Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

“Oh, that reminds me,” I yell over the shower. “I had to get air in the tires yesterday. I got a great deal!” Nothing but the sound of water raining down. And then: “A deal? On air?” “Yeah, I took it to that shop over on Renfrew, and they knocked the price down to four hundred dollars!” The water stops, silence hanging heavy in the air as steam seeps from the bathroom. Slow as molasses, Garrett appears in the doorway, naked, soaking wet, not even bothering to cover his XL cock. “Pardon?” “A hundred bucks a tire! For premium air! Can you believe it?” “P … Premium air?” “They said they normally charge double!” “Oh my God.” His hands come up, head moving rapidly between them like he isn’t sure what to do, before he finally drags them down his face. “Oh my God. Jennie, what the fuck? How-how-how … You got ripped off!” “What are you talking about?” “Air is—oh my God! Jennie, it costs, like, a dollar to put air in your tires!” “What?” His arms fly around his head. “You do it at the gas station! At those little pumps with the hose! Jesus fuck.” He scrubs his face, and I think it’s hilarious he’s somehow managing to get an erection right now. “We’re gonna have to skip breakfast. We’ll stop at the shop on the way to Carter’s. I’ll get you your money back.” My chest rumbles. I bite my lip, trying to stop it, but when Garrett’s flustered gaze meets mine, I can’t help it. A snicker-snort comes out my nose, and I fold forward as the rest of my laugh comes barreling out. “It’s a TikTok ...