Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

“Uh, yeah. Totally. I’m good at zippering.”

Slay I guess

Christ, this dress. This back. This fucking ass. It should be illegal. It’s definitely illegal for me to have my hands this close to it, I’ll tell you that much.

“For fuck’s sake, Garrett, it’s not that big a deal. I must have snagged it earlier. Just give it a good tug.”

Her back arches slightly and my breath gets lost somewhere in my chest at the way she clears her throat, the low, raspy sound making my third leg twitch, and even more so when she steps back into me, closer, like she wants her ass to get well acquainted with my junk.

I guess she does

Lieutenant Johnson.

Omg noooooo not another stupid name for a dick

My head snaps, gaze locking with Adam’s piercing one. I look back at Jennie’s ass—zipper—and give it a swift tug, freeing the material, then hightail it the fuck out of the house, slamming the door behind me, body sagging with a heavy sigh as I keel over, gripping my knees.

Did he just run out of the house?

Grinning, he slaps a hand over his crotch. “I couldn’t tuck this thing back if I tried.”

I could help you

MISSING: PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM & THE WILL TO LIVE

Girl I feel this

But there was something vulnerable in Jennie’s eyes today, something sad and uncertain hidden behind her usual boldness.

“You should…a shirt. Please?”

Uhm no

“Oh, you’d like me to put on a shirt? Would that please you? Well, I’d like you to get fucking lost!”

Yell it louder for if he didn't hear you

Am I giving her finger guns? I’m fucking giving her finger guns.

Love finger guns

My hand slips to her bare waist, gripping it to keep her steady while I straighten. “I’m not looking for Emily, and she’s not my…” I clear my throat. “Hockey hooker.”

“Poor Princess Bubblegum might need stitches when you’re done with her if this is what you’re using to open boxes.”

Omg love that he's trying to lighten the mood

“You’re crying again.”

Bitch don't say that

“I’m not crying,” she cries, jabbing a finger into my chest. “You’re crying!”

Good comeback darling

Taking her hands in mine, I gently guide her into me. She comes willingly, dragging her ass about it though, and I wrap my arms around her.

When she carefully slips her arms around my middle and lays her cheek over my heart, I find out she feels nice too.

Slay

“Atta girl,”

Please don't ever say "atta girl" again. Ever

She tries to pry the box from my—for some reason unwilling—hands.

Give hef back her toys

“Out!” Her tiny fists pummel my chest. “Get out!”

Honestly tho, I'd be livid as well

“Thanks for the hug.”

So sweet

“Well, I’m fucking dead.”

Makes sense

“Okay, fine. I got a little wild.” She slips a hand over her mouth, leaning closer. “One word: quarterback.”

“Did you show him how flexible you are?”

Talking about this with your teacher

“That is wildly inappropriate, Mi...

Hun, you started it

I feel just fine, that’s exactly why I know this doesn’t feel right, and when his lips descend, brushing across mine, I lift my knee, accidentally shoving it in his balls.

Oh no, how unfortunate

My ankle buckles under the weight it no longer wants to bear, and tears of fury prickle at the shooting pain as I storm across the studio.

Naaaaaahhh not an injury

Ever had a box full of rubber dicks explode in front of a super-hot hockey player? Ever had one of them slap him right in the face? No? Just me?

Might be time to do that, if it works ouft well

“Nothing, Jennie, I swear. I wouldn’t—I would never tell him—”

“Nothing? ’Cause there’s nothing to tell. So I wouldn’t tell him…anything.”

Good catch

I shake my head, taking the silk in my hand, tugging him toward me. He comes tumbling forward, big hands swallowing up my waist to catch himself.

Everyone's dream basically

Warm fingers graze mine, a squeeze so gentle I can’t be sure it’s real, and then he’s gone.

Awwww cutie

Never mind that Carter would never allow me to date one of his friends or teammates.

Oh so you want to?

“No way, sunshine. I’m never letting anyone see them.”

Sunshine :)

“Well, I didn’t…I mean, they’re…hard,”

Wow how did you see that?

Now I’m topless and my nipples are so hard, they’re sharp enough to cut ice.

But perhaps worst part of all is what Garrett wears: a massive-as-fuck hard-on, stretching his bathing suit so far that it’s gaping from his waist. I’m not kidding, but I wish I were.

Picture?

Slowly dropping my hands, I peek over my shoulder. Garrett reaches into his shorts and adjusts himself with two squeezed eyes and a hiss.

I didn’t even see anything.”

Sure you didn't

“Nipple ring? I didn’t notice a pierc—” His face pales. “Oh shit.”

Ahahahahahahahaha

“I’m a weak man, and they’re nice tits.”

Uhm

“Oh, trust me, buddy. I saw it, and I’m still seeing it.”

“Are we okay? I really am sorry.”

That is kinda sweet

“Well, I didn’t mean…I mean, I thought that we could be…friends? Or we don’t have to be. If you don’t want to be. Whatever.”

Omg such a sweetheart

Indiana Bones

What is it with awkward names for dicks and dildos

“What? She doesn’t make friends easily. She has trust issues.”

You shouldn't talk about it without her knowing

“Look, I wanted to come. My friends are gone for the weekend, and to tell you the truth, I was feeling lonely at home.”

“You were?” Something soft and vulnerable dances across her eyes. “And you thought of me?”

Okay so she's actually insecure as fuck

“I can’t. Watching with you is fun. My sisters hate hockey, or they’re too cool to watch. They only make it to one or two games a year, and they spend most of it buried in their tablets or making googly eyes at the guys.”