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He chews on his lip for a second. “I like when you cum on me, mark me with it.”
I smirk at him. “Good. I want to come on your face, your chest. Everywhere.”
Someone laughs loudly, and we jump at the unexpected sound.
“We’ve been back here a while,” I say and adjust myself to hopefully hide my hard-on a little. “Stay out of trouble. You owe me an orgasm.” I grip his jaw and kiss him quickly, then step out of the shadows. He damn near cackles as I walk away from him to find Jeremy. Hopefully, he hasn’t found too much trouble either.
I find Carpenter, and we grab beers as we watch the bad decisions being made around us. Over the sounds of the different movie scores playing, it’s mostly laughter we can hear. A shout every once in a while, or a moan that carries on the wind, but we both know that the coaches for all the active sports teams will be hard on players tomorrow while everyone is hungover. I wish them all the best of luck.
Jeremy steps up next to us eating a full-sized KitKat. “Sup?”
“You’re going to give yourself a stomachache.” I shake my head at him. “Your roomie gonna rub your belly for you?”Like I do for Brendon . . .
Carp points to Jeremy’s crotch. “What the fuck is that?”
I look too and snort at the squishy boob that looks like he shoved it into his underwear.
Jeremy looks down too and curses. “The stupid thing won’t stay. I need a bra.”
Carp sighs heavily and takes a drink of his beer while Jeremy shimmies around trying to get it to fall down one pant leg.
“It’s stuck,” he complains. “Get it, Paul.”
“Excuse me?” I meet his gaze. “You want me to shove my hand up your pants to grab your boob?”
“That is the most ridiculous sentence I think I’ve ever heard.” Carp laughs.
“Come on! I look like I’ve got an infected nut or something!” Jeremy argues.
“Did you swap brains with Oiler?” Carp asks.
“I swear to fuck,” I mumble under my breath and hand Jeremy my beer to hold. He takes it, and I squat down. Pushing his pant leg up as much as I can, I force my hand into the fabric and feel around for the boob. “How did this shit become my job? Where’s Preston?”
I’ve barely gotten my fingers on the foam toy when Jeremy crashes into me, bending my wrist at a weird angle and jerking my shoulder while dumping my beer down my back. My elbow hits something hard, and Jeremy ends up sprawled on top of me with his legs on either side of my head.
“What the fuck?!” I holler, trying to get my arm out of Jeremy’s pants.
“Hey there, buddy . . .” Brendon’s voice filters through the pain and surprise, and I sag onto the ground. “Whatcha doing there?”
“Get the fuck off me!” I smack Jeremy’s ass hard, and Brendon giggles. No shit, giggles!
“Can you let go of my nuts, please?” Jeremy whimpers in pain, and I immediately release whatever I was holding.
“My bad.”
“That’s not what you said yesterday,” Brendon singsongs. Jesus, he’s so drunk.
My face heats as Jeremy stifles a laugh, and Carp raises an eyebrow at me.
“Shut the fuck up, Brendon,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “Get off!”
He laughs again, dropping his head onto Jeremy. “I already did.”
I’m going to strangle him.
Carp sighs again and puts his beer down, then lifts Brendon off Jeremy who stands so I can pull my arm from his damn pants.
Brendon is leaning into our captain, laughing so hard he can’t stand up straight. Bastard. Jeremy is blushing and rubbing his junk while pointedly not looking at me.
