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Hell, I’ll kick his ass if he tries anything, so I just smile and say,
“She’s woman enough to carry all that booze in here, right, Harp? ‘
“Right. ‘
She jumps to her feet, and then yawns, stretching her arms over her head.
Her shirt rides up, giving me a perfect view of smooth skin and full hips.
Blake’s hungry look isn’t helping my generosity in letting him be close enough to breathe the same air as her, but what else am I supposed to do?
“Let’s get it. ‘
Blake leads the way and Harper shares a smile with me before following him.
I’m totally calm, at peace, ready to put things behind me when Aisha starts to laugh.
“What? ‘
I frown.
“You high or something? ‘
“You’re an idiot, ‘
she says, grabbing the playing cards from Ryan.
“If you think that you don’t have some serious competition when it comes to Blake, you’re wrong. ‘
“Huh? ‘
I almost laugh.
“That cock sucker? ‘
She smiles.
“Never underestimate the underdog and the one guy who can possibly make you look and feel like a dumbass at school, other than that dip shit over there. ‘
She points at Ryan.
“But clearly, he’s about to get laid, so he doesn’t give a shit about you right now, he just wants pussy. ‘
I wait for Ryan to defend me, but he’s already making out with Sadie and her hands are tugging at his pants and before I know it, they’re stumbling out of the living room, which means I get to play strip poker with Blake, Aisha, and the girlfriend I just confessed my love to.
Awesome.
Harper
“You boys ready to lose? ‘
Aisha asks.
I look at her, like really, really look at her.
She went from being emotional and an actual human a few minutes ago, sharing stories of her past, her brother, and why they were so close, why his death effected her so much, to this flirty little thing who looks ready to have a threesome with Blake and Easton.
She adjusts her top again, of course, exposing her boobs, then sits back against the couch and clasps her hands together.
“Boys against girls! ‘
That means I’m on her team.
Yay me.
How did that switch flip so fast? I share a look with her, she lifts her chin, her eyebrow arching, like game on, and I have zero choice but to reply back with a look of my own that I hope appears confident and sexy as fuck.
“Never, ‘
Blake laughs.
“Hey, where did Sadie and Ryan go? ‘
“They’re having sex, ‘
Easton laughs.
“Lots and lots of sex, in fact, if you guys want to give up on the game, I’d be more than down to take this girl over here”he grabs me”and eat her out until my tongue falls off. ‘
Aisha’s cheeks turn pink.
Blake glares.
“Thanks for the overshare, but I think we should hang out a bit.
Isn’t that what friends do? ‘
I want to punch him.
Easton’s tongue falling off? Well, yeah, that sounds super nice, sign me up! Instead, I’m playing stupid cards with Blake and Aisha.
I don’t growl, but a sound I can’t quite define escapes my parted lips as Aisha deals the cards out and starts the game.
“Actually, ‘
she laughs,
“how about we do a game of slapjack instead? Super easy to understand, you just have to slap, and if you lose, well… ‘
She shrugs.
“An article of clothing gets to leave your body. ‘
“I don’t think so, ‘
Easton mutters, his gaze meeting mine.
“Awesome idea, ‘
Blake encourages.
“Are you really okay with this? ‘
Easton asks me.
“Sure. ‘
I shrug, remembering I have a see through lace bra on, so once my shirt is gone, or pants, I have like zero choice left.
I’m wearing flip flops, sweats, a thong, and a sweatshirt.
Clearly, I did not plan for this.
I’ll just have to win slapjack, which I can do.
I can totally do this.
A half hour goes by and I realize I really cannot do this.
I’m sitting in my thong.
My flip flops are gone.
Blake is shirtless, showing off an eightpack.
It’s impressive and I want to stare, but I force myself to look away.
And Easton? He’s fully dressed, a pro at slapjack, to the point that it’s almost alarming.
And Aisha? Same.
The only thing she took off is one high heel.
That’s it.
One.
Heel.
I officially hate this game.
We continue to play.
My eyes are moving faster than what should be humanely possible as I try to locate the stupid jack card, so I can slap it.
Aisha sees it first.
My hand hits hers.
Easton hits mine.
Blake is last.
All eyes fall to me.
Because unless I want to pull off my stupid thong, I have to pull off my hocdie.
“No. ‘
Easton tugs me against him.
“Hell no. ‘
I pull away slightly and look into his eyes.
“It’s fine, it’s not like Blake hasn’t seen boobs before and I’m sure mine are so big that we’ll give Aisha a real live human anatomy lesson. ‘
I start to take off my top.
“PS, this is what real boobs look like, you know, without padding, without help..just all natural perfection. ‘
I’m shaking as I flip off my sweatshirt and toss it into the corner, clearly I’m nipping out because I’ m cold and freaking out.
Aisha glares at me, like her plan backfired, while Blake looks at my chest, looks away, then looks again.
“Look at her tits one more time… ‘
Easton warns.
“And I will fucking kill you. ‘
Aisha snickers.
“Not like you haven’t had your share of strip poker, tits, and pussy. ‘
Easton stiffens next to me while Blake looks away like he’s ashamed.
I frown.
“What? ‘
“Oh, you know. ‘
Aisha starts equally splitting the deck again.
“Or maybe you don’t? ‘
I’m quiet.
I don’t want to hear this, do I? But it’s like an addiction I can’t quit, like I need to know Easton’s past even if it affects our future.
“What? ‘
I ask again.
“Aisha, ‘
Easton warns.
Blake clears his throat.
“Probably not the time, Aisha. ‘
Even Blake is warning her? Is it horrible that now I really want to know?
“What? ‘
She laughs.
“Are you two, like, actually embarrassed about it? ‘
She throws her head back and laughs more.
“God, I thought you were more mature than that. ‘
“Aisha, ‘
Easton says her name again.