This is going to be one hell of a hard game to play.
Pun intended.
Fallon serves the ball, starting the game. I’m fucking impressed with myself when I manage to focus on the ball. Jade stops a shot and wacks it back toward the other team, sending it sailing over their heads.
“Nice goal, babe,” I praise her, rubbing my hands over her knees.
Hana leans over to us to high-five Jade.
Thank god the game is only twenty minutes long. When we win with one point, I sink under the water and turning toward Jade, I wrap an arm around her waist before I shoot us up into the air.
Jase and Kao holler in victory while Mila and Fallon do a victory dance in the water.
My eyes turn to Jade, and without thinking, I press a quick kiss to her smiling lips. Pulling back, I try to save face by saying, “Good game.”
Lame, Hunter. So fucking lame.
I let go of Jade and swim toward Jase.
JADE
I’ve been in a daze since Hunter plastered a super quick kiss against my lips.
It doesn’t really count as a kiss, Jade.
After all the fun on campus, Jase is begging us to go to the club.
“I’m tired,” Fallon whines.
“Me too,” Noah adds. “I can fall asleep right where I’m sitting.”
I’ve just showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I sit down on the arm of the couch closest to me and say. “Let’s just watch a movie.”
Hunter walks by me and gestures to Fallon. “Make space for me.” When she moves up, he sits down and then grabs hold of my hips, yanking me onto his lap.
What’s happening?
With wide eyes, I stare at Mila, who’s across from me. She gives me a reassuring smile and mouths, ‘Just go with it.’
“We can go tomorrow night,” Hunter says.
“Fine,” Jase relents. “But then we have to play a game.”
“What game?” Kao asks. “Your last game sucked. Literally.”
Kao’s comment makes me remember when Hunter kissed me at the club, and it sends a wave of heat up my neck.
Hunter gives my hip a squeeze, telling me he knows what I’m thinking.
Well, this isn’t awkward at all.
Jase shrugs as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “It’s either the game or Studio 9.”
“Let’s play the game,” Mila says, drawing a wide grin from Jase. He jogs to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of whiskey and a couple of tumblers.
Hunter chuckles. “Do we have to start worrying about you drinking too much?”
“Come on,” Jase says. “It’s me we’re talking about.”
“My point, exactly,” Hunter comments drily. I begin to get up, but Hunter tightens his grip on my hip. “Stay.”
Ahhh…. Okay, then.
I shift my legs over the side of his thighs and squeeze my butt into the corner, resting my back against the armrest, and I lean my head against his shoulder.
Jase places the phone on the coffee table and pours each of us a shot of whiskey.
When we all have something to drink, Jase presses spin on the phone. The arrow lands on Hana.
What’s your darkest secret?
She chuckles and shrugs. “I once stole fifty dollars from my dad’s wallet to buy candy.”
“That sounds like something my mother would do,” Hunter comments.
“That’s a lot of candy,” Mila says.
“I had to hide it. The stash lasted me two months,” Hana admits. She reaches over to the table and presses the button so the arrow will spin.
It stops on Jase. “Hell yeah, give it to me, baby.”
Kiss someone.
He darts up. “I’m all about sharing the love today.” Taking hold of a squirming Mila, he plants a hard kiss to her lips. My eyebrows pop up when his lips tenderly move against hers before he pulls back.
Mila remains frozen, her eyes slowly blinking while Jase sends the arrow twirling again. It stops on Fallon.
Punch someone.
Without even thinking about who to punch, she lands one on Hunter’s shoulder.
“Oww,” I say on his behalf and reaching over, I rub his shoulder.
Fallon grins at me and leans over to the phone. The arrow stops on me, and I let out a groan.
Admit your love to someone.
My eyes lock on Mila in a split-second. “I love you so so so much.”
She lets out a burst of laughter as I scramble off Hunter’s lap to press the button again. While it spins, I quickly sink down to the floor and lean back against Hunter’s legs.
Nice move, Jade.
The dare goes to Noah.
Kiss your enemy.
“Fuck, I love you all,” he chuckles but then leans over to Kao and plants a kiss on his cheek.
“Dude, come on,” Kao struggles, which only makes Noah kiss him again.
We all laugh at their antics while I remember how it felt when Hunter got that dare. Tingles rush over my skin, and absentmindedly I rub my hands over my arms.
“Are you cold?” Hunter suddenly asks, leaning down to me.
“Uh… no. I’m good.”
Noah presses the phone, and when the arrow starts slowing, I duck down and almost become one with the floor. Everyone begins to laugh, and then Hunter reads out, “Give someone a lap dance.”
I pop back up and see the dare written on the screen. “Oh, thank god I ducked.”
Hunter grabs hold of my arms and lifts me to my feet. At first, I think it’s so he can get past me, but then he steers me to the kitchen.
“What are you doing? It’s your dare,” I protest.
“Yeah, but I have to give someone a lap dance.” He pulls one of the kitchen chairs into the open space between the two rooms and pushes me down in it.
“Noooo,” I gasp, my eyes wide on him.
“I need music,” he says, ignoring my protest.
Jase is up in a flash. “Give me a sec.” He fiddles with the sound system, and then Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift begins to play.
I let out a groan and wildly shake my head.
Hunter begins moving, dancing backward as he nods his head to the beat. I let out a bark of laughter. But then he gets a freaking intense seductive look on his face, and when he bites his bottom lip, my laughter dries up like a puddle of water on a hot as hell day.
Hunter moves his hips in a way that has my mouth dropping open. He dances toward me and straddling my legs, he grabs hold of the chair behind my back and begins thrusting his pelvis at me.
My eyes shut so damn fast, and I struggle to keep from laughing again until I feel his breath against my cheek. My eyes snap back open, and the moment they connect with his blues, I’m a goner.
A sexy grin tugs at his lips as he pulls a little back, and then he yanks his shirt off in one swift move, leaving him only in his sweatpants.
Everyone begins to holler and clap hands while I stare at his chest. My eyes drop lower to where his abs flow into a scorchingly hot V.
Fuck-me-muscles galore.
You better move back if you don’t want me drooling on you.
Of course, Hunter can’t read my thoughts, and he continues to rub his chest up my body. I turn my face just in time to feel every perfect muscle glide over my cheek.
HOLY FUCKING HOTNESS.
When I turn my head back, I come face to face with his happy trail to the holy grail of … what the hell am I thinking.