“I’m going to grab us more drinks,” Eric said and then he leaned forward to grab her hand and squeeze it before letting go. As he passed through the group Colby turned towards him.
“Oh, I’ll help. Stay here, Meg, we’ll be right back!” The guys wandered towards the bar and she let the music sweep her up. It had been a few hours since the event started, and the last hour had been an incredible example of how much better it was to party at twenty-eight versus eighteen. No dramatic crying girls in the bathroom, no fist fights in the parking lot, no teachers standing watch as monitors in the corners of the room. It was just a bunch of people remembering what it was like to be carefree, responsibility free for a night — and it was glorious.
When she opened her eyes she saw the same group of women watching her as she turned and danced to the music. Megan didn’t recognize them, but one of them walked up with a drink in hand, obviously already drunk. “Oh my God, Colby is still so hot!”
She laughed. “Uh, yeah, he does look good.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe he somehow looks even better than he did in high school! Are you and Eric still together?” The girl’s eyes were wide, and she glanced over to where the two men stood talking together as they leaned on the bar.
“No! No, we’re not. We just saw each other tonight, actually.” Megan was surprised that this woman not only knew Eric’s name, but remembered that they had dated. It had started Junior year, but it had never been a big deal. They were both athletes, they ended up in a lot of the same classes to work around practices, it had just worked for them. It’s not like they’d been Prom king and queen, that had been one of the choir girls and her basketball boyfriend.
“Oh, okay. Well, do you know if Colby is single? I mean, he’s not married right? I didn’t see a ring or anyth—” The woman flustered to a halt as the guys approached again, and her cheeks got an even brighter red on top of the alcohol flush.
“Well, hel-lo, Dawn!” Colby grinned at her as if he knew exactly what she had been saying. “What were you two talking about? Me, I presume?”
Megan couldn’t hold back the laugh when it burst from her lips, and Dawn took a hefty gulp of the drink in her hand before composing herself. “I was just asking Megan about her and Eric actually, but if you want to dance again just come wave at me.” She winked and swished her hips, her navy-blue skirt flaring out as she walked back to her friends. They collapsed around her and a fit of giggles erupted as four sets of eyes turned towards them.
“Remind you of high school, Colby?” Eric was grinning as he slipped behind Megan, sliding an arm under hers to offer the second drink in his hands. She took it and Colby faced them with a shrug.
“It’s a terrible curse I bear, to be so attractive to women. I know you’d never understand it, but it’s something I deal with constantly.” Colby laid the back of his hand against his forehead in a melodramatic pose, and Eric huffed out a breath against her neck in response.
“I think she likes you, Colby, if you’re interested. You could definitely take her home.” Megan smiled at him as she swayed with Eric, and he glanced over his shoulder at the girls again. Another wave of giggling laughter exploded from the group and then he turned back to her.
“I’m just fine.”
“Seriously?” Megan was shocked.
“Well, look at that, you have grown up a little.” Eric was pressing his hips against her ass as they moved to the music, and Colby just shrugged before taking a sip of his Jack Daniels.
“I don’t see anything over there I need.” For a moment his eyes were locked onto Megan’s and she felt the heat rush up from her belly again.
Was that directed at her?
“Oh, I love this song!” Eric started to move behind her as Jay-Z took off over the speakers, and Colby began to dance and brush his shoulders off like the song suggested. Both guys seemed to remember every lyric as they called it out to each other over her head, and Megan just amused herself by moving back and forth in front of Eric to the beat.
The music changed again and they were laughing as Colby moved closer in front of her, and in an instant she was pressed between them. She used to go clubbing with friends all the time and it was never an odd thing on the dance floor to have guys pressing against you, and even when she’d been married it hadn’t bothered her much because it had been innocent. Just dancing.
This didn’t feel innocent.
Their hands moved over her curves as they all kept the rhythm of the music and Megan just raised her glass in the air and let go. She let go of all the stress of her life over the last couple of years, the frustration of the divorce, the humiliation of having to move home with her parents for so many months — and she danced. When she remembered the lyrics she sang, when Eric’s hands rested on her hips and pulled her back against him she reveled in the heat from his body. When Colby moved slowly down the front of her body, his face so close to her dress that she could feel his breath, she didn’t get flustered — this was fun.
Then Eric kissed her neck.
His lips were hot against her skin, and unexpected, and when his teeth nipped her and she felt the rumble of a groan in his chest it was like being in high school again. The only difference between this dance and their prom was that it was Colby’s hands inching up from her waist to tease the underside of her breasts, and there were no parents waiting at home wondering when she’d be back.
“What are you guys—”
“Shh, Megan. I thought you wanted to dance?” Eric’s lips moved against her shoulder, and then he nipped her again. Just as he did, Colby’s thumbs rolled across her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Then his hands slid back to her waist and his thigh returned between her legs like it had earlier in the evening, rubbing until she felt a liquid heat pool at her core.
“Still think I was joking about wanting to chase you, Megster?” Colby looked down into her eyes and she was breathless, speechless.
What the hell was she supposed to say to him, them?
Colby continued rubbing his thigh against her, Eric’s hand tightened on her hip to hold her in place, and this time there was no question that it was Eric’s hard cock pressing against her backside. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”
“Tour the alma mater, for old times’ sake.” Colby smiled at her, and Megan was sure the world had to have slipped into an alternate dimension. She didn’t answer at first as she tried to process what was happening, but then Colby leaned close to her, his lips a breath away from her own. “Unless you’re a scaredy-cat?”
Megan grinned and leaned forward until her lips almost touched Colby’s and he was forced to back up. She heard his breath catch, watched his facial expression flicker from cocky playboy to surprise for just a moment, and then she rallied all the bravery inside her and replied, “A walk sounds nice, Eric.”
Colby laughed as he stepped away from her, and Eric turned her around in his arms. For a second she thought he was going to kiss her, really kiss her, but then he raised his eyes over her head. “Coming, Colby?”
“Obviously.”
Chapter Two
A second later they were walking off the dance floor, weaving between other groups, couples, and laughing alumni. As they passed the tables they abandoned their glasses, and then slipped out the doors that led to the cool, quiet hallways.
If she had thought the gym was a flashback, the look and smell of the halls of Whittaker High was a whole different story. The same old tile, the same rows of lockers, only now there were dark flat screens on some of the walls. Megan hadn’t even realized how warm she was until she pushed her hands into her hair and felt the perspiration cooling on her skin. When she turned around she noticed that Colby had one of the bright blue goody bags from the tables in his hands and a devious grin on his face. She was about to ask him about it when Eric took her hand in his and started walking down the hallway, pulling her behind him.
Megan felt small walking behind her tall, gorgeous, ex-boyfriend. It had
been one of her favorite things about dating him in high school. He would open his arms and envelop her in a hug that made her feel positively dainty — which helped when she was knocking into other girls on the soccer field and hurling taunts and insults. It had always kept her off balance with him, but in a good way. He was the kind of guy she could never guess his next move, and at that exact moment it was torturous to imagine what he had planned. Summoning the strength from the last buzz of alcohol in her veins she squeezed his hand and spoke up.
“Eric, where the hell are we going? Are you wanting to check and see if you still have a trophy in a case somewhere?” Megan grinned and Eric looked over his shoulder at her the way he used to when he was about to pounce on her. It had been the same look that used to fill her with tremors of excitement, and it seemed that a decade had done nothing to temper the effect he had on her.
“I’m honestly not that interested in a trophy case.”
“Me either,” Colby commented, and when she looked back his eyes were somewhere around her hips. Typical. As mysterious as Eric could be, Colby was as easy to read as a grade school primer.
“Did you ever actually win a trophy in high school?”
“No, but I don’t think they had school sponsored events for anything I would have won a trophy for, but — trust me — if they had I would have a big trophy in a case somewhere. A really big fucking trophy.” Colby laughed, and Eric chuckled as he pulled her down the halls like he still had them all memorized.
“Okay, so if we’re not going to look at trophies then where are we going?” Megan asked, but neither of the guys answered her. They turned a corner into another hall and the lights were only half-on, leaving them in semi-shadow.
Eric let go of her hand and faced her with a slow smile. “We wanted to spend some time with you, Megster. Just you.” He waved his hand in the air. “Not with so many prying eyes.”
“Exactly.” Colby agreed. “You know, Eric, I think Meg looks even hotter now than she did senior year.” He stepped around to her left and she turned to look at him, trying to gauge if he was playing with her or not.
Had he said she was hotter now?
When she was easily twenty pounds heavier, and hadn’t worked out consistently in years?
“Oh, I definitely agree, and we weren’t the only ones noticing that tonight.”
What?!
“Nope. I’m pretty sure Daniel Palmer was salivating while she was dancing.” Colby was smiling, but it was a wicked smile that promised all sorts of things. Megan’s stomach tightened with nerves and more than a little touch of arousal. For some reason, after all the easy flowing trash talk of the night, her mouth just wouldn’t work. She was in shock, too surprised to comment.
“Adam Belfast, too, but then again he always had a thing for Meg. He hated me for dating her.” Eric grinned at her as he calmly revealed secrets from their high school days that she’d never known.
“I hated you for dating her for so long. You never let anyone else have a chance, just kept her all to yourself. And Meg? She didn’t even glance at any of us.” Colby tilted his head, his gaze sliding down her body until it felt like his hands on her skin. “You could have at least looked at me, Megster.”
“Me?!” Megan laughed. “Of course I looked at you, Colby! Who didn’t look at you?” She stared at him in disbelief.
“Oh, yes. You, Megster,” Colby answered quietly. “I don’t know how many times we told Eric off for keeping you all to himself, but, ha!” He smirked at Eric. “Did you hear that, man? She did look at me. You were not the center of her universe!”
“I never thought I was the center of her universe, but I wasn’t very good at sharing back then.” Eric grinned, and it was that charming, dimpled smile that made him look impossibly handsome. “However, Megan liked me keeping her all to myself. She always liked me taking control.” He stepped forward and slid his hand into her hair. His fist tightened slowly, the strain increasing until little tingles of electricity rushed down her back, and then he suddenly pushed her back hard against the lockers. The metal popped behind her, and she couldn’t deny the way she felt. She wanted him to take charge, she wanted him to tighten the grip on her hair a little more, she wanted him— “I’m not sure if she still likes it though. What do you think, Colby?”
She was speechless as Colby leaned on the lockers next to her. His hand landed on her waist, trailed slowly over her stomach, and then glided down. “I’m not sure, let’s see if Megster still likes someone else in control.” He teased her, moving the flat of his hand in slow circles that steadily edged lower, and she couldn’t fight the tilt of her hips as she pushed them forward. Eric seemed like he had been waiting for it, because he quickly pressed himself against the side of her body, locking her against the metal behind her so she couldn’t shift forward. A soft whimper slipped from her as Colby’s fingers began to dip into the hollow between her thighs, straining the fabric of her dress. “Oh, I think she still likes it.”
“I had a feeling that wouldn’t change. Tell us, Megan, have you kept playing our games?” Eric’s hand tightened in her hair and she let herself relax into the rush of pain. It had been too long since anyone had touched her at all, much less touched her like this. She had missed it, she had — wait, what did he say? His words sank in slowly and then her anxiety surfaced. He wanted to talk in front of Colby about the games they’d played as teenagers? When they’d been fooling around in their bedrooms and in the woods?
Capture. Wrestling. ‘Beg me’.
And her absolute favorite: Consequences.
“Look at that! I think this is the quietest I’ve ever seen Megster.” Colby’s fingers dipped low again and she felt them brush over her clit. She was struggling against the urge to thrust her hips forward for a little more, but the anxiety was a handy distraction. Eric had always liked to torment her when he found something that actually made her nervous. At one time she’d been pretty good at hiding it, but it was clear she’d lost that skill with the way her voice wavered.
“You told Colby about our games, Eric?”
She met Eric’s dark eyes and he smiled at her slowly, one of his thighs shifting to the inside of hers to pull her legs farther apart. “Are you asking if I’ve told him that I used to chase you through the woods, and if I caught you I got to do what I wanted with you?”
“Eric!” She groaned, wondering what Colby was thinking of her, which was a little ridiculous considering his hand had just slipped beneath the bottom of her dress, and his fingertips were beginning to trace her pussy through her panties. Megan felt the burning heat of a blush scald her cheeks, and she wanted to beg Eric to stop talking but her pride wouldn’t buckle.
“I don’t think that’s a good game for tonight, Eric. She’s in heels, not very fair even if we chase her in here.”
“True. Which game do you think we should play, Megan?” His eyes were locked on hers and she found that she couldn’t break the contact to even glance at Colby. Even when Colby ran a finger up the cleft of her pussy, confirming she was soaking wet, all she managed was a whimper. The edge of Eric’s mouth lifted in the cocky smile that had turned her knees to jelly when she was a teenager. “Consequences?”
Fuck.
Megan closed her eyes tight, biting her lip against the moan that seemed to rush up from where Colby’s touch was getting increasingly more insistent, sending pleasurable tremors through her legs.
“What’s that one?” He asked calmly, as if he were innocent in this little tryst.
“Consequences was the game where I gave her rules, and every time she broke one I got to punish her. I used to spank her,” Eric answered, and she almost laughed when she remembered how panicked she used to be at the threat of a spanking. Her eyes opened to find him staring at her.
“If all you’re threatening me with tonight is a spanking, Eric, bring it on.” Megan shocked herself when she realized she’d said it out loud, but she loved the way his eyes widened and his hand tightened in her hai
r. She’d surprised him too.
“I knew it. You have played since you ran off to college and left me behind.” There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that made her heart ache before she remembered that they had both chosen different colleges.
“You’re kidding, right? I wasn’t the only one that left for college, Eric, but if you thought I’d never play with anyone else you were wrong.”
“Oh, Megster…” He shook his head for a second and then his dark eyes lifted to hers again. “I’ve been praying for weeks that I’d see you here, that you wouldn’t have a ring on your finger, and that you’d still be down to play our games.”
“Are you going to actually ask me if I still want to play?” She smiled.
“I would personally like to hear the answer to that question,” Colby piped up and she glanced at him for a moment, realizing he had pulled back a bit, before returning her eyes to Eric. He was the one that had pulled them all together, and it was him making the decision on whether or not they all moved forward because they were just a few steps from falling down a veritable rabbit hole into something she’d never done before.
“Eric?”
“Going to make me say it, Megster?” Eric stepped fully in front of her, looming over her in the empty hall. She nodded against the hand in her hair and he smiled slowly. “Do you want to play tonight?”
“With both of you?” Her breath caught in her chest as his body brushed against hers through the thin dress.
“If you think you can handle it.” Eric’s grin was deviant.
“I’ve done more than spanking in the last ten years if that’s what you’re asking.” Megan kept her eyes locked on his, and she felt that familiar electric tension between the two of them. The teetering between whether he’d continue to tease her, to drag it out, or lift her up against the lockers and fuck her right then.
“I want to do a hell of a lot more than spank you, Meg.” Eric was serious for a moment, not even a hint of his award-winning dimples, and then he kissed her. Really kissed her. Her knees went weak and she found herself pressed back against the lockers. It was something she’d fantasized about way too often over the years, remembering Eric, and his touch, and this. It lasted forever in a moment, and she tried to savor it, because he was the one she’d been stupid enough to walk away from and this was the kiss she never thought she’d get again.
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