We ride right across the track and back up to where we’d been hanging out before, and I’m surprised to find Ilaria and Arizona still chilling with the guys.
Tanner cuts the engine, his gaze lifting to the back of Logan’s RAM to where Logan and Chanel stand locked in some kind of argument, looking as though they’re about to start tearing shreds off each other. “They’ve been going at it for twenty minutes,” Hudson says, noticing Tanner’s stare. “But looks like they’re not the only ones who’ve been working out their issues.”
My cheeks flush as Ilaria laughs, holding that same scrap of material the cheerleader started the race with and spinning it around like some kind of lasso. “Damn straight, girl,” she cheers, a drink in her other hand. “Hope you gave it to him good.”
Jax and Arizona laugh as I brace my hand against Tanner’s shoulder for balance as I slide off the bike, my pussy clenching with the movements. “The next one of you to say anything gets a fist straight up your ass,” I warn them, eyeing Riley and Jax, knowing they’re the most-likely culprits.
Riley grins back at me and makes a show of zipping his lips, but it only lasts a second. “For the record,” he says, unable to help himself. “I would have at least taken you to dinner before fucking you in the woods.”
“For the record,” I throw back at him. “You would have fumbled around with my bra strap and come in your pants before I’d even touched you.”
He narrows his eyes and I grin wide. “You know damn well that I can handle my shit.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I’m yet to see it,” I tease, watching Tanner from the corner of my eye as he moves off his bike and saunters toward the back of Logan’s RAM, probably finding himself a beer.
Riley scoffs. “You want to see me in action?” he questions, up for the challenge. “Pick one girl, any single one of them, and I bet I could have her bent over within ten minutes.”
“Bullshit.”
Riley laughs and steps toward me, his brows bouncing with excitement. “Oh, baby girl. You’re about to witness a god at work.” He slings an arm over my shoulders and, in the same instant, turns us to face the crowd at our back. “Who’s it gonna be?”
My gaze scans the dancing bodies, being careful with my selection until finally landing on a girl from my biology class. She’s popular, and I’m sure all of the guys have already slept with her at some point. “Her,” I tell him, pointing her out. “Maddison Matthews.”
Riley grins as Tanner appears at my side, and just as I thought, there’s a drink in his hand, but when he presses some girly shit into mine, a wave of butterflies swarm through my stomach. Tanner follows my gaze and scoffs. “Ain’t no way, man. Maddi won’t go for a round two with you after you fucked her sister.”
Riley’s eyes dance with the challenge as he glances back at Tanner. “I suppose we’ll see,” and with that, he struts toward the dancing crowd, moving in toward her and glancing back over his shoulder, his brows bouncing as if to tease just how easy this is going to be.
He starts dancing with the crowd around her, looking at her friends and eye fucking every last one of them but her, and I watch as she notices. “Holy shit, he’s really going to do it,” I murmur, watching as Maddi moves closer toward him, now desperate for his attention.
“Damn right, he will,” Tanner smirks, shaking his head at his best friend’s performance. “Consider yourself lucky that he forgot to set the terms of the bet before going for it. That asshole would have had you in skimpy lingerie, hand feeding him grapes for a week.”
I grin up at him, loving the way his eyes are only for me. “Don’t assume that had he set terms, I wouldn’t have made it interesting too. I don’t lose bets, Tanner.”
Fire burns through his stare as his hand falls to my waist, pulling me in closer, both of us locked in each other’s stare.
“No, absolutely not,” Ilaria says, barging between us and yanking me away. “You’ve been holed up with him for like … forever, and there’s no way you’re about to stand there and suck face with the guy while we’re trying to party. Not happening on my watch, baby.”
Arizona cheers to Ilaria’s demands and throws herself to her feet only to have Jax’s arm snake out around her waist and yank her back onto his lap. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Arizona laughs and my brows shoot up, gaping between the two of them and just how comfortable they are with one another. “What the hell is this?”
She grins up at me, her eyes darkening with a wicked heat. “Oh, Jax and I go way back,” she explains, her legs dangling over the side of his. She loops her arm around his neck and he pulls her in closer. “Lost the big V to this guy,” she says. “Not gonna lie, it wasn’t great for either of us, but the guy is a fast learner and that thing he does with his tongue … ooffft.”
Pride surges through Jax’s features and the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen stretches across his face. His hand drops to her thigh, sailing high. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Has this been staring me in the face the whole time and I just haven’t seen it? Are you two like … a thing?”
“Oh, God no,” Arizona booms. “Jax is the biggest manwhore you’ll ever meet, worse than Riley, Tanner, and Hudson put together. “
“Not Logan as well?”
She scoffs and our eyes wander toward Logan and Chanel half hidden behind his RAM, the two of them still deep in an argument. “No, not Logan,” she laughs. “At least, not anymore. At this point, the dude’s dick is going to fall off from lack of use.”
Jax laughs. “Trust me, his dick is getting plenty of action, just not the kind of action he wants.”
My brows furrow and Hudson is quick to clear up any confusion. “He jerks off like it’s going out of style. He’s hitting it so often that I wouldn’t be surprised if it does fall off. But hey, that’s what sexual frustration gets ya.”
“You guys are so gross,” Ilaria laughs, getting up to grab a new drink, and as time flies, the alcohol has more than worked its way through my blood system.
Tanner sits with his friends talking shit and laughing as the girls and I work out the size of our classmates’ dicks based on the size of their egos, and unfortunately, some of them aren’t doing so well. “Oh shit,” I rush out, my head whipping around and scanning through the bodies down on the track. The boys’ conversation falls short as all eyes come to me. “We forgot about Riley. Where did he go? Was anybody timing him?”
Hudson laughs. “Seeing as though he’s not here acting a fool, we can safely assume he’s buried deep inside cheerleader pussy. He’ll be back soon, but don’t worry, he’ll be sure to share every last detail.”
I scrunch my face in disgust and the boys laugh before falling back into their easy conversation, discussing the game and how Logan killed it. “Come on,” Ilaria says, gripping my hand and dragging me back to the RAM. “We’re doing shots and then I’m going to teach you how to dance like a ho.”
“Deal.”