WMIS 03 Play With Me (27 page)

“Oh,
Will, you’re funny.” Jules wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “I’ll see
what I can do.”

“Good.”
I sit back, satisfied that Meg will have the perfect dress for the ball and
grin. “Thanks, guys.”

“You’re
welcome,” Natalie grins at Jules. “You know, she’s going to need shoes too.”

“And
lingerie.”

“Lingerie?”
I ask. “What kind?”

Oh,
God, this might kill me.

“Don’t
worry about it,” Jules waves me off and I can see the wheels turning in her
head. She’s up to something.

“This
is going to be fun.” Nat grins.

* * *

~Megan~

I’m
exhausted. It’s been a long, long day. It’s three am when I leave work, only an
hour past my official time off.

Thankfully,
I’m off now until next Monday. I’ll be able to go to Jules’ party Sunday night,
but I can’t get out of work Monday night because some of the other girls are on
vacation. I’ll just have to suck it up.

This
whole having a social life thing is really starting to interfere with my work
schedule. I laugh at the thought, start my old car and head toward home.

Yes,
having Will, and his huge family, in my life is complicating things, but I
wouldn’t change it for anything. It’s added some fun to my life.

He’s
reminded me that there’s more to life than work.

Leo
would be proud.

My
stomach twists the way it always does when I think of Leo. I miss him. He was
my brother in every sense of the word, and having him gone from my life has
left a big hole. Jules is right, his number probably hasn’t changed, but what
would I say? He’s been gone for years now. He’s a big time rock star with a
band, a tour schedule, fans and responsibilities. He made it clear when he left
what his priority was.

I
shake the thought of Leo off and stop at a red light in a deserted part of
downtown Seattle. Hell, any part of Seattle is pretty much deserted at three
am. Just as the light turns green, and I step on the gas, my car dies.

What
the fuck?

I
turn the key, but there’s absolutely no response. Not even a clicking noise.

Goddamn
car!

I
hit the steering wheel in frustration and then lean my forehead against it.
Fuck.

Well,
I can’t sit here in the middle of an intersection all night. I make sure the
car is in neutral, open the drivers’ door, get out and push it to the side of
the street, park it and climb back in, locking the door.

This
is downtown Seattle in the middle of the night.

I
call Will’s number and cringe. He’s going to have to get up in a couple hours
to go train.

“Hello?”
he answers sleepily.

“Hey,
babe. I’m sorry to wake you,” I murmur.

“What’s
wrong?” I hear him sit up. “Why aren’t you here?”

“Well,
I was on my way there, but my car broke down.”

“Where
are you?” He’s moving around, probably looking for clothes, and I sigh.

“I’ll
call a tow-truck, Will. I just didn’t want you to worry when you woke up and
I’m not there.”

“I’ll
come get you. Where are you?” he asks again.

“Downtown.”

“
What?”

“I’m
downtown. In fact, I should call Jules. Their condo isn’t far from here.”

“Hell
no, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Call a tow. I’m on my way.”

He
hangs up and I rest my forehead on the steering wheel again. He sounded mad.
Well, screw him! He didn’t have to come get me. I told him I’d call a tow.

Speaking
of a tow, I call a local company, give them my location and my insurance
information, and wait.

Less
than ten minutes later, Will pulls up behind me in the Rover. I get out of the
car and slide into the passenger side of his SUV.

“Thanks.
You didn’t have to come get me.”

“Like
I’d let you sit out here by yourself, Meg. How long did the tow company say
they’d be?”

“About
a half hour. They’ll be here soon.”

He
just nods and looks straight ahead, jaw tight.

“Will,
seriously, I’m sorry. I know you have to get up early…”

“That’s
why you think I’m upset?” His head whips around to look at me. “Because I’m
going to lose a couple hours’ sleep?”

“I
know you have a busy schedule today…”

“Stop
talking.” He runs his hands down his face and my jaw drops. Did he really just tell
me to stop talking?

“Megan,
I’m not mad at you for waking me up, or for having to come get you. You’re
mine. This is part of my job. I’ll gladly come get you every night after work
and bring you home, just so I know that you’re safe.”

“You
don’t have to…”

“What
pisses me off,” he continues, ignoring me. “is that I’ve told you that your car
isn’t safe, especially for driving alone in the middle of the night, and I’ve
offered you
this
car to keep.”

“Will,
I can’t just take a car from you.”

“Why
the hell not?”

“Because
it’s a goddamn car!” I yell back to him. “It’s not a pair of shoes or taking me
out to dinner, Will. It’s an expensive car.”

“A
car that I barely use.” His voice is calmer now. “Megan, I rarely drive this
car. Seriously, just use it. If it makes you feel better, just borrow it
indefinitely.”

I
frown at him.

“You
don’t have much choice. I have a feeling that thing is past the point of
return.” He points to my little red car and I sigh.

“I
know.”

He
takes my hand. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, but babe, this is silly. Just use
this car, okay?”

“Why
do you always get your way?”

“Because
I’m charming and handsome and rich.”

“And
so incredibly modest.” I shake my head at him and then climb over the console
into his lap. “Thank you for coming to get me and for letting me borrow your
car.”

“You’re
welcome.”

“How
can I ever repay you?” I ask and weave my fingers into his soft dark blonde
hair.

“Hmm…
I think we can work on payment when we get home.” His eyes are happy now, a
smile plays on his lips and I tip my head to lay my own on them.

“You
smell good,” I whisper.

He
wraps his arms around me and kisses me softly, nibbling my lips playfully, then
across my jawline and over to my ear where he knows I’m ticklish.

“You
taste good,” he murmurs.

Just
then a tow truck pulls in front of my car and backs up to my front end.

“Stay
here,” Will instructs me as he gets out of the car. “And lock this door behind
me.”

“Yes,
sir,” I respond playfully.

“I’m
gonna spank you later.”

“Oh,
good,” I grin at him and he shakes his head as he meets the driver by my car,
giving him instructions.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Who
called them?” Natalie asks and points a drunk finger toward the door. We follow
her manicured hand to find Caleb and Matt sauntering to us, trying not to
smile.

Gosh,
the Mungumrys are pretty.

“We
don’t want to go home yet.” Jules pouts.

“The
bar is trying to close, Jules,” Matt tells her. “We need to start taking you
guys home.”

“I’ll
call Nate and have him pay them to stay open longer,” Jules reaches for her phone,
but Matt just laughs at her.

“Uh,
Jules, it’s against the law for them to stay open any later than this.”

“Well,
shit,” Sam mutters.

“Yeah,
shit,” I mutter in agreement. “Okay, let’s go.” We all slam our last shot, grab
our bags and head toward the door.

Thank
goodness my feet are still intact this time.

“I’m
gonna go get some orgasms!” Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the
sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around.

I
grin and raise my fist to bump hers. “Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait.”
I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. “Did Will get home?”

Will
had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he’s
gone.

“Yes,
he’s waiting for you at home,” Matt replies with a half-smile.

“Good!
Orgasms for me!” The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us
missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.

Caleb
pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to
cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers’ seat to help Matt get us all
in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers’ seat and Caleb in the passenger
seat.

“I
need orgasms,” Brynna pouts. She is
hilarious
drunk. This dark haired
woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.

“That
one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some,” I remark with a
smirk and Caleb’s head whips around to glare at us.

“What
man?” he asks, his voice low and hard.

“Just
some dude who wanted to get his groove on,” Natalie responds. “And by groove, I
mean giving Bryn some orgasms.”

We
all laugh, like that’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard. ‘Cause it is.

“Hey,
are you guys good at giving orgasms?” I ask the brothers and then smirk when
Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to
hold onto his patience. “I bet you are. I bet it’s ‘netic, ‘cause Will can give
some fucking good orgasms.”

“I
want some rough sex,” Sam responds. “I like to be spanked.”

“Seriously?”
Brynna asks, her eyes wide.

“Haven’t
you ever been spanked?” Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no.

Hmm…
I think I’ll have Will spank me tonight.

“It’s
totally hot,” Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head
again as we turn a corner.

“What’s
wrong, Matt?”

“Must
you guys talk about sex?” he asks. “I’m related to most of you.”

“What’s
wrong, you don’t like it rough?” Brynna asks with a smirk.

Because
I’m sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, “You have no idea how rough I
like it.”

“Dude,”
Caleb scolds him. “Shut it.”

“What?
They’re talking about it.”

“Yeah!
I need to get laid,” Brynna mumbles again. “Seriously guys. Like laid for days.
Like, we just do it over and over and over…”

“Enough!”
Caleb yells, startling all of us.

Matt
laughs at him as we all look at each other.

“I
think Caleb needs to get laid too,” Jules remarks with a smug smile. “Nat, how
do you spell orgasm?” she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of
her phone.

“You
don’t spell it, you feel it.”

“No,
I’m texting Nate and I’m gunna tell him I need some.”

“I
think he knows,” I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of
her. “Nate looks like he gives really good orgasms.”

“Oh,
he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him.”
She’s nodding and texting and I’m stunned.

“He’s
pierced?” I squeak.

“Yep.”

“Holy
shit!”

“No
way!”

“Why?!”

All
the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I’m speechless. Holy
shit. He’s pierced.

Lucky
Jules.

“I
wonder if Will would get pierced?” I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and
Caleb respond with a loud, “No!”

Suddenly,
Caleb’s phone is ringing. “Hey, man.”

“Who
is that?” Jules asks.

“Yeah,
we have them and we’re on the way to your place first.” Caleb says as he looks
back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.

“Are
you thinking about orgasms?” I ask her.

“Mmm
hmm.” She confirms. “Luke’s good at them too.”

Lucky
bitch.

We’re
all lucky bitches.

Well,
those of us getting orgasms.

“Luke’s
waiting for you, Nat.” Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.

“I
know,” she smiles.

“There
is no one at home to smack my ass,” Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her
beautiful face.

“You
should have picked someone up at the bar,” Jules replies. “Nat, how do you
spell pussy?”