“Fuck that,” Grayson says, shaking his head. He leans in, whispering something to Rosie that makes her turn bright red, her lips parting.
“There’s no way I can choose,” Aiden says, taking a sip of his coke. “One without the other is hell.”
“Good to know,” Leila says, grinning before she takes a sip. Aiden groans and whispers something in her ear, but she just shakes her head, a sly grin on her lips.
Madeline takes a sip, avoiding the question.
“There’s a lot of drinking going on over there,” Gabi says, everyone’s eyes on us. “Are you not feeling talkative?” Her grin makes Madeline flip her off.
“Gabi,” Leila says, warning her.
“What?” Gabi flutters her eyelashes, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “It’s just a game.”
Not to me, it’s not. They might think we’re dating, but I’m fucking glad Madeline isn’t answering any of these questions. I’d always think whether or not she’s thinking of Connor doing them to her.
Gabi grins. “Would you rather find your parent’s sex tape or have your parents find yours?” She lets out a laugh when everyone else groans.
“What kind of question is that?” Grayson asks, taking a sip. “I’m not answering that.” Everyone else drinks, too, me included.
“Well,” James says, laughing. “I guess this is the silver lining when you don’t have any parents.” Everyone falls into silence, but James rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. Jesus.” He sighs. “Fine, here’s another. No sex or no kissing?”
Gabi shakes her head. “No kissing,” she says. “Most guys don’t know how to anyway.”
Rosie takes a sip of her drink. “I don’t want to choose.”
“Good thing you don’t have to, angel,” Grayson says, gripping her waist as he leans down to kiss her.
Madeline takes another sip, shuffling on my lap as she does. I swallow down a groan when she shifts against my cock. I try to ignore it, but when she does it again, my hands fly to her waist, halting her movements.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she says, with a hushed tone. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.” She shifts again, and I let out a deep groan, unable to stop it from coming out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Madeline. I’m going to need you to stop that.”
“You need to work out less,” she huffs. “Your thigh is as hard as a rock.”
My jaw clenches as I grip her waist tighter. “That’s not my thigh.”
She stops moving, slowly turning her head toward me. “You mean…”
I let out a breath. “That’s what happens when you grind on my dick.”
Fuck. Why the hell did I just say that? Her eyes widen, and I can tell she’s embarrassed. She tries to lift herself off my lap, but I pull her back down, moving her to the side of my leg.
“What are you doing?” she whisper yells.
“If you get up right now, it’s going to beveryembarrassing for me.”
She lets out a breath, careful not to move. Fuck, I need it to go down. But I know having Madeline this close to me isn’t going to make that happen.
A loud cheer comes from deep in the party, causing everyone’s heads to turn.
“What happened?” James asks, straining his neck, trying to see.
“I’m pretty sure they’re playing beer pong,” Gabi says.
“Fuck yeah, I’m amazing at beer pong. Who wants to play?” He looks around at the group. “Spoiler alert: I’m going to win.”
