’t seen these in a really long time. Maple collected them from her mom who was a nurse and made Jell-O shots inside, so all you’d have to do is shoot it directly into your mouth.
I give her a look, and she just shrugs.
“Partners have to shoot the shot into the other person’s mouth,” Polly calls out.
“You realize how suggestive that is?” I ask.
Polly chuckles but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she squeezes the Jell-O shot in Ken’s mouth and he does the same.
Knowing I’m in a vortex of my friends trying to push me closer and closer to Everly, I just go with it because there’s no escaping this. The only way this will end is if I leave the party, and I think we all know I can’t do that.
“Open up,” I say to Everly.
“What?” she asks.
“I have to squirt in your mouth.”
Her eyes widen before her lips turn up in a beautiful smile. “You want to squirt in my mouth?”
“The Jell-O,” I say. “I want to squirt the Jell-O.”
“That’s not what it sounded like to me,” Maple says, walking by.
Jesus Christ, is she just floating around, sticking her head in our business every chance she gets?
“Yeah, squirt in her mouth,” Polly yells.
“Squirt hard,” Ken yells with a fist pump.
“Christ,” I mutter, which causes Everly to laugh.
“Go ahead, Hardy. Squirt it hard in my mouth.” Then she parts her lips and stares up at me.
And motherfucker, the sight of her like that makes my skin crawl with need.
I bring the syringe to her nude-painted lips and squirt the Jell-O shot inside her mouth. She swallows it and then brings the syringe to my mouth. “Open wide.” Rolling my eyes, I open my mouth and she squirts the strawberry liquid inside. When she’s done, she pats my chest. “Good boy.”
“Yeah, Everly!” Polly shouts. “You tame that beast over there.”
“How the hell is she taming me?” I ask, realizing my mistake the minute the words leave my mouth.
