The Score

by Elle Kennedy

  As the water level rises, I rummage in the cabinet under the sink to see if there are any bath salts or oils I can dump in there. I find a bottle of bubble bath, which I assume belongs to Grace because Hannah has the luxury of using Garrett’s private bathroom. G, that greedy bastard, pulled rank on us and used the team captain card to claim the master bedroom when we moved into this house.

  Logan, Tuck and I are forced to share the one in the hall, and it shows. The shelves are overflowing with dude products, the towels are forever on the floor, and the wastebasket contains an alarming amount of condom wrappers.

  Sighing, I start collecting the discarded towels. Logan left a pair of khakis on the rack, but I just drape the damp towels over the pants, then grab two clean ones from the linen closet and set them on the closed toilet lid.

  I return to the bedroom to find a very naked Allie sitting at the edge of the bed. My body responds, hardening to the sight of all that smooth, bare skin. Her nipples are pointed in salute. Fuck, I want to suck on them.

  A grin breaks out when I notice what she’s holding. “You actually brought him?”

  “You texted when I was still at the dorm, so I decided to grant you your favor.” She menacingly waves the dildo at me. “But if you want me to shove Winston up your butt, it’s not happening.”

  I choke out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I’d prefer it if my butt stayed Winston-free.”

  “Good.” She lovingly strokes the pink phallus. “Don’t get me wrong—I’ll totally shove whatever you want up there. Just not Winston. He’s special to me.”

  Wait, what?

  “Hold up. That’s your issue? You’re willing to peg me if I ask you to, but only as long as we don’t use your precious Winston?”

  “Of course I’d peg you if you asked me to.” She says this as if it’s the most normal thing on the planet. “Why would I ever deny you all that prostate pleasure? It’s like telling a woman you won’t touch her clit.”

  “As a man who has never experimented with his prostate, I can’t comment on the strength of that comparison.”

  Her jaw drops. “Never? Really? Okay, we’re definitely going to have to change that.”

  “Pass.” I tug her to her feet, enjoying the sight of her bare tits swaying. “Come on, I’ve got something that will make your sore back feel better.”

  I lead her to the bathroom, and her face lights up when she sees the bubble bath I’d prepared. “Oh my gosh. This is awesome.”

  Taking the vibrator out of her hand, I nudge her toward the tub. “Get in. But make sure to leave some room for me.”

  “Ooooh, we’re bathing together? Kinky.” She delicately dips one foot in the water, then moans loud enough to wake up my dick. Not that he was asleep. He’s always on high alert when this girl is around. “Nice and hot,” she purrs.

  I second that.

  I set Winston on the edge of the tub, then strip out of my T-shirt and sweats. The water sloshes as Allie slides forward so I can get in behind her.

  The steam rising around us smells like the strawberry flavor of the bubble bath. I make a contented noise, drawing her slippery, naked body against my chest. My legs are too long for this damn tub, so I have to prop my knees up, but I don’t care, because Allie’s round ass is pressed up against my cock and I’m perfectly willing to deal with some leg cramps if it means keeping her in this position.

  “Okay, back to our butt talk. Are you really not the least bit curious to know what it feels like?”

  I glide my hands down to her tailbone and start kneading her smooth, wet flesh. “Not in the slightest.”

  “Oooh, that feels great…keep doing that…” She moans again as she sags into my touch. “What about a finger? Let me stick one finger up there and see what happens.”

  I snort. “I appreciate the offer, but no.”

  “Would you feel better if a guy did it to you? Because, sweetie, I have a few gay friends who would kill to get their hands on your ass.”

  This time I give her a “Hell no.”

  “I never took you for a homophobe,” she taunts.

  “I’m not.”

  “Liar.”

  “I’m not. Seriously, I don’t care if you’re gay or straight or bi or whatever other category you fall under. I’m just not interested in bottoming for some dude. Dicks don’t do it for me.”

  “How do you know?” she challenges. “What if you hook up with a guy and end up loving it?”

  “Trust me, I won’t.”

  “How can you be sure unless you try it?” I shrug, which summons a squeal from her. “Oh my God, you have tried it!” Water splashes over the edge of the tub as she twists around so we’re face to face. “Who was he? What did he look like? What did you guys do? Tell me everything!”

  “There’s nothing to tell.”

  “Bullshit.” She runs one hand over the tiny white bubbles clinging to my pecs. “I’ll make you a deal. If you tell me about your gay experience…” She pauses enticingly “…I’ll tell you about my lesbian one.”

  Just like that, I’m harder than steel. “Deal,” I say instantly.

  Her laughter bounces off the shower tiles. “Men. You’re so easy to manipulate.”

  “Of course we are. It’s our fatal flaw—we’re ruled by our cocks.” I skim my hands up her soapy stomach to cup her tits. I keep catching tantalizing glimpses of her nipples peeking through the white suds, and I can’t help but seek them out with my fingers. When I pinch the rigid peaks, Allie makes a throaty sound and closes her eyes.

  “Nuh-uh,” I chide, dropping my hands. “You can’t dangle a lesbian encounter in front of me and then not follow through.”

  “Oh right. I forgot.” She shrugs dismissively, which causes droplets to fly off the ends of her hair. “I made out with a girlfriend of mine in junior year of high school. We got drunk at a party and decided to try it.” Another shrug. “It was all right.”

  “Just kissing?”

  “Yep.”

  “And it was only ‘all right?’” I grumble. “Well damn. That’s disappointing.”

  “Gee, I’m so sorry my experience doesn’t live up to your pervy standards. But that’s what happened. Okay, your turn. When did you go gay?”

  “Also happened in high school,” I confess. “A buddy and I were on a double date and the girls dared us to kiss. We said we’d do it only if they kissed. Didn’t think they’d call our bluff, but nope, they actually started making out like porn stars. So Jason and I couldn’t back out.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “It wasn’t awful, but it didn’t get me hard.”

  “Was there tongue?”

  “Yup.”

  “A lot of tongue?”

  “I don’t know. A normal amount.”

  She looks as dissatisfied by my tale as I was with hers. “And it didn’t go any further than that? You didn’t touch the tips of your dicks and pretend you were sword fighting?”

  I laugh hard enough to make all the water in the tub eddy like a river rapid. “No, but now I kinda wish we did. That sounds like a blast,” I choke out between chortles. “Dick swords.”

  Allie goes into hysterics too, but the way she’s shuddering with laughter causes her soapy thighs to slide up and down my crotch, which swiftly transforms my amusement into pure arousal.

  She’s still laughing when I capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. But not for long. Soon she’s gasping against my lips, locking her hands at the nape of my neck as her tongue tangles with mine.

  I clasp her hips and ease her forward until my shaft is lined up with her pussy. She whimpers when I glide my length along her wet flesh, rubbing my cockhead over her clit.

  “Dean…”

  Her breathy whisper barely registers. I’m too distracted by her warm, slippery pussy and the soft tits I’m now squeezing in my palms.

  “Dean.”

  “Mmmm?”

  “Did you hear that?”

  I suddenly notice she’s gone stiff, and her he
ad is slanting toward the closed door. I still the slow movement of my hips and listen carefully, but the house is silent. “I don’t hear anyth—”

  Oh shit. Wait. I do hear it. The unmistakable sounds of someone thumping up the stairs.

  And then:

  “Bro, you will never believe what happened!”

  Before I can blink, Allie is out of the tub, her naked, dripping-wet body diving behind the door half a second before Logan throws it open.

  17

  Dean

  “We drove all the goddamn way to goddamn Boston, only to realize I left my goddamn wallet at home. So we had to get back in the truck and drive all the way home, and now—”

  Logan skids to a stop, cartoon-character style. I’m surprised his head doesn’t spin and his eyeballs don’t bug out.

  “Um.” His gaze bounces around the bathroom like a rubber ball.

  He looks at the towel rack, where his cargo pants are hanging.

  He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra.

  He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud.

  And then he looks at Winston.

  “Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.”

  “Nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know!” Logan throws his hands in the air and starts backing toward the door as if he accidentally walked into a lion’s den. He halts. Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away. His eyes once again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand.

  I try again. “I promise you, it’s not—”

  “I don’t want to know.”

  He lunges out the door and slams it shut. I hear his footsteps thump toward the stairs. Then they thump back to the bathroom.

  “Hey, listen, I’m gonna stay with Gracie tonight. That way you can…uh…finish up whatever it is you’re…uh…doing.”

  Fucking hell.

  I wait until I hear the front door shut before I address Allie. “You hid behind the door? Really?”

  She steps forward sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

  “You can shove your sorries in a sack, baby doll. You realize what you’ve done, right?” I glare at her. “You’ve officially allowed my best friend to believe I like to shove dildos up my ass.”

  “Aw, that’s not true. If anything, Logan is enlightened now. We opened his mind to the delightful possibilities of anal play.”

  “Get in here,” I order.

  Allie quickly lowers herself in the water and kneels in front of me. “I am sorry, you know. I probably should’ve told him I was in here.” She tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “I just…I like the idea of keeping this a secret. You know what will happen if everyone finds out we’re screwing around. They’ll get all up in our business and turn this fling into something bigger than it is.”

  She’s right. That’s the nature of the social beast, and I was trying to avoid the same thing. But goddamn it, Logan is never going to let me live this down. Taking a bubble bath with a pink dildo? Allie has doomed me to a fate as the punchline of a never-ending joke.

  “Let me make it up to you,” she begs. “I’m sure we can find some way to get Logan off your mind…” Her soapy fingers encircle my cock, which rapidly hardens in her hand. “See? You’re already forgetting.”

  I groan when she gives me a firm stroke. “Nope, I’m still mad at you.”

  “What’ll it take for you to be un-mad at me?”

  “Your mouth, for starters.”

  She considers it, her gaze tracking the motion of her own hand beneath the water. “Normally I’d say yes, but I don’t think I can hold my breath for that long. And I’m pretty sure I’ll drown if I try to suck you off with my head underwater.”

  Chuckling, I rise to my feet and brace one palm on the tiled wall. Suds slide down my chest and cling to my wet skin. “How about now?”

  “This I can work with.” She scoots closer so her face is a scant inch from my jutting erection. Then she licks her lips, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  No. Correction—watching her wrap those lips around me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  She sucks gently, her tongue curling around my tip as if she’s sampling a delicious treat. Her soft moan hums through my body, triggering a jolt of pleasure.

  I reach down and trace my finger along the perfect O formed by her lips as they stretch tight around me. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.”

  Her blue eyes lock with mine. I shudder when her mouth welcomes me in, hot and wet and eager. With each slow suck, she takes me in deeper and deeper, until I’m damn near poking the back of her throat. Jesus. I want to pump into her mouth, hard, but I know if I increase the tempo, I’ll shoot way too fast.

  “You…” Her breath tickles my engorged tip “are so…” She licks the underside, and I tremble with need “…suckable.”

  A laugh wheezes out. “And what makes me ‘suckable’?”

  “This.” She squeezes my shaft. “This gorgeous dick. Big, but not too big.” Her fingers wrap around me again. “Thick, but not too thick. It’s perfect.”

  “Is there such a thing as too anything when we’re talking dicks?”

  Laughing huskily, she swallows me up again, and I no longer remember what we’re talking about, because Allie Hayes is too damn good at giving head.

  She cups my sac as she works me with her mouth, licking and swirling and basically driving me out of my goddamn mind. Every square inch of skin starts to buzz. The growing pleasure makes my knees wobble.

  Keeping one hand on the wall, I thread the other through Allie’s damp hair until my palm is cupping her scalp. “You gonna let me come in your mouth, baby?”

  She hasn’t yet. The last blowjob she gave me ended with her jacking me through the climax. But I’ve been dying to shoot in her mouth, feel her throat working to swallow every drop.

  Allie peers up seductively. My balls go tight to my body, heavy with need. When she gives a slight nod, I’m a goner. The release sears into my body and spurts out of my cock. A hoarse groan breaks free as she sucks me dry.

  It takes almost a full minute to recover. Once my breathing steadies and my vision clears, I drop into the water again, nudging her backward. Allie squeaks when I lift her up on the small porcelain ledge. It’s about a foot and a half wide, offering plenty of room for her to sit.

  “My turn,” I mutter.

  Her eyes smolder as I part her legs and stroke her inner thighs. The skin there is baby-soft, silky beneath my fingers. I’m about to lower my head and feast when I remember something.

  With a wicked grin, I slide backward in the tub and reach for Winston.

  Allie’s breath hitches.

  “Let’s see if Winston gets you off as good as Little Dean, shall we?” I drag the tip of the sex toy over her clit, chuckling when she widens her legs even further apart. I love her shamelessness, how she’s up for anything and completely unapologetic about it. Just like me.

  I tease her for a while, gliding the toy up and down her slit until she’s bumping her hips forward, visibly agitated. Aroused. Then I spread her apart with my fingers and ease the head of the pink toy toward her opening.

  We both watch as I feed it inside her. I was trying to go slow, but she’s so wet that the toy’s entire length slips in without resistance. I draw it out, leaving only the tip there, then plunge it in again.

  Allie moans.

  I do too, because yet again I’ve been proven wrong. Watching the dildo tunnel in and out of her? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “How do you feel?” I murmur.

  “Full,” she murmurs back.

  With the toy still wedged inside her, I bend down and press my tongue to her clit. I lick it softly and start moving my hand, the lazy drag of my tongue matching the lazy thrust of the toy. Allie clutches my hair and squirms on the ledge. The movement of her legs splashes water in my face. I don’t care. I capture her clit between my lips a
nd suckle it, while Winston continues to do his job down south.

  The noises escaping her throat get breathier, faster. I suck harder and shift the toy so it’s hitting her at an angle, and that gets me a delighted, “Oh my God.”

  I smile against her hot flesh as she convulses. I love making this girl come. She always reacts like she’s just received an unexpected gift, like she truly didn’t expect this big shiny present but hoo boy she’s more than happy to tear open the wrapping.

  Her body sags on a blissful cry, and then her eyelids flutter open. “I love Winston.”

  I gently pull out the toy. But I’m not gentle in the way I scowl at her. “You know he’s not real, right?”

  “Trust me, let me put him inside you just one time and I bet you’ll be singing a different tune.”

  We drip water all over the bath mat and tiles as we get out of the tub. When I bend over to drain it, Allie smacks my butt and says, “Stop tempting Winston.”

  I snicker, then turn around to grab her a towel.

  In my room, Allie sets the toy on my dresser and starts to dry off. “I really am sorry, by the way.” She sighs. “Logan is going to torture you about what he saw, huh?”

  “Big-time.” When guilt floods her expression, I sigh too. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’ll tell him someone was hiding behind the door because she was embarrassed.”

  Allie looks alarmed.

  “I won’t say it was you.”

  My reassurance has the opposite effect. Her eyes darken with displeasure. “So you’re going to tell him you had a random girl over?”

  “Would you rather I said it was you?”

  “No. But…” She bites her lip and says nothing.

  I’ve been with a lot of women. I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about something that never even occurred to you.