“Shut up.” I shove her to the couch and turn off the stupid dancing video game. “You cheated.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
You know what’s not gonna help me sleep? The image of Jennie dancing around my living room in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties and my T-shirt. No, that image is definitely going to keep me up tonight.
We’re riding together to the New Year’s Eve party—Carter’s idea; can’t wait for him to regret that one—and Jennie came by early to hang. She showed up at my door in this shimmery midnight blue dress painted over her ass, then promptly discarded it so we could have dance battles. Dance battles were delayed by other types of battles, and I accidentally held her to the wall by her throat while I made her come on my fingers. The throat thing was because she already had her makeup on, and she didn’t wanna ruin it.
I wanna ruin all of her.
“What are you doing?” Jennie asks as I tear open a bag of snacks.
“Eating my feelings,” I mumble, tossing a handful of Flamin’ Hot Funyuns in my mouth. They’re crunchy and spicy, bursting with flavor, kinda like Jennie. Everything I want in a snack.
“Ew. Have fun making out with yourself tonight.”
“Nah.” Another handful. “Gonna dwag you off ta da closet, shub ma tongue in yo mouf.”
“You’re absolutely not coming anywhere near me tonight.”
I swallow, wiggling my red fingers at her. “That’s what you think.”
Jennie’s face twists with disgust, and she gags when I lick my fingers. “That’s utterly disgusting. I can smell your breath from here.”
I tuck the bag away and wash my hands. “You wanna smell it up close and personal?”
She pins her arms over her chest and crosses her ankles on my coffee table, ignoring me as I creep toward her. “Keep your breath away from me, Andersen, or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll kick your ass.”
“Creative.” My fingers circle her ankles, spinning her on the couch and opening her legs so I can crawl between them.
“I’ll karate kick your ass so hard you’ll be playing tonsil hockey with your balls.”
I bite back my laugh, straddling her hips and pinning her wrists on either side of her head. “I’ve never met a more violent person in my life. Lucky for me, I’ve learned my size means I can hold you down, and you very much enjoy me doing so.”
She wiggles her hips, lifting them off the couch, smashing her pelvis against mine as she tries to kick me off. My grip on her wrists tightens as I cover her body with mine.
“Garrett,” she warns lowly. She’s got the wild eyes going on. I love the wild eyes.
“C’mon, Jennie.” I purse my lips, making smooching sounds. “Lemme kiss you.”
“Garrett!” Shrieks of giggles fill the air as she rolls around beneath me, trying to shake me off. When my fingertips descend on her rib cage, tickling, she starts wheezing, crying as she laughs and gasps for breath at the same time, begging me to stop.
When I think she’s on the verge of passing out or nailing me in the nuts, I ease up on the tickling. Circling her wrists, I pin them beside her head and chuckle, skimming the length of her nose with the tip of mine. When she’s able to breathe again, I roll off her, heading for my bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Jennie swipes at her hair. She’s gonna need to fix that before we show up to her brother’s house.
“To brush my teeth. I wanna spend my night kissin’ you.” I hit her with a wink. “Secret kissin’， of course.” I grip my junk. “I like getting blow jobs. Can’t do that if I lose my dick tonight.”
Jennie chucks a pillow at my face. “Go brush your teeth, you brussel sprout.”
An hour and a half later, we’re rolling up to Carter and Olivia’s house, and I’ve spent the entire twenty-minute drive trying to slip my hand under Jennie’s dress.
“Are you sure you don’t want to drink tonight?” She slaps my hand and stuffs it in the middle console. “We can take an Uber home.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Well, if you change your—”
“I won’t. I’m gonna fuck your mouth later, and something about me being drunk and you being sober while I do it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Jennie doesn’t even miss a beat as she stares out the window. “Whether you’re drunk or sober isn’t gonna stop me from sitting on your face and coming all over your tongue.” She looks my way with a dazzling grin as I leave the car idling on the street, slack jawed, and she squeezes my thigh, right next to my cock. “Ready, big guy?”
I wasn’t ready.
I had to hang back and tuck my dick into the waistband of my boxers while Jennie went on ahead; I’d accidentally pitched a tent in my jeans.
Now it’s two hours later and she’s been flirting with Jaxon all night long, batting her stupid lashes at him, licking her stupid lips, smirking at me over his stupid shoulder. She mentioned something about me decorating her ass with my handprint later tonight. I guess this is her way of ensuring it’ll be fucking permanent.
“Watching you fall is adorably hilarious.”
I trip over nothing, catching myself on the wall. My cherry soda water sloshes and fizzes, coating my hand. “Fuck, Care. Why are you always sneaking up on me?”
Cara grins. “I’m very, very sneaky.”
“And annoying,” I grumble, then cover my shoulder when she punches it. “Ow! What was that for?”
Her eyes slice sideways, landing on Jennie and Jaxon. J&J. JJ. J?. Those all sound stupid. Stupid J’s. G&J sounds way better, if I were to put any two totally random letters of the alphabet together.
“Poor baby. Did the green-eyed monster get you?”
I frown. “What are you talking about? Stop speaking in codes.”
“Okay, Garrett. I’ll stop speaking in codes.” She backs me against the wall, fiery eyes making my neck clammy. She’s tall and fierce and scary. “You’ve been staring at Jennie all night, and every time Jaxon touches her, you look like you’re on the verge of popping this vein right—” she pokes my neck, “—here.”
“Carter doesn’t like him talking to her.” Oooh, good one. Quick thinking, Gare.
“Carter’s not the only one.”
Jaxon chooses this moment to saunter over, tipping his beer to his lips. “What’re we talking about?”
“Oh hey, Jax.” Cara gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Gare-Bear was telling me how he doesn’t like you talking to Jennie because he has a crush on her.”
“Cara.” I fling my arms wide. My drink fizzes again, soaking my left sock. I look back at Jaxon. “I didn’t say any of that. She’s being a…a…a Cara.” Smooth. “She’s drunk.”
Adam appears out of nowhere, swinging one arm around my shoulders. “I’m drunk.” His tone is as proud as his broad grin. “There’s a cute girl here. Her name is Stacey. Samantha?” His brows crumple. “Maybe it’s Sarah. She likes hockey, and I showed her a picture of Bear, and she said he was cute. Should I ask her out?”