Sitting at a heavy, oak table at the Beaver Street Brewery, AJ and I watched as our waitress approached, carrying two frosted mugs of beer on a tray. A thin sheen of ice crystals on the outside of the glass dulled the amber ale’s color, as if the beer inside—a gift from God in my opinion—had an angelic halo.

We were lucky. We found a cheap motel within walking distance from the bar and checked in before coming here. My gaze dropped to my watch and I wondered if Allie and her friends would show. It was past 10 p.m. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing back a stray lock.

The waitress placed the cold mugs on the table with a friendly smile and we told her to keep the tab open. After she left, my mind drifted back to Allie and our bungled attempt to be heroes at the gas station.

Before I had much time to think, AJ’s words pulled me out of my thoughts.

“She had nice tits.”

“Yeah, I saw you eye-fucking her when we rushed in to save her from that thief.” I assumed he was referring to Allie.

AJ’s beer mug landed on the tabletop with a thud. “I was talking about our waitress, numb nuts.”

“Oh, the waitress? Yeah, she has nice tits too. More than a good handful, in my estimation. They say the perfect size fills a champagne glass, but I say, no. The perfect size fills a rice bowl at Panda Express.” I leaned back and threw him a disgusted look. “Is that all you think about, tits and ass?”

He was eyeing Allie earlier. I saw him, but why would that bother me? All men were dogs. Everyone knew that, and I didn’t even know this girl. So why’d I even care?

I downed a large gulp of my beer and said, “There’s more to life than tits and ass, you know. Women are more than just their bodies. They have brains and a personality, you caveman.”

I was quoting stuff I’d heard in my college classes, pontificating about women and culture, trying to impress my friend, but the truth was I loved the female form and every one of its magnificent curves. Truth be told, I believed that women were God’s gift, not beer. I had to keep it a secret though, lest all the women I met discovered the truth. Yup, I was a sucker for each and every one of them. But if women knew this, then they’d know my game, have an unfair advantage. A nice handful of tit, or slapping a firm round rump, always drove my cock straight to the sky. But sometimes it was more than just the physical; it was the overall package. Like with this girl, Allie. She was so far from typical. The hair, the eyes, especially her eyes, and the way loose strands of hair fell down around her face. She had the most seductive look, like she’d just been fucked hard and rough.

And I liked that.

A lot.

I wanted to fuck her. When I was in the store talking to her, I swear, it felt like an electric current jumped the gap of space between our bodies, and lit into me. And I’d never felt that before.

But I’d never tell. I’d never give away my secret and let women know the power they had over me. I couldn’t let emotions, my excited cock, or anything ruin my plans for my future in the NFL.

I looked over at AJ. I could see that he wasn’t the least bit impressed with my lecture.

“You and your philosophies of life. What about, ‘no girls, no commitments’? How does your latest heartthrob fit into that scheme?” AJ asked.

I pulled in my chin and blew out a breath. “Pfft.” I waved a hand in the air. “You mean, Allie? I’m stickin’ to my motto, man. Don’t have time for a relationship. Not while I’m trying to make the pros.” I leaned my elbows on the table. “That shit just drags you down. Girls get all demanding. Want to have a career and live near their job, or wanna live near their mom or sister or some shit like that. I’m telling you, I’ve seen this shit happen, and I can’t be tied down like that. No siree Bob, gotta be free. Go wherever the NFL takes me. No commitments, my friend, not now.”

“You don’t know shit,” he said. “You never had a real relationship.”

“Bullshit.” I straightened in my chair and slapped a palm down on the table. “What about Monica?”

“You broke up with Monica,” he said, his voice flat.

“I never broke up with Monica.”

“No, you just started banging Kim.” He took another drink of beer.

“Well, a guy’s gotta keep his spontaneity,” I said.

AJ was alluding to my last relationship disaster. At the time, my head was so far up my ass, I didn’t even know it. In my sophomore year in college, I had a long-time girlfriend. Got all tied up in that shit. Thought I was in love, and maybe I was for about—ten seconds, although AJ will swear it was longer, and I admit, I was pussy whipped. Then after a couple months, it all became so complicated. It started with her texting every five minutes, demanding to know what I was doing, who I was with. She made me crazy. No, she made me fucking insane, and in the end, I had to break up with her just to keep my sanity.

This year, my junior year, I decided to go for my dream. I got an agent, put my name on the draft list for the NFL and was determined nothing would get in the way. Then I was invited to the NFL Scouting Combine in February, a rather dehumanizing experience, to say the least. Talk about feeling like a piece of meat. I was measured and tested a million different ways for coaches, general managers, doctors and scouts to assess my readiness and skills. Implications of an athlete's performance during the Combine could affect their draft status and salary. An athlete's "draft stock" increased based on superior measurable qualities such as size, speed, and strength.

But I was gonna do it, go pro, and hell, I could finish college later. I was impatient and headstrong, and maybe that was part of what made me a good football player. It wasn’t that college was difficult; the subject matter came easily to me, but I was convinced I was wasting my time in class, when I could be in the NFL doing what I loved to do, play football.

After I witnessed my buddy, Sean, suffer a knee injury in a game last season—that was it. I made the decision to put my name in the Draft. I couldn’t waste another year wondering if my dream, too, would be killed by an injury. If it’s gonna happen, yeah, it’s gonna happen, but I’d rather have it happen while on a professional team, instead of a college team. At least then I’d have no regrets.

And then there’s the whole issue with my mom. She was always comparing me to Ryan. I had to prove to her that I could be better than my older brother, the Marine. In her eyes, nothing trumps being a Marine, but she’s wrong. That worked for him, for his life’s path, but this was my life, and I had to live it my way.

Plunging a hand into his pocket, AJ retrieved his phone and noted the time. “Well, motherfucker, guess I won the bet. Looks like you’re buying the drinks tonight, my friend.”

“Not so fast, Spidy. You snatched up that drink like you threw a spider web out of your fucking wrist. Take it easy. She’ll be here, she’ll be here.”

I raised my glass and drained the last of my beer. “When she shows, you owe me two drinks.”

“When she shows? You mean, if she shows, and two? No way.” A look of indignation crossed his face. “What for?”

“One for my scoring with the hook up and one for her following through here at Beaveropolis Brewery.”

“You’re just trying to find a way to mooch off of me, you cheap bastard.”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. I Can’t Afford a Decent Ride Cause of Daddy.”

AJ flipped me the usual middle finger response and threw back the last of his beer. Just as his mug hit the table, I elbowed him and jerked my head in the direction of the door.

There she was, Allie, dressed in black and metal studs, strutting it like a runway model for BDSM magazine. She was flanked by three of her friends, a guy and two girls.

Damn.

She looked delicious enough to eat, long black hair loose and flowing. As she moved, wisps floated from her face as if blown away by her radiance. Her eyes were lined, dark, and she wore cherry red lipstick on plump, parted lips. Just the sight of her, and I about shot a wad in my pants.

I raised a hand to signal her. My eyes raked up and down her body, feasting on the patch of bare skin between her top and the waist of her short black skirt. Being a guy, I don’t know the name of the short tops girls wear, but this one looked like a metal-studded bra, but with slightly more fabric.

Our eyes locked across the room. She gave me a slight head nod and led the way as they grouped into a v-formation, Allie on point. Clearly, she was the leader of this entourage, commanding, powerful and goddamn hot as hell.

Her eyes drilled into me as she closed the distance to our table and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. There was one hell of a connection going on between us. I tried to ignore the little voice in my head barking a warning, “Run, run for the hills, man!” I stared, in a trance. I was tripping, freaking falling for those eyes and everything else about this goddess.

With eyes still glued to her, my victory speech dribbled out of my mouth. I couldn’t even look at AJ when I spoke. “I won. Looks like you owe me two pitchers of beer, bro.”

“Pitchers? Hell, no. One glass…”

I heard him talking, attempting to disrupt me from my fantasy, flinging a string of lame complaints in my direction, but I wasn’t listening. I was lost in a daze; captured by Allie’s presence, already imagining how many different positions I could fuck her in.

She stopped at the edge of our table, her three friends at her side and stepped forward. With my jaw hanging open, I kicked AJ under the table to shut him up so my goddess could speak. He was whining like a little bitch about something or other.

“Hello,” Allie said.

I clamped my jaw shut and popped up out of my chair to greet her. “Allie! You made it.”

“Of course. I said I’d come. And I always keep my word.” Her voice was smooth like flowing water, her eyelids heavy with thick, black lashes and narrowed slightly as she spoke. How could AJ think this beauty had a snarky attitude? Didn’t he see what I saw in Allie? Didn’t he hear the purr in her voice, like I did?

AJ stood and said, “Great. Everybody’s here so, let’s all sit and have a beer.”

Once again, what AJ said barely registered, and I spoke directly to Allie. “Please, sit down everyone. And Allie, introduce your friends.” I really didn’t care much about meeting her friends, but it was the polite thing to say, so I motioned to the empty seat in front of her. I counted the chairs and realized there weren’t enough. Before I could move, she was already pointing and directing her friends where to sit, the assertiveness I’d sensed earlier in full throttle now.

Feeling useless, I melted into my chair. For some girls, this would come across as bossy, or bitchy, but I liked Allie’s commanding demeanor. For some odd reason, it made the blood rush to my cock.

Allie motioned for the one girl to sit to her right. “This is my friend, Jen,” she said, as a petite girl with big eyes lowered herself onto the wooden chair. I could see that AJ was already studying Jen, evaluating her for the conquest, as guys often do. It was obvious the other two friends were together as a couple, by the way they stood close to each other, arms winding around each other’s waists. So it looked like AJ was in luck.

Allie turned to the guy and said, “Matt, grab a couple more chairs.” Before he turned to snag some extras, he paused to smile a hello to AJ and me, and Allie introduced him. “This is Matt…and Stephanie. You can call her Steph.”

Though I’d rather look at Allie all night, I shot a glance at Steph and Jen. Neither one was dressed as provocatively as Allie, not so much bare skin and silver rivets, and wearing a few more color options other than black. I didn’t mind. Both girls were pretty, but paled in comparison to Allie’s stunning looks.

The scrape of chair legs on concrete died down as everyone took their seat, and Allie continued the introductions. She motioned to AJ and me with an open palm and said, “And this is Batman and Robin. AKA, Cam and…Jay? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name earlier in the brawl at the convenience store.”

Allie leaned forward with her hands on the edge of the table, and I pouted to myself, unhappy with the seating arrangement. Damn. She took the chair across the table from me and I was hoping she’d sit next to me. It wasn’t a big table, but I was wedged in between AJ to my left and her couple-friends to my right. It seemed like she’d built a fortress of human bodies for protection and I wondered why such a confidant girl would feel the need for such a thing?

“My name is AJ,” he said. “Sorry about the little tussle earlier.”

I cut in, “Hold on. I’m Batman,” I said to everyone at the tale and jabbed a thumb to my left. “He’s Robin. Just to set the record straight.”

I gloated as everyone around the table laughed at my humor, everyone except Allie, that is. All I got from her was a little half-smile as if stifling her approval. She turned in her chair, and waved down a waitress, once again, taking charge of the situation.

Jen pitched forward so we could hear over the bar music, and said, “Allie told us what happened at work today and the attempted robbery.” Jen giggled at the end of her sentence, her voice as soft and petite as she looked. “That was great of you guys to come to her rescue, even if she wasn’t in trouble.”

Jen’s last sentence landed with her words directed at AJ, and I knew she was zeroing in on him. I saw his reaction as he straightened in his chair.

Ah, yes. Jen was claiming AJ. A good sign. That meant these two sweeties had a little girl talk beforehand, the kind of thing girlfriends do when picking out who gets which guy for the night, and it looked like I was with Allie.

Sweet.

Taking the bait, AJ replied, “Aw, it was nothing.” He dipped his chin to his chest, brushing off the compliment. “I just saw Allie all alone with that rough-looking guy and figured I didn’t want to take a chance.”

I narrowed my eyes and shot him a sidelong glance. He saw that she was in trouble? He had to do something?

Bullshit.

He was telling it all wrong, taking all the credit, stealing my thunder. Well, that figured, but it didn’t matter. It was working for him. Jen was staring at him, all doe eyed, and I wanted him to have fun. After all, it was spring break.

She seemed impressed as I watched her eyes sparkle. Or maybe it was his long hair that infatuated Jen. AJ had the coolest hair, like that of many children of mixed race parents, a golden, peanut butter color with tight waves. He wore it, as only AJ could, shaved close on the sides and long on the top, tied up in a man-bun. With that, as well as his green eyes against caramel colored skin, he had a winning combination all the girls loved. AJ, Adam Jamal Thorpe, was too pretty for football, but then all the Thorpe men were good looking—and wealthy, so he’d fit right in when his football career was over and he’d join the family lingerie business. Yeah, that’s right. I said lingerie. As in push up bras and thong panties.

Jesus. AJ’s dad was a promotional and marketing beast. He’d started a woman’s lingerie business years ago, Gloria’s Secret, as a store where men could shop for sexy underwear for their wives without feeling embarrassed. It took off and now he made millions. Who’d have known? So this was what AJ had to look forward to after college. Rough life, I know, dealing with smoking hot models and their bra cup issues.

I turned to the group and said, “Can you give us a minute? My friend here forgot to take his Librium today.”

When I leaned over to whisper in his ear, AJ spoke first. “I like the little one. She looks like she knows things.”

“Right, but I’m trying to impress Allie and you made me look like an idiot with your version of the gas station thing.” I barked the words in a sharp whisper. I was sitting across from one of the hottest girls in the world and he was flapping his jaws about our screw up at the gas station. “Enough already.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t embarrass you anymore.”

“Thank you very much. I can do that all by myself.”

I straightened in my chair, just as the waitress appeared with a cheery smile and her tray. I was relieved to move the conversation in a different direction and stop talking about the humiliating gas station incident.

Before I could talk, Allie spoke up. “Okay, everybody. We’re gonna play a drinking game.”

I raised an eyebrow. This girl didn’t waste any time.

“What can I get you?” the waitress chirped.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Allie cut me off. “We’re gonna need beers, the bigger the better. The twenty ounce size for this game.” She pinned me with her gaze and spoke directly to me when she added, “No wussing out.”

Why’d she say that? Was she singling me out? Had AJ’s story convinced her I was a loser? I felt stupid, launching into my usual rant about the downfalls of too much beer, but I had to think about my future. I couldn’t afford to look sluggish at training camp. I ran the 40-yard-dash at the Scouting Combine with an excellent score, but what would it be with a beer belly? A slow 4.6?

“Oh, I don’t know. A drinking game? Can’t get a beer belly before Draft pick day.” If I did anything to screw up my chance at getting drafted, it’d be over, and my future would be working the grill at Chili’s. But before I could finish explaining to my new friends about the importance of staying in tip-top shape for my football career, Allie interrupted. No surprise there.

“Cam…” Her voice was sharp and it caught me by surprise. Like the crack of whip, a naughty whip in my mind, and it sent my blood rushing to my groin.

“I said, no backing out. Only real men with balls can play this game. Now, get with the program.” She pierced me with a teasing smile, more alluring than the previous little smirk.

Wow. Fucking amazing.

The magnetism between us was unbelievable, yet we’d just met. I wanted to kiss that smile until she was pressing herself against me, and begging me to take her, but I knew I shouldn’t. Despite the warning bells ringing in my head, I ignored them and decided to accept her challenge. Oh, it was so on now. She had no idea who she was messing with.

Come on, sweetheart. You come in here looking all sexy. Well, bring it on. I can play dirty too.

I threw my hands up in surrender and laughed, “Okay, okay, I’ll play your silly little drinking game. Ruin my fine athletic body, suffer the sling and arrows of hangover hell, just for you, baby.”

The waitress nodded, seeing we were ready for the tools of the game and said, “A serious drinking game needs a lot of beer. How about a couple pitchers for starters?”

“Good idea, Carrie“ Allie said. “And keep’em coming.”

As I watched the two exchange glances, I had the feeling they knew each other and were in cahoots. This probably wasn’t the first time Allie pulled the drinking game stunt with some new guy she just met, similar to a pool game hustle, and I was the little bitch.

Before long, two large pitchers brimming with foam were delivered to the table along with several tall, slender beer glasses. By now, we’d gotten through the small talk, where AJ and I explained that we were headed to Vegas for spring break. The others already heard the part about the flat tire and the gas station, and Matt seemed genuinely interested when we talked football and my plans to go pro.

Allie immediately grabbed one of the pitchers and started filling the empty glasses. As she poured, her dark eyes flicked to mine, and she asked casually, “So Cam, are you leaving in the morning?”

“Yeah, first thing. We got a room for the night. It’s practically right next door at that little motel.” I motioned with my hand. “The one that kinda looks like the Bates Motel.”

She returned the pitcher to the table without cracking a smile and said, “That’s convenient.”

Convenient? Was I reading too much into this? Did she want to go to the motel and have wild sex with me? I could only hope.

“Yeah, I noticed your car parked over there when I came in,” she said. “I recognized it from the gas station. It’s…um…rather old. Are you sure it’s gonna make it to Vegas?”

Matt picked up the other pitcher of beer and began pouring for Steph and himself. “I think I saw it too,” he said. “That old gray Camry in front of the motel next door?” He winced. “Yikes. Hope you have a good towing service.”

Everyone laughed, but AJ’s face wrinkled in dismay. “Hey, you people are awfully hard on the new guy. Don’t worry, my car’ll get us there. That’s right, Old Reliable, she’ll make it to Vegas.”

The look on everyone’s faces told me they doubted it, but they shrugged it off, ready to have some fun.

With all the glasses filled, Allie straightened in her chair. She placed her palms down on the table, signaling everyone to pay attention, as she launched into an explanation of the drinking game at hand.

My eyes trailed down the bare skin of her slender arms and over the metal-studded edge of her top as it rose over the mountains of her nicely curved breasts. Her long legs were hidden under the table, but I vowed to get my hands on them and that fine round ass of hers sooner, rather than later.

Before I could get lost in my fantasy any further, the sound of AJ’s voice brought me out of my thoughts.

“What game are we playing? Quarters?” he asked. “We play that all the time, at college.”

“Beer Pong?” Matt’s tone was hopeful.

“No. This game’s called, Questions,” she replied. Although the answer was meant for the group, Allie’s gaze dug straight into me.

Matt made a sour face. “That sounds like a girl’s game. We need a manly game, like Beer Pong,” he said drumming a fist on his chest. “Me, like Beer Pong.”

Steph groaned a response to his caveman gesture, then warned the rest of us, “Watch out, you guys. Allie is really good at drinking games.”

“Is that right?” I was intrigued. Sexy, beautiful and she can hold her own in a drinking game. “Questions?” I mused. “Is that like Truth or Dare?”

All she said was, “You’ll see,” and quirked a smile. Then she continued, “Okay, here’s how it goes. We take turns and ask one person, one question at a time. The person asking has to address the other one by name. No pointing fingers allowed.”

The expression on Allie’s face was serious as she mimicked, pointing at each of us. “Okay, so once you’ve asked your question, the other person must answer with a yes or no, and then immediately ask another person a new question. Any hesitation in answering, like laughing, or doing anything else besides asking a new question, is punishable by a drink. And it has to be a different person. If you ask a question back to the same one who asked, that’s punishable by a drink. And if you ask the exact same question, that’s punishable, too.

“Oh, shit,” AJ said with a laugh. “I know I’m gonna fuck this up.”

Allie ignored him and added, “Oh yeah, and you can’t just rephrase the same question. It has to be completely new and unique. Everyone got it?”

I held up a hand. “Hold on,” I said. “Are there any questions considered off limits? Like something you don’t want anyone else to know?”

AJ smirked, teasing, “Like what? Do you have three balls?”

Everyone laughed and took a pre-game swallow of beer to grease the wheels before getting started. Allie gave a devious smile and said, “All questions are fair game, Cam.”

There she was, directing remarks directly to me again. What was up with this girl? I hoped it meant she had the hots for me.

“It’s a really fun game,” Jen added. “We’ll get to know each other better than you ever wanted. And if a question causes everyone in the group to laugh, I’ll call a team-drink. Okay?”

I positioned my beer glass in front of me and hunkered down. “Alright, let’s huddle and break. Who’s going first?”

Allie eyed me with a challenging look, and said, “You’re the guest in our town, so you go first, Cam.”

“Oh, shit. I don’t know what to ask,” I said, feeling put on the spot.

Without breaking her gaze, Allie enticed me further and said, “Make it a good one.”

I swallowed hard. Her dark eyes and piercing gaze drove me crazy with desire. All kinds of kinky thoughts about her in that silver-studded top popped into my head but, I couldn’t just ask, “Wanna fuck?” Which was what I really wanted to say.

“Um…well, Okay,” I began and said the first stupid thing that popped into my head. “Allie, how was your day?”

She cocked her head to the side, looking at me like I was an idiot and said, “It has to be a ‘yes or no’ question. Rephrase it.”

“Oh, right. Then, Allie, did you have a good day at work?”

Her gaze was burning holes in me and it seemed the others began to notice.

Finally, she answered, “Yes, I met a very…um, interesting person.” Her eyes lingered on me as she turned her head slowly to Jen. According to the game rules, Allie had to ask a question immediately and she did. “Jen, do you think Cam is hot?”

“Yes,” she shot back with a smile.

I grabbed my beer and took a swig, trying to hide my grin. I was beginning to like this game.

Jen had answered quickly, as if impatient to start her question, and turned immediately to my friend. “AJ...do you like girls from Arizona?”

AJ perked up, surprised to be called on so soon. “Well, we did sort of get stranded here...I mean, yes, yes! I like girls from Arizona.” He rushed his final answer to keep with the rules of the games.

There was a noticeable spark growing between AJ and Jen and everyone at the table picked up on it. He grinned wide and paused, caught up staring at Jen, but it was his turn to ask a question and if he waited too long, he’d have to take a drink. I elbowed him and said, “Hurry up.”

“Oh, yeah. Jen…” Before he could continue, everyone stopped him with a unanimous groan. He shook his head when he realized his mistake, can’t ask the same person your question. “Shit! No, I mean…arrrgh!

“Ah ha!” Allie said, triumphantly. “Take a drink. You messed up. Can’t ask the same person. Drink.”

Everyone laughed at AJ’s foul as he reached for his beer. “Hey wait,” he whined. “This game isn’t gonna be very interesting unless we all drink.”

So in the spirit of fun, we all agreed and took a sympathy drink along with AJ’s punishment before continuing.

“Okay, here goes,” he said. “Steph, do you…?”

Allie cut in, “Come on, ask something wild. Don’t hold back.”

He gave her a doubtful look, as if he wasn’t sure if he should be so bold, then pushed on. “Okay, okay…Steph,” he started again with a smile. “Does Matt here, you’re lover, satisfy you in bed?”

Everyone raised an eyebrow in anticipation and turned to Steph. Steph blushed and answered with an exuberant, “Yes!”

Matt stuck out his chest and chimed in, “Every night and every day, baby.”

Steph took her turn next and with a mischievous look in her eye asked, “Matt, do you masturbate often?”

“Oh, man!” I reeled back, not sure how Matt would react, but from Steph’s expression, I was pretty sure she’d played this game before.

Matt furrowed his brow, and said, “What the…” and everyone laughed. “Yes. I mean, no!” Steph widened her eyes in mock surprise, to which he said, “No! Not at all, baby. Not since we’ve been together. I have you. Don’t need my hand.”

AJ and I nodded in unison, and said, “Good answer, man, good answer.”

Jen called out, “I call a team-drink! Matt, you took too long to answer plus, you changed your answer. No fair. And everyone laughed, so team drink. Come on, everyone. Go!”

Smiles all around the table told me everyone was happy to take a team drink. Even Allie’s initial coldness was melting, and she smiled at me over the top of her glass.

Once finished, Matt rubbed his hands together as if eager to dig into his question and said, “Alright. Let’s make this more interesting.” He leaned in my direction. “Cam…you’ve been eyeing Allie pretty hard all night…what do you think her cup size is? C, D or...double D?”

“Ah’s” and snickers bounced around the table. “Guilty, as charged!” I threw my hands up in the air. “Matt, my friend, you’re going to get me in trouble with the lady.” Although Allie didn’t seem all that unnerved, I suspected she was enjoying the direction things were going.

Allie said, “Take your punishment, Cam. Take a drink. You didn’t answer with a yes or no.” Then she turned to Matt and swatted his arm. “Who told you my size, Steph? Matt, you have to take a punishment drink for that one, too.”

“I’m just saying…” He shrugged. “Why do I have to drink? You keep changing the rules.”

“Because you’re a moron.” Allie teased. “And it’s my game, so I make all the rules. Okay, now back to the game. Whose turn is it? Oh, yeah, Cam. You didn’t exactly follow the rules, but go on…make it a good one.”

“Hmm, let’s see…” I scanned the faces around table, feeling a little buzzed from the beer. We’d all been breaking the rules and drinking in between our turns, punishment or no punishment. I wanted to see Allie laugh again, so I decided to razz AJ.

“AJ…does your girlfriend arch her back when you give it to her good?”

It worked and everyone laughed as AJ pretended to be a girl in the throes of an orgasm. He arched his back, bringing out more laughter as he made noises to go with his bad acting, and I watched Allie, giggling with laughter. I liked it when she smiled. Much better than her badass attitude.

“Oh, god, please stop,” Jen called out through her giggles, “Team drink! Team drink! You all are laughing so I’m raising the punishment. Double drink, for that one. Come on, everyone. Bottoms up!”

All the players took a long drink and after AJ drained his glass he cleared his throat to speak. “It’s my turn. Okay, Allie…” AJ paused, as if searching to find the right words. He scratched his chin and by the way his mouth curved into a smile, I could tell he was up to no good. “Allie, do you keep the front yard mowed? You know, keep the bushes trimmed, so to speak?”

Everyone broke into reeling laughter, everyone except Allie. As her eyes blazed into mine, I tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through me. Thanks to AJ, I now had an image of her hot little pussy storming through my mind, sending all kinds of ideas to my cock.

Allie wasn’t blind to the attraction between us, but to my surprise, and without missing a beat, she answered, “Yes,” and smiled at me with a come-on glint in her eye.

There it was again, the hook. The barb was sharp, but the pain was sweet. She’d thrown out her line, now all she had to do was reel me in. Then she asked her question. “Cam, do you secretly want to have sex with me?”

Made bold by the alcohol, I blurted out, “Fuck yeah! Wanna go outside right now?” I couldn’t control myself any longer. Between the beer, the sexual tension and my raging hormones, I didn’t think before I acted, I just reacted.

I lurched forward and dove across the table. I was like fucking Moses parting the Red Sea. I grabbed Allie, pulled her to me and took those plush lips into my mouth, unaware of being sprawled over a table surrounded by people. Allie didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull back, or shove me off. She wanted it too.

Everyone laughed and leaned back in their chairs as if the heat between Allie and me was a bonfire planted in the middle of our table. And it was. At least that’s the way it felt inside my pants. Allie was hot and I was on fire for her. My heart pounded. Her eyes were intimidating, but all I could do was melt as she dipped her tongue between my lips, and I tasted her delicious kiss. I moved forward for another taste, and that’s when she pulled back.

“Aw, geez, you two. Get a room,” AJ belted out.

Jen teased and added, “Somebody throw some water on ‘em.”

Matt popped up out of his chair and Steph followed suit. “Okay, that’s our cue to leave. See you guys later.” He didn’t seem embarrassed. Being a guy, he knew where this was going.

I barely heard anyone talking. The words were muffled and distant, like I was under water. I pulled away an inch at a time, eyes still locked, and sat down.

That was the most fucking awesome kiss I’d ever experienced. What kind of voodoo did this girl have over me? I was mesmerized, no, I was electrified and totally under her spell.

Fuck.

I was in trouble now.

I didn’t let go of her hand, but pulled her around the table to sit in the chair next to me where Steph had been sitting. I didn’t want her to escape and leave with the others.

With my trance broken, I reluctantly tore my eyes from Allie when I realized Matt was still talking to me, saying good-night. I blinked and jumped into action, saying the proper, “Glad to have met you guys,” type of thing, but it all grated on my nerves now, like one big fucking annoyance. I wanted the room and all these people in it to disappear. I wanted Allie all to myself and have her hot lips on me again. Probably not a good idea.

I had the sneaking suspicion this woman would be nothing but a bucket load of nasty, hot trouble.