Page 67 of The Fullback
“Want to bet on it?” Bailey smirked. “I’m sure we can find fun things to swap.”
“Absolutely.” I was totally down to bet on stupid shit like mini-golf. Especially if it involved what Bailey and Aiden got to do to me later.
“We should get Aiden involved too. Then he and I can figure out what we’re going to do to you when we get home,” Bailey added, proving the two of us basically shared the same brain.
“What about if I win?”
“You get the same things, but you get to feel smug about it.”
“I’m going to feel smug about it either way,” I said with a teasing grin, kissing him again and swiping my tongue over hislower lip. Bailey let out a low, hungry moan. His fingers latched onto my T-shirt, tugging me down on top of him.
We made out slowly, Bailey’s hands exploring as much of me as he could reach. He rolled his hips, casually rubbing his dick against mine and drawing a groan from my throat. There wasn’t any real urgency to it. Neither of us was trying to get off—it was more casual exploration and enjoyment. Making out because we wanted to.
And because we could.
The only reason we broke apart was because the buzzer from downstairs rang.
“Shit,” Bailey said, putting his hands on my chest and gently pushing me away. “Aiden’s here.”
“I’ll go let him in,” I said, stealing another kiss before I hauled myself to my feet. Bailey looked so gorgeous spread out on the sofa, his blond hair mussed, lips swollen, and eyes slightly glazed. The front of his joggers was tented, and for a moment I was tempted to sink to my knees beside him and suck him until he filled my mouth with cum.
But I also wanted Aiden here to watch me do it.
Maybe we should stay in tonight instead…
I buzzed Aiden up, then went to the door to let him in. My chest instantly warmed as he appeared at the top of the stairs, my face lighting up like I hadn’t seen him in months, not hours. “Hey,” I said, leaning down to give him a kiss. He didn’t look as tired today, but there was a scowl on his face and annoyance radiated out of him. It was like there was a little thundercloud hovering above his head shooting out crackles of lightning.
“Hey,” he said, slowly resting his head between my pecs and letting out a long breath.
“Rough day?”
“Something like that.”
Tentatively, I put my hand on the back of his head and slowly sank my fingers into his hair, gently rubbing his scalp. Aiden sighed again, relaxing further into me, and if I hadn’t known better, I’d have said he was purring. “Bailey wondered if you’d like to go out tonight, do something fun. Take your mind off whatever’s going on.”
“Can do,” Aiden muttered, his voice muffled by my chest. “What were you thinking?”
“Mini-golf? If you’re up for it?”
He tipped his head up slightly, resting his chin on my sternum. “I can’t remember the last time I played mini-golf.”
“Me neither. But don’t worry about doing well. I already know I’m going to win.” I grinned teasingly, my fingers still rubbing the back of his head. Aiden’s familiar cocky smirk slid onto his lips, making my stomach clench and a bubble of relief pop weirdly inside me. I didn’t like seeing him stressed or upset.
“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”
“Because I’m awesome.”
“You are, but I don’t think that automatically means you’re going to win. I’m hot as fuck, so maybe I’ll win.”
“Being hot doesn’t impact your ability to win!”
“Neither does being awesome.”
“Rude,” I said, putting my arms around his waist and scooping him up so I could kiss him without having to bend down.
“Is there a reason you’re still loitering by the front door?” Bailey asked from behind us. I turned, Aiden still in my arms, and smiled innocently at him.
“Just pre-warning Aiden that I’m going to beat you both at mini-golf so you don’t have to worry about losing.”
