WMIS 03 Play With Me (28 page)

Matt
chokes on the soda he was drinking. “Seriously, Jules, shut up! You’re my
sister!”

“Oh,
stop. I’m a grown up. I’ve been having sex for more than a decade.” She waves
him off. “Meg, how do you spell cock?”

“I
don’t know,” I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. “Shit, I
have ‘nesia!”

“Shit,”
Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell
it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”

“Sonofabitch,”
Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this
because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”

I
rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”

“Hi,
honey. Are you having fun?”

God,
his voice is hot.

“Yeah.
I want orgasms. I get to have them this time, right?”

He
laughs in my ear and I smile. “As long as you don’t throw up, yes.”

“I
won’t throw up,” I frown. “I want you to smack my ass. Sam reminded me that I
like that. But I have ‘nesia ‘cause I can’t remember how to spell pussy.”

“Uh,
Meg, my brothers are right there.”

“I
know your brothers are right here!” I roll my eyes and giggle.

“They’re
my brothers too!” Jules yells at him.

“Jesus,
you guys got really drunk.” Will chuckles.

“Well,
yeah. It’s a bitcherlet party, Will.” I squirm in my seat. “Now, as I was
saying. You know where I have my clit…” Before I can say another word, Caleb
takes the phone back, scowling at me.

“Dude,
what is up with all these horny women?” he asks Will.

“Hey!
I wasn’t done!”

“Meg,”
Jules peers over at me. “My brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit
pierced.”

I
hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb
pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”

Matt
glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. “What?”

He
laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“Hey,
it makes things interesting.”

We
pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles
sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.

“Welcome
home, baby.”

“Hi,
handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries
her inside and waves back at us.

“Orgasms,”
Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.

Next
stop is Nat and Jules’ old house where Brynna and her girls have been living
for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van, but stumbles, and Caleb
easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms
around his neck.

“You
don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.

“It’s
okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back and I sigh. Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys
are so sweet.

“I
like sweet guys,” I announce.

“Why?”
Jules asks.

“I
dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”

Sam
nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty too.”

“Oh,
yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”

Caleb
climbs back in and we take Sam home. “You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs
out of the van.

“Yeah,
I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”

“Who’s
Brandon?” Jules asks.

“Fuck
buddy. I need to be spanked. ‘Night all!” And with that she disappears into her
downtown apartment building.

“Atta
girl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”

Jules
smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”

“So
fun,” I agree.

“We’ll
do it again when you get married.”

I
frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”

“Why?”

“Will
will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”

I
look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again
in the mirror.

“What?”

“Why
would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.

“They
always leave.”

“Who?”
Matt asks.

“People
I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules who is watching me with understanding
eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules.
If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”

“No
he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit
out of you.”

“No
he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”

“What
does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.

“I
dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”

“Okay.”
She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the
curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”

Nate
lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of
the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knock outs.

I
snort.

Knock
outs. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than
it’s still the alcohol talking.

I
must fall asleep because suddenly the van door opens again and Will leans in,
smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”

He
lifts me easily out of the van and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be
cradled in his strong arms.

“Thanks
guys. Have a good night.”

“No
problem, man. Good luck with her.”

My
eyes are closed, but I can hear Caleb’s grin.

“Good
night, boys. Go find some orgasms,” I instruct them and can’t help but smile at
their laughter.

I
love these guys.

Will
carries me inside and sets me on the kitchen counter. I brace my hands on the
edges of the dark granite and dangle my feet, watching him move about, pouring
a glass of water and grabbing pills out of a drawer.

“Here,
take these and drink the whole glass and you won’t be hung over tomorrow.”

“Did
you win tonight?” I ask and do as I’m told.

“Yes.”
His eyes are happy as he watches me follow his directions. When the glass is
empty, I wipe my mouth with my arm and lick my lips.

“Thanks.”

“You’re
welcome.” He puts the glass in the sink and then stands between my legs, his
arms wrapped around my ass, and nose even with mine.

“Did
you get tackled a lot?” I ask with a frown.

“No,
not much,” he responds with a soft smile.

“I
don’t like it when you get bagged.”

“That’s
sacked, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “I’m fine.”

“You’re
so tall.”

He
just smiles at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Nah,
I’m just a normal girl. Your groupies are beautiful.”

“They’re
not my groupies. And they’re not beautiful. You are. I love your hazel eyes and
soft auburn hair. I love your soft skin.” He wraps his arms tightly around me
and nuzzles my nose with his. “I love you, Megan.”

I
sigh and wrap myself around him, legs around his hips, arms around his neck,
and bury my face in his neck. He lifts me and carries me upstairs like this,
and helps me out of my clothes, then tucks me into the bed.

He’s
standing at the side of the bed, looking down at me with humor and love. I hold
my arms out. “Come to bed.”

He
strips down, and I’m reminded of that first night in my townhouse when he took
me home from the engagement party, and how far we’ve come since then. He slips
in behind me and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my middle. My eyes
are heavy from the alcohol and the dancing.

“Sleep,”
Will whispers to me.

“But
I wanted orgasms,” I whisper back. Will chuckles softly and brushes my hair
back off my face.

“I’ll
give you lots of orgasms tomorrow.”

“Okay.”
I sigh and link my fingers with his. “Love you, too,” I whisper so softly, just
before I drift to sleep, and don’t hear Will’s gasp of surprise, or feel the
wide smile spread across his face.

* * *

I
wake to sunshine and the smell of bacon.

Oh,
sweet God, bacon. I lay in the bed, flat on my back, and take stock. Stomach
isn’t rolling. Room isn’t spinning. Head doesn’t hurt.

I
sit up and run through the same list. All systems are a go. And the bacon is
making my mouth water.

I
love Monday mornings. Will usually has the day off, which means I get to spend
the morning with him.

I
hurry to the shower and scrub last night off my body. Face, hair and body are
all buffed and washed and scrubbed until I’m squeaky clean and feeling ten times
better. I brush the hell out of my teeth, comb my wet hair, pull on one of
Will’s old jerseys and his boxer-briefs and go hunt him down.

He’s
in the kitchen, adding fruit to two small bowls. He’s made pancakes and bacon
and he looks delicious himself in faded, torn blue jeans and an old black
t-shirt. The arms of the shirt hug the muscles in his biceps and I can’t stop
myself from walking over and kissing him there, just below the hemline.

“Good
morning,” I murmur.

“Good
morning.” He smiles down at me and kisses me chastely. “How do you feel?”

“Better
than I expected to.”

“No
hangover?”

“No.
I feel good. The shower helped too.”

“Good.”
He hands me the fruit bowls, grabs the plates and leads me to the dining table
where he’s set up coffee and juice.

“This
is fantastic. Thank you.”

“You’re
welcome, sweetheart.” We dig in and oh my God, it tastes like heaven.

“I
had no idea you could cook.”

He
laughs and shrugs. “I really can’t. Breakfast is all you’ll really get out of
me.”

“Mmm.”
I take another bite of pancakes. “Really good.”

“You
were hungry,” he remarks with a smile.

“Yeah.
We didn’t eat much last night.”

“I
figured as much. Do you remember much of it?”

I
wrinkle my forehead and think back. “I remember dancing and laughing and
drinking a whole lot.”

“Do
you remember the ride home?” His eyes are dancing with humor.

“I
think I talked to you on the phone.”

“You
did.”

“And
we were all talking about orgasms. I didn’t get any, did I?”

He
shakes his head and laughs. “Uh, no. You passed out on me.”

“Typical.”
I shrug. “It was a lot of fun.”

“Good.
You deserved it.”

“I
guess work won’t suck too badly today.”

“You
have to work today?” He asks with raised brows. I finish my meal and sit back,
juice in hand.

“Yeah.
Some of the others are on vacation and I couldn’t rearrange the schedule.” I
shrug again. “It’s okay. I work tonight through Thursday and then I’m off until
next Tuesday.”

“Four
nights this week?” Will asks as he clears the table. I stand to help him, but
he waves me off. “I’ve got this. Just relax.”

“Yeah,
I picked up an extra shift.” I don’t tell him it’s because I could use the
extra money to replace my car. “So, before our drunken stupor last night, Jules
offered to help me get ready for the ball on Saturday. She has a dress for me
to borrow and everything, so that’ll be fun. I think Nat and Sam are going to
come too.”

“That’ll
be fun. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He smiles at me, but I feel like
something’s wrong.

“What
is it?”

“What?”

“Something’s
wrong.” I stand and cross to him. He leans his ass against the countertop and I
lean against him, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up into his
handsome face. He frowns and tightens his lips.

“I
was hoping to spend the day with you today. I was gone for three days, and I
missed you.”

I
raise myself on tip-toe and kiss his lips softly, pulling on his lower lip with
my teeth. “I missed you too, football star.”

His
hands slide from my thighs over my ass, under his jersey and up my back. “You
feel so good.”

I
raise my arms and he pulls the jersey over my head and throws it on the floor.
I pull the hem of his shirt up and he helps me pull it over his head, and I
can’t help but step back and take in the muscled perfection before me. God, all
that hard work pays off.